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"Finally figured it out!" , Peng Yue excitedly hammered the table, and then fell back on his seat: it turned out that the part of the silver salary that caused the Datong soldiers to mutiny was really done by Yan Song.

In fact, Peng Yue was also puzzled at first, because he knew that Yan Song was a smart person and knew what money should be taken and what money should not be taken. For example, Zhu Houxi's specially allocated military salary, this kind of money is absolutely unavailable, and Yan Song must know this truth.

But later, after Peng Yue's careful investigation in many ways, it was finally confirmed that this part of the money was Yan Song's greed for ink. To be honest, Yan Song would not be greedy for money and be greedy like this, because there was no need at all. If he wanted to be greedy, he would definitely not choose such a dangerous way, and besides, he was not much greedy, which was why Peng Yue had always overturned his idea.

But now these facts and evidence in front of him, Peng Yue can't help but believe it, and he gradually figured out the joint: hatred will confuse people's eyes and minds, and make people dull!

It may be that Yan Song wants to bring down Zhai Peng too much, so he does everything possible to drag Zhai Peng back in the war, and the best way is to do things in logistics.

Yan Song didn't want to be greedy for this money, he only embezzled a small part, but this small part was already extremely fatal for the overstretched military funds.

Yan Song's actions were very concealed, and his methods were also very clever, if it weren't for the convenience of his position as the head of the household. It's really hard to find out. It is estimated that Yan Song is very relieved of himself, so he doesn't care about this. He probably wouldn't have imagined that his son-in-law would collect evidence. Used to kill him, it seems that Yan Song's awareness of his own precautions is still not enough.

Peng Yue is now thinking about how to make good use of this matter, more precisely, how to hit Zhu Houxi's pain point, so as to successfully pull Yan Song off the horse in one fell swoop.

Maybe if someone else embezzled the military funds specially allocated by Zhu Houxi, it would be enough to put him to death, but for Yan Song, Peng Yue was not sure. He knew that this opportunity would not come easily. Therefore, he should cherish it and maximize its value.

"Xianggong, it's so late, aren't you resting?" , The door was gently pushed open, and the sensitive Peng Yue suddenly raised his head and met Yan Mengyun's smiling gaze.

"Oh... I wasn't too tired today, so I sat in the study for a while...", Peng Yuebian said. Bian quickly piled up the things on the table, grabbed a few books and covered them, "What, what's the matter?" ”

"It's fine. It's just that I haven't slept at such a late hour, so I'm coming to see you! Yan Mengyun smiled, "By the way, someone made you a bowl of soup..."

Yan Mengyun smiled sweetly. Putting the bowl on the table, "Don't stay up like this." It's not good for your health..."

"Well, got it...". Peng Yue picked up the spoon, scooped it and tasted it, it was very hot and delicious, "Thank you for your hard work..."

In fact, now Peng Yue is embarrassed and guilty, she was busy looking for evidence of other people's father's crimes here, and was ready to bring down her father, but now she wants her to care so much about herself and take care of herself, I don't know how Yan Mengyun would feel if she knew the truth...

In fact, he deliberately used the excuse of being busy at night, just to be able to avoid Yan Mengyun. He didn't want Yan Mengyun to know about it, and he couldn't let Yan Mengyun know about it, to be honest, now Peng Yue couldn't bear to face Yan Mengyun's eyes...

"What is the concubine's hard work? I didn't make this soup...", Yan Mengyun was a little embarrassed and pulled her hair back in a bun, "If you like it, the concubine will go to learn, and I will cook it for you in the future..."

"It's not necessary, if you want you to make me soup, I'm still distressed, haha...", Peng Yue quipped a little heartlessly.

"What? Could it be that the soup made by the concubine is not delicious? Yan Mengyun snorted, snorted lightly, and joked with Peng Yue.

"Where? Every time as long as you make the dishes yourself, don't I always have a lot of fun eating? ”

"Oops... Don't mention it...", Yan Mengyun's face turned red, "The concubine knows that what she does is not delicious, every time she sees your face happy, she eats very reluctantly... So now the concubine doesn't dare to make it for you to eat..."

"No, no, not reluctant at all, haha...", Peng Yue smiled and took Yan Mengyun's hand, thinking about the dishes made by her white and tender soft wattles, the taste... Forget it, it's better to eat less often...

"Look at you... If no one cares, this table will be so messy...", Yan Mengyun had the intention to divert this rather embarrassing topic, so she set her eyes on the table, "How can you work like this, concubine will help you clean up..."

"No need...", Peng Yue pulled Yan Mengyun a little weakly, let her sit on his lap, and then changed to a grinning expression, "Don't clean it up yet, I like the messy look now..."

"Xianggong...", Yan Mengyun struggled a little squirmishing, but finally lowered his head and sat on Peng Yue's lap honestly, "Xianggong, this look... You're going to be tired..."

"What's the matter, your body is so light, you don't feel heavy at all...", Peng Yue approached Yan Mengyun's ears and sighed softly, "When you see when you are on me, I think you are sinking?" ”

"Oops...", Yan Mengyun heard Peng Yue's words that seemed to hint at the boudoir, and instantly turned red to the root of his ears, "Xiang Gongxiu wants to talk nonsense..."

"Am I talking nonsense? Are you heavy? Peng Yue smiled and hugged Yan Mengyun tighter, devouring her ears, making Yan Mengyun blush and heartbeat.

"Xianggong, your soup is cold...", Yan Mengyun jumped up from Peng Yue at once, sat opposite him, and inadvertently twisted his body to the side to prevent his "magic hand" from making further movements.

"Alas, I still can't let go, it seems that the road of "training" has a long way to go, it's better to be Wan'er, be reserved when you should be reserved, wild when you should be wild, so that you can have fun...", Peng Yue sighed secretly in his heart.

"Xianggong, the concubine sees so many things on your desk, is there a lot of things to do lately?" , Yan Mengyun calmed down her emotions, gasped slightly and asked, successfully diverting the topic again.

"Actually, there's not much going on...", Peng Yue saw that Yan Mengyun still didn't let go of the pile of letterheads on the table, and subconsciously pulled those things in his direction again.

"If you have something... If it's not easy to solve, you can ask your dad for help...", Yan Mengyun looked at the messy things on the table, and couldn't help but feel bored: If he could solve it quickly, and then spend the rest of the time with me, how good it would be...

"Uh... It's okay, I'm still busy, so I won't bother my father-in-law...", Peng Yue scratched his head embarrassedly, thinking that if this matter was to find Yan Song, it would indeed be easy to solve, but if he knew the truth, it would be strange if he didn't split me alive.

Alas, I hope Yan Mengyun can always be so scheming, stupid and naïve, doesn't this save a lot of trouble?

"Xianggong, are you done now?" , Yan Mengyun stood up, "If you're done, then rest early, wait for the concubine to clean up the table, you drink the soup here, let's go back together..."

"No need, I'll clean it up myself...", Peng Yueheng was in front of Yan Mengyun, and grabbed Yan Mengyun's little hand with a look of pity, "I hope you can always keep your fingers from touching the spring water, and worry about the affairs of the world, so quietly be my little daughter-in-law, okay?" ”

Yan Mengyun didn't hear the deep meaning of Peng Yue's words, but he was ashamed and happy when he said, "Clean up the table, how can you pull out so many big truths?" Besides, who... Who wants to be your little daughter-in-law anymore? ”

"What? Don't you want to? Peng Yue looked like a grinning little.

"I... How can the concubine be as lazy as you say, and her fingers don't touch the spring water... Forget it, you clean up yourself, I'll go and heat this soup for you..."

Looking at Yan Mengyun's back slowly pacing out with a soup bowl, the smile on Peng Yue's face gradually stopped: If it can always be like this, how good it would be..."

Peng Yue shook his head a little lonely, and then cleaned up the messy items on the table, and suddenly, a book that he often reads caught his eye, or the embroidered handkerchief in the book caught his eye: it's not love wind and dust, it seems to be mistaken by the front edge...

It was the embroidered handkerchief that Xueqi left for herself, and she kept it in her study all the time, and she often flipped through a book: But, where are you now, and what are you doing?

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