Wan Cui saw Lin Qingyin coming back, and asked with concern: "Miss, when do you want to decoct the medicine?" ”

A few days ago, I suddenly learned that my young lady had been poisoned by a strange poison, and Wancui blamed herself to death.

Fortunately, I heard that it was just a little more troublesome to boil medicine, and Wancui was a little better.

"In a few days." Lin Qingyin put the medicinal herbs aside, "Let's prepare a horse to go to Yuntianju." ”

I have been staying in Yan's Mansion for the past few days and have not gone out, and now the fourth floor of Yuntianju is the place where Yan's high-level reports and offices, and Lin Qingyin just went to take a look.

After getting out of the carriage, Lin Qingyin had not yet stood at the door of Yuntianju when he heard the restless sound inside.

Lin Qingyin calmly stepped into Yuntianju, saw it, and hurriedly walked in front of Lin Qingyin.

One person had just died, and it was just after the meal that the other diners were afraid to eat.

The scene was protected, and Lin Qingyin glanced at it lightly: "Have you reported to the official?" ”

"Someone has been sent."

At this time, suddenly a few people who had just entered the Yuntianju shouted, apparently knowing the deceased.

Lin Qingyin waved his hand to stop him, and cleared the crowd by the way.

The people from the government soon arrived, and they carried the people away and took the relevant personnel for interrogation, and Lin Qingyin was naturally among them.

An hour later, the matter was resolved, and Lin Qingyin walked out of the official mansion: "Clear the people in the restaurant." ”

Today's incident, you don't have to think about it to know that it is Chu Yu's handiwork, and he quietly installed someone in Yuntianju.

The carriage stopped in front of the official mansion, and Bang Hong wanted to go up and lift the curtain for Lin Qingyin, but Lin Qingyin stopped him.

"This carriage will be burned in the suburbs."

She had a gut feeling that the carriage had been tampered with.

Twisting his eyebrows, he looked at Lin Qingyin: "Owner, what is this?" ”

No one has ever been able to deal with the owner like this.

Lin Qingyin didn't plan to explain, but just asked Bang Hong to pay attention in the future.

It was time for lunch, and Lin Qingyin and Bang Hong walked back to Yuntianju together.

Something has already happened, and Yuntianju simply closed for half a day, but it is rare to be clean.

When he was in the court, there were many onlookers, and that person was indeed from Yuntianju, and this would definitely have an impact on Yuntianju.

However, Lin Qingyin is not ready to care about this, let Bang Hong solve it by herself.

After eating, Lin Qingyin worked in Yuntianju.

A steward hurriedly arrived: "Miss." ”

Lin Qingyin put down his pen and motioned for the steward to continue.

"There is a problem with the goods in Jiangnan, and they are unwilling to sell the silver silk that was negotiated before."

"Got it, you go down."

Lin Qingyin's expression didn't look surprised.

Waiting for the steward to retire, Lin Qingyin continued his work.

It's Jiangnan, it's silver silk, it can only be said that Chu Yu has premeditated.

I'm afraid that when he bet on the results of the dish competition in Yuntianju before, Chu Yu began to deploy.

They are the kind of people who have a precise intuition about the position of the two, and then they are calculating.

Except for what happened just now, nothing happened after that.

Lin Qingyin finished his business and returned to Yan's mansion.

Yan Mansion, in the dim hut, there was a desk in front of Chu Yu, and he picked up a pen to draw something on the white paper.

Bang la blah.

The sound of chains clashing rang out from time to time.

The door of the hut was pushed open, Chu Yu dropped the last stroke, and the sound of chains stopped.

Chu Yu raised his eyes and smiled at Lin Qingyin who came in: "How is Yan Yan doing today?" ”

Lin Qingyin said lightly: "It's still substantial." ”

"Yan Yan wants to see the paintings I painted?"

Chu Yu took the initiative to pick up the painting.

In fact, Chu Yu didn't pick up the paintings, Lin Qingyin also knew what he was drawing, and on the wall on one side, there were already several paintings.