Chapter 210: Concubine Yunfang
Yuan Baozhu saw that she rarely had such idleness, so she had to be more energetic, and only finally remembered: "I also saw Mr. Qingquan." ”
Yuan Lingchen raised his head: "How did you see him?" ”
Song Qingquan's forgiving temperament is obviously not the kind of person who likes to show his face, in front of so many onlookers, he will not take the initiative to show up.
"When the carriage passed by, the curtain was blown by the wind, and I saw ......"
Yuan Baozhu still remembered how they crossed the water, and she was naturally deeply impressed by Song Qingquan, and she also heard her niece talk about it, and that person was the famous Mr. Qingquan.
"I see."
Yuan Lingchen was thoughtful.
She could probably guess the arrival of King Jing, and later Wei's attitude also confirmed her thoughts.
He was lured by Merriam-Webster, and came for the sweat and blood of the horse.
But Song Qingquan, in a place like Yunmeng Mountain, what good things have you never seen?
And he should also be an artificial intelligence, so the force value must not be lower than Qian Hui, such a humanoid killing weapon, can it be used to sweat and blood BMW icing on the cake?
If you don't come for the sweat and blood, it is to help King Jing, but this doesn't make sense.
Song Qingquan, although she didn't have much contact, she could see that she was not caring about everything, and it was reluctant to go down the mountain to assist King Jing, so she rushed to Jingcheng in person for this matter, which was obviously not in line with his character.
So what else can make Song Qingquan go to Jingcheng in person?
Yuan Lingchen didn't think about himself, because Lu Xu was like that, obviously he had not recovered his memory, and now they had no intersection, so it was impossible for him to come for her.
It is possible to do it for rice and food, but she thinks that Yunmengshan will not be exhausted so quickly.
It's for rice, and it's not big.
After Yuan Baozhu left, Qian Xun saw that she was still absent-minded and asked, "Do you want to check his intentions?" ”
Yuan Lingchen shook his head: "Under his nose, we can't find anything." ”
Qian Xun thought about it, in front of Song Qingquan and Song Qingheng, he always had a feeling of being seen through, and he thought that he was not their opponent.
In fact, it was not only them, but even King Jing was extremely curious about why the military advisor who didn't care about anything would take the initiative to join him on a whim before he left
Therefore, when the Jingcheng officials mentioned the reception banquet, they paid special attention to Song Qingquan's reaction, and when they saw that he did not object, they raised their eyebrows quite unexpectedly.
"Then you have to prepare for this feast."
A group of officials were flattered and responded.
They didn't notice that when they first mentioned the reception banquet, King Jing pouted almost undetectably, obviously not interested in the so-called reception banquet, but seeing that Song Qingquan had no objection abnormally, he pushed the boat down the river.
Song Qingquan is the person he is trying to win over, just to get more support through him to get the person in charge of Yunmeng Mountain.
It's just that Song Qingquan is too cold, and he doesn't even take him seriously, King Jing is naturally unhappy in his heart, but Song Qingquan has his back to Yunmeng Mountain, even if he is only a stammer.
King Jing didn't know how many times he showed favor to him, but he was ruthlessly rejected, but this time he responded abnormally, and in order to make him happy, King Jing naturally happily agreed to the reception banquet.
After those officials left, King Jing touched his chin with one hand, thinking about Song Qingquan's intentions, until the waiter announced: "Lord Wang, Concubine Yunbian is here." ”
"Let her in." King Jing's voice was a little anxious.
The people outside understood and opened the door.
Immediately, a woman in white clothes walked in the door, and when she saw him, she saluted first: "I've seen the prince." ”
The voice was delicate and soft, King Jing almost forgot the purpose of this trip, and while pulling the soft and boneless hand of Concubine Yunfang, he pinched it lightly and heavily, and unexpectedly heard a half-pushed and half-coquettish look.
King Jing encircled the person in his arms, and the two frolicked for a while before getting down to business.
"I heard that the Chen family's horse was stolen yesterday, but is it true?"
Concubine Yun was surprised: "The concubine doesn't know about this yet." ”
"If you don't know, find someone who knows and ask."
Although King Jing came for the horse, only his status made it impossible for him to ask for anything by himself.
brought Concubine Yun over, also because she had some friendship with Chen Minzhong's wife Wei, and the matter of the sweaty BMW was still learned from Concubine Yun's mouth.
He also knew that the Chen family had a bloody horse, and they had no intention of paying tribute to him, and planned to secretly prepare an auction to sell the horse privately.
This made King Jing very unhappy, he was going to send someone to ask, but he was dissuaded by Concubine Yunbian, after all, he has a noble status, if he holds a merchant accountable for such a thing, it seems that he does not have the courage.
It is better to go to Jingcheng in the name of playing, at that time, the Chen family's sweat and blood BMW naturally couldn't hide it, even if it was reluctant, it had to be obediently handed over to the BMW.
Concubine Yun slowly leaned on King Jing's chest, secretly observed his expression, and said without a trace: "The concubine body thinks that the theft of this horse is a little strange." ”
King Jing snorted coldly: "It's not just strange, from the perspective of this king, they just knew that this king was coming, so they prepared such a good show." ”
Concubine Yun opened her mouth and said in surprise: "Although Chen Minzhong is not on the road, he won't do such a foolish thing, right?" ”
"This king will not give up on this matter, if he is caught by this king...... King Jing's eyes flashed a trace of fierceness, and when Concubine Yun saw this, she pretended to be afraid and drilled into his arms.
King Jing held her in his arms and opened her shirt with one hand: "Don't be afraid, this king can still eat you......"
The last sound disappeared between the lips and teeth......
When Concubine Yun came out, her hair was a little messy, she put her hair in a bun with one hand, saw the evasive eyes of the waiters outside, smiled kindly, and went to her courtyard.
It's been hot there for a long time.
She waved off the maid and wanted to catch up with her old friend.
At this time, Concubine Yun was no longer coquettish when facing King Jing, but a little more approachable: "Sister Wei came over at this time, aren't you afraid of Chen Minzhong's suspicion?" ”
When Chen Minzhong was mentioned, a trace of ridicule flashed in Concubine Yun's eyes, and she did not avoid Wei.
Webster knew that the person in front of him had always hated Chen Minzhong, so he laughed at himself: "What else do I have to be afraid of now? ”
The Yun family and the Wei family are old friends, and Concubine Yun often ran to the Wei family when she was young, Wei was ten years older than her, and she often played with her before leaving the pavilion, and then she married into the Chen family, and she did not live well, but Yun Qian was favored by King Jing as a side concubine.
She wanted to take advantage of King Jing's power to support Wei's, but King Jing's inner house was far more complicated than the Chen family, and Wei didn't want to affect her, so he took the initiative to distance himself from her.
Among them, there is naturally also the meaning of not allowing the Chen family to take advantage of the situation to cling.
If it weren't for this, relying on the identity of King Jing's side concubine's friend, Chen Minzhong might not dare to spoil his concubine and kill his wife so blatantly.
"If you thought that way a long time ago, why did you get to this point?" Concubine Yun was furious.