Ci'en sent the person to the medicine, and left after a few more words.

Song Huaci looked at these few maids who could enter the hall and get into the kitchen, and at the same time beat the hooligans, and once again strengthened their determination to stand in the same line with Meng Zhaoyan.

"You all know how to heal? Tell me which one you are good at? ”

According to Ci'en, these maidservants are all knowledgeable about medicine, which saves the Song Painting Temple a lot of trouble. In addition to taking care of Song Qiaoshu and Qianjuan, you can also give her a hand.

"Slaves and maids are a little familiar with women's daughters." Hui Xiang replied.

"The slave knows a little about trauma treatment." Hui Lan replied.

"The slave knows a little about internal injury treatment." Hui Fang replied.

"Slaves and maids are slightly generic and anti-poison." Hui Xiu replied.

Song Huaci nodded, knowing it in his heart.

Song Huaci has thought about it, no matter what she wants to do in the future, the most important thing is to have money.

Although the three princesses also have a court to make money, but the money is limited, and where to spend it has to be recorded, which is very inconvenient, so the Song Painting Temple must find a way to make money.

The best thing in the Song Painting Temple is to practice medicine and cure diseases, but after getting married, it is inconvenient for women to show their heads at will, and Meng Zhaoyan will not want her to involve the name of the Three Princes' Mansion. The only way to ask for a diagnosis is to give up, then there is only one medicine left.

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Huaci decided to make some effective medicines for general incurable diseases at home while he was still married. After she passed the house, she would ask Meng Zhaoyan for instructions on opening a store, and if she wanted to come to the Third Highness, she would not refute her face because of this matter.

As for hiding this matter from the three princes...... According to the Song Painting Temple's observation of the three princes these days, it's better not to be delusional.

In the days that followed, the gate of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall did not go out of the second door, and he took care of Song Qiaoshu and Qianjuan wholeheartedly, and waited for the time to sit on the sedan chair and marry the Three Princes' Mansion, so naturally he didn't know that the recent capital had turned upside down.

In fact, the men arrested by the Red Mansion are not all in the capital, so even if they sue the officials, as long as the court intends to suppress the matter, and then give some necessary compensation to some families, it will pass.

But I don't know what's going on, on the third day after the Shangyuan Festival, the news of the disappearance of twenty men at the same time at the Shangyuan Festival Lantern Festival spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital.

The people were in an uproar and couldn't believe it.

"Who is so bold that the Son of Heaven openly abducts and sells at his feet, is there any royal law?"

In the past few days, the streets and alleys of the capital have been discussing this matter, and the people are very indignant and ask Shuntianfu to give an explanation.

Shuntianfu agreed very simply at the beginning, promising to catch the murderer and solve the case to give the people an explanation. But when they checked and checked, there was no news, but they kept shirking, and the people became more and more dissatisfied.

Not only the people, but also the court is not peaceful.

Except for a few people, the imperial history has always been a clear stream in the imperial court. They have a gold medal for avoiding death for those who speak out and advise those who don't kill, so they can take out a copy of trivial things, not to mention the recent big case.

Those folds flew to the emperor's table as if they didn't want money, and even the emperor who was now obsessed with the way of immortality and threw all his political affairs to the third prince was alarmed.

It's true that this matter came out because of the emperor, but the emperor must not be allowed to carry this black cauldron. In the eyes of the emperor, he will only feel that others are ineffective and overwhelmed.

Therefore, Prime Minister Yin was honored to be invited to the Zichen Hall by the emperor.

"You're keeping this mess, expecting me to clean it up for you!" The Emperor was furious, grabbed a pile of folds on the table, and threw them down the steps.

"I don't dare. This matter is the negligence of the minister, please give the minister three days, and the minister will definitely solve it. ”

Prime Minister Yin is sixty years old, but he still looks energetic and strong. He has been in the officialdom for nearly 40 years, and if anyone in the court can best guess the emperor's intentions, it is Prime Minister Yin.

"That's the best, have you found all the people over there?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's already appropriate, and you can enter the palace at any time."

"Zhang Zhenren still has three days to go out, so let's go three days later. Remember, don't let the news slip out. The Emperor seemed tired and said slowly.

"I understand."

Yin Cheng saw that the crowd could only be channeled and not blindly suppressed, and in the end, he had no choice but to push his subordinates out.

He fabricated the facts, saying that these people took advantage of the Shangyuan Festival to abduct and sell people, but when passing through Yuejing Mountain, the road was slippery due to snow, and the carriage overturned from the mountain, and the bones were still being searched. Then colluded with Shuntian Mansion Yin to prove it, and the matter was slightly pressed.

But when it came time to send the people to the palace three days later, things changed. Twenty good people were sent to the palace, but only eighteen remained.

When Prime Minister Yin arrived, the fifth prince Meng Lianfeng was already as anxious as an ant on fire, and seeing him was like seeing the backbone of the main heart: "Ancestor, what should we do now?"

"What to do? I advised you not to take such a big risk, but you didn't listen, now it's okay? How do you want me to explain to Your Majesty? You are truly reckless. Prime Minister Yin is also on fire.

Meng Lianfeng was silent, and Prime Minister Yin Cheng slowed down for a moment and continued: "I have asked people to bring out two people from the Red Mansion to fill in, and the number of people is not afraid." It's just that those two people must be caught, otherwise the people will have a big mess! ”

However, Prime Minister Yin is really afraid of something. As soon as he sent the entire twenty people to the palace, he heard a report that the two people who had escaped happened to be from the capital.

Although their family background is ordinary, their safe return proves that the statement of falling off the cliff is pure nonsense. One of them even mustered up the courage to come out and explain the truth, they were sold to the Qinglou!

At this moment, the people in the capital were in an uproar again, even worse than the first time.

It is simply rampant for a Qinglou to dare to do such a thing that is immoral. Thinking of the rhetoric of Shuntianfu again, the people intuitively felt that there must be an official cover-up among them, and they were even more scolded, and Shuntianfu Yin did not dare to show his face on the street now.

Meng Lianfeng jumped to his feet angrily, vowing to find out the person behind him and eat his flesh raw. However, his anger was useless, and when the emperor knew what the people were saying about him, he scolded Prime Minister Yin Cheng fiercely, saying that he would let him go back to his hometown if he couldn't solve this matter.

Meng Zhaoyan sat in the study and heard Zhou Zhun report on everyone's situation, and when he heard this, he let out a sneer.

"Father still values his reputation?"

Zhou Zhun didn't dare to answer, kneeling and waiting for Meng Zhaoyan's order.

"Let the man bite him to death, and if necessary, let the other person also come forward to prove it. Protect those two families, don't make extraneous branches. ”

"The Taoist priest you waited for to find, arrange for him to enter the palace to face the saint at night."

"Keep an eye on Meng Lianfeng, and listen to Mr. Shangguan's instructions for the rest." Meng Zhaoyan arranged them one by one, and made a complete plan in his heart.

"Yes." Zhou Zhun received the order.

At this point, Meng Zhaoyan's basic purpose has been achieved. It's just that his final plan doesn't stop there, those twenty men, the good years shouldn't stop there.

After thinking about political affairs, Meng Zhaoyan's mind floated the bright face of the Song Painting Temple. He was too busy to take care of it in those days, and he was about to go out to report something important today, so he should go to see her.

is about to get married, and when she heard that she was still making medicine, Meng Zhaoyan shook his head lightly. I haven't seen you for more than a month, I don't know if I'm okay?

After recuperating for a while, she can already walk around on the ground, but Song Qiaoshu still has to stay in bed for a few days. Watching them fall asleep one by one, Song Huaci left two maidservants and took the other two back to the room.

It's the end of January, and there's still a bit of winter in the air outside the window. Song Huaci tightened the jacket tightly draped on his body, and thought about making a few more pills.

"Late sleep." Meng Zhaoyan's cold voice sounded beside the Song Painting Temple.

"Third Highness?" The medicine in Song Huaci's hand accidentally fell to the ground, and he looked at Meng Zhaoyan and was both surprised and speechless.

The three dignified highnesses have broken into the women's boudoir in the middle of the night many times, what is this?

"Well, even if it's a pharmaceutical, you should take care of your body." Meng Zhaoyan taught a lesson with a straight face.

"Yes." The Song Painting Shrine responded, and warned himself in his heart not to offend him.

Meng Zhaoyan looked at her rare well-behaved appearance, and she didn't feel very comfortable. He waved his hand and motioned for the two maidservants to go out.

"How are these days?" Meng Zhaoyan picked up the pill that had fallen to the ground in the Song Painting Temple.

"Fortunately, with the help of the Third Highness, the courtiers are much more relaxed. By the way, I haven't personally thanked His Royal Highness. The Song Painting Temple stood up and saluted.

"That's it, this king is here to ask, the wedding date is coming, but what else is needed?" Meng Zhaoyan lowered his eyes slightly, looking away.

He has to listen to the report of the secret guard about the Song Painting Temple every day, and he doesn't know what he lacks or what he lacks, in fact, the main purpose of his coming is to see the beautiful woman.

"His Royal Highness Xie cares, and the courtiers don't need it for the time being."

"On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, you used your martial arts to save the third lady, and when you returned home later, you didn't change your clothes, so you may not be noticed by people with a heart. Be careful lately, but don't be too nervous, where to go and remember to take those handmaidens. ”

Meng Zhaoyan felt uncomfortable when she looked at her politeness to him, so she changed her words and talked directly about the day of the Shangyuan Festival.

Song Huaci's heart jumped, thinking carefully about Meng Zhaoyan's words. After thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel that this man was really powerful.

The words "person with a heart" show that he already knows the people behind the scenes. Listening to what he meant, I'm afraid that the Qinglou and the Huibin Building are already under his control at this moment, right?

"His Royal Highness Xie, the courtier, told her that she would be careful in her actions in the near future. It's just that if the courtier's daughter's martial arts are discovered by her family, can the courtier's daughter use the name of His Royal Highness? Song Huaci looked at Meng Zhaoyan and made a deal with him clearly.

"What did Miss Song get in exchange?" Meng Zhaoyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she finally understood her calculations.

Okay, if you want to make a deal with him, you can. It's just that this condition can't be up to her.

"Your Highness's nightmarish sleeplessness can be alleviated?"

Meng Zhaoyan smiled slightly, and he knew that she would exchange it for this. But he still followed her words: "Yes."

"The medicine I took before is only for the first course of treatment, and the courtiers have a prescription for the second course here." Song Huaci looked at Meng Zhaoyan with a smile on his side.

What she means is, you help me cover up, and I help you heal the disease.

Meng Zhaoyan laughed out loud, thinking she was very interesting: "How many courses of treatment do you have for this medicine?"

"Just two." Song Huaci knew that the person in front of him had the talent of an emperor, and he must not be too smart, so even if he calculated, he was measured.

"I promise you that you can, but your medicine king will exchange it in other ways, and the terms of the transaction are something else." Meng Zhaoyan looked at the eyes of the Song Painting Temple, and said confidently and undeniably.

Song Huaci suddenly felt the crisis, especially when Meng Zhaoyan's eyes flashed with a hint of triumphant essence unabashedly, this feeling was even stronger.

Song Huaci took a step back, thinking of a way to get out. The smile on his face was even bigger: "The third prince laughed, what else can the courtiers do except medical skills."

Meng Zhaoyan no longer answered, looking at the defensive appearance of the Song Painting Temple, she was even more reluctant to flinch. The long arm stretched out and hooked the waist of Yingying in the Song Painting Temple, and used his strength to take her to him.

Song Huaci's breathing suddenly accelerated, and when she realized what was going to happen, Meng Zhaoyan's shocked face was infinitely closer to her.

"Three ......"

Before Song Huaci finished speaking, a warm breath spread on his face, his lips were kissed gently and strongly, and the rest of the words dissipated between his lips and teeth.

"All the remaining eighteen have been found?" Song Painting Temple asked.

"Yes, it was said that the person who was caught originally lied, but in fact, the eighteen people were not sent out of the city at all, and the people from Shuntianfu found them from his father-in-law's house." She told Song Huaci about the news she had heard outside in the morning.

Song Huaci raised his eyebrows and did not speak, but he didn't believe that there was such a good thing in his heart. Knowing that this is just an official explanation given by the imperial court, there must be hidden secrets, and there is also a ** that has nothing to do with the "waste" third prince Meng Zhaoyan in the eyes of everyone.

Thinking of Meng Zhaoyan, Song Huaci was itching with anger. The man broke into the woman's boudoir at night and used her transaction to snatch her first kiss in two lifetimes, and afterwards he didn't look ashamed at all, and even laughed at her for "not being able to breathe"!

What's even more hateful is that she caused all this by herself. Meng Zhaoyan had bad intentions, obviously waiting for her to speak, she was still bumping upside down, and Song Huaci felt stupid just thinking about it.

This clear lesson, coupled with Meng Zhaoyan's handwriting that was faintly visible in the disappearance case of Shangyuan Festival, the Song Painting Temple has a deeper understanding of Meng Zhaoyan's city government than before. Even the man who has calculated the success of His Majesty today should not be underestimated.

Zhou Zhun found that His Royal Highness seemed to be in a particularly good mood since he got up this morning. If it is because it has been done, it shouldn't be, when has His Highness ever exposed such emotions because of a trivial matter? Therefore, it must have nothing to do with the young lady of the Song Mansion again. This Miss Song...... Gee.

"Your Highness, the Painted Courtyard has been cleaned up, do you want to go and take a look?" Zhou Zhun took the little eunuch's advice and asked.

"Okay." Meng Zhaoyan put down the scroll in his hand and got up to go.

The temple is spacious and comfortable, and the scenery inside is very exquisite. Not luxurious, but in its own right.

This fashion is late winter and early spring, and there are only red plum blossoms in the garden. After a while, the flowers bloom in pieces, and in the afternoon, I sit in the pavilion of the water pavilion to watch the flowers bloom and fall, which is beautiful, and the thoughts of the owner can be seen here.

"Can the Hundred Herbs Garden be cleaned up?"

"Yes, I don't dare to slack off in the slightest."

After going to the south to see the Baicao Garden in person, and adding a lot of things to the Huiyan Courtyard, Meng Zhaoyan left with confidence.

Everything Meng Zhaoyan did in the Song Painting Temple had to wait until he got married, so he should complain about him for a few days.

Song Huaci did not tell others about this, especially Song Qiaoshu, lest she be sad. I only picked some interesting things from the past few days and told her to make her happy.

Song Huaci and Song Qiaoshu were still talking, and a small servant entered the courtyard: "Fourth girl, please go to the study."

Song Qiaoshu's face immediately changed, and she pulled Song Huaci and hurriedly asked, "According to Daddy's temper that day, what is he looking for you to do now?"

"I don't know, but it's probably related to the wedding. It's okay, I'll just go. Song Huaci patted Song Qiaoshu's hand and told her not to worry.

Song Qiaoshu was still frowning, but Song Huaci didn't care much, leaving three maidservants, and took Qijuan and Huifang to Song Taifu's study.

"Greetings to my father."

The face of the Song Painting Temple did not have the arrogance and determination of the day of the Shangyuan Festival, and a pair of clear eyes hid all emotions in the corner, leaving only respect and obedience.

But Mrs. Song looked at the Song Painting Temple fixedly, as if she wanted to see her through from the inside out, and she didn't call her up for a long time.

"I didn't expect that my Song Nian's daughter would be so capable." Mrs. Song spoke slowly, and his tone was not good.

Song Huaci's pupils tightened, and he said as calmly as possible: "My daughter doesn't know what her father means."

"I don't know? Okay, you come and tell me why you and Shu'er returned late on that day. Mrs. Song detoured from the desk to the side of the Song Painting Temple and looked into her eyes.

Song Huaci felt very ironic. On the day of the accident, he was bent on punishing them, without asking the reason, and today he asked this question in order to find out her details, but what is the point? She wanted to ask if he had any flesh and blood in his eyes.

"There are many tourists at the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, and my sister and I got separated, and it took a lot of time to look for it, but fortunately I found it."

"Where did you find it?" Mrs. Song seemed to ask meaningfully.

"Naturally, I found it on the street, why did my father come here to ask?" Song Huaci pretended not to know the slightest idea of Song Taifu's intentions, and looked up at him suspiciously.

"Ancestral Hall, I already know that your sister was abducted and trafficked, and you used your martial arts to rescue her, yes or no?"

"Daddy Mingjian, my daughter stays in her yard every day, where can she learn martial arts?"

"That's what the king wants to ask you."

Meng Lianfeng walked out from behind the screen, dressed in a dark purple prince's robe embroidered with cloud patterns, he was luxurious, but his eyes were gloomy, which made people dislike it for no reason.