The old lady couldn't help but nod his forehead, "Do you really plan to let your lady raise it?" ”

"Grandmother, how can you let your mother raise me?"

How could he need a wife to raise his dignified traceless son?

The old lady naturally knew about Nie Jingyang's twists and turns, and he didn't worry about it.

It's just that he is worried that the emperor will let go of their father and son?

Within two days, Lu Qingrong's illness was cured.

Nie Jingyang can finally eat meat, and Lu Qingrong only got up after three poles in the sun for a few days, and he always caused a lot of jokes.

This also made Lu Qingrong want to strangle him.

diligently making tea and pouring water during the day, smiling on his face, and turning into a hungry wolf at night, I don't know how this person developed such a cheeky skin.

If it goes on like this, the bones will fall apart sooner or later, "Let's go to Babao Zhai." ”

Nie Jingyang suddenly remembered that the lady had mentioned Babaozhai.

"Okay, let's go eat Babao duck first." Come back and eat something else......

Lu Qingrong understood the meaning of this guy's words and avoided his gaze.

After saying hello to Zhao, the two left the house.

Zhao wished that this son and daughter-in-law could be together every day, and add one or two grandchildren to him as soon as possible.

Babao Zhai is worthy of being a characteristic restaurant in Beijing, both the decoration and the color tone are different from other places.

The guests in Babao Zhai are all first-class guests, and they are all independent private rooms, which shows the good intentions of the boss.

Before the eight-treasure duck came up, there were a lot of special side dishes, and they were all gifts, which was a bit interesting.

After the dish came up, Nie Jingyang didn't care about it, and after greeting Lu Qingrong, he began to move his chopsticks.

After a while, all the eight treasure ducks were eaten by Nie Jingyang.

Lu Qingrong didn't rob him either, the main purpose of coming to Bao Zhai this time was not to eat ducks, they still had important things to do.

When Lu Qingrong was drinking tea, the two girls Xinyang and Xinliu came back, and looking at the smiles on their faces, they must have found out.

"Miss, we have already found out, that fake monk has indeed been here before, and he did not come alone, he was brought by someone."

Before Xinliu finished speaking, Xinyang preemptively continued, "Miss, the person who came with that little monk is the housekeeper in the Five Princes' Mansion, and he also deliberately showed the shopkeeper his waist card to the shopkeeper, which is indeed something from the Five Princes' Mansion, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with this." ”

"In other words, that person is from the Five Princes' Mansion, and it is the people from the Five Princes' Mansion who brought this little monk here to eat."

Lu Qingrong repeated the words of the two of them, and the two girls nodded one after another.

Lu Qingrong shook his head, things are not so simple.

Nie Jingyang was confused when he listened from the sidelines, what little monk?

But one thing is for sure, the lady came here to eat Babao duck in order to find someone related to the little monk.

"Lady, I don't think this matter may have anything to do with the Five Princes' Mansion, it's obvious that there is no need for this housekeeper to take out a waist card when he comes out to eat, this is not the custom of Babaozhai."

This is also where Lu Qingrong suspects, why do you want to show your waist card when you have a good meal, isn't this deliberately revealing your identity?

"Didn't Xinliu ask you to go to the paper shop in the capital before? Did you find it? ”

"Miss, we found out, this little monk did work as a shopkeeper in a paper shop in the east of the city before, and he was only responsible for cutting paper on weekdays, and part of their paper was sent to a mansion for writing rice paper, and the other part was sold to the vendor oil paper, this person was responsible for trimming the rice paper, and it was specially sent to various prefectures."

"Did you find out which mansion he had been to?"

Xinliu shook his head, "Miss, this shop is an old shop, it has a good reputation for so many years, there are many officials in the capital, they will buy their paper, the slave maid has been roughly calculated, almost more than 30 families have bought paper from this shop, and the people who deliver the paper are all this little monk, so for a while it is impossible to find out who this little monk has dealings with." ”

More than 30 households?

If you want to find out who is related to the little monk from here, it is really looking for a needle in a haystack.

It seems that this road will not work, so it can only be checked from the person who has a relationship with the little monk.

It's a pity that the shopkeeper can't provide a portrait, otherwise he might have been able to find that person from the portrait.

"By the way, have you checked the rouge powder?"

Two days ago, Fang Jiaxin sent someone to Lu Qingrong, saying that she had ignored a clue that day, that little monk had a rouge gouache aroma on his body, which was not the kind that women usually use, and the smell was very strong.

Now it's done, the only clue.

"Miss, we also checked, there are not a few shops selling rouge gouache in the capital, and Miss Fang can't tell what the smell is, just that the smell is strong, but Miss Fang has no research on these things, so he doesn't know, if you want to find out the people related to the little monk from so many rouge gouache shops, it is better to check the people from more than 30 households."

So it doesn't work.

Nie Jingyang has always been an honest listener, and finally had the opportunity to speak.

"Lady, who is the little monk you are talking about?"

Lu Qingrong then went to Xiangguo Temple to ask for peace, and later almost suffered an assassination, although Lu Qingrong was an understatement, but Nie Jingyang heard intriguing words.

That killer is definitely not simple.

Xiangguoji Temple is a national temple, how could it be so easily mixed in?

"Lady, didn't you check what was wrong with Xiangguo Temple?"

"I've already checked, that little monk was a monk a month ago, and the people of Xiangguo Temple didn't find anything unusual about him, I'm afraid he was buried a long time ago."

"Lady, don't be so discouraged, maybe I have a way."

"You really have a way."

Nie Jingyang smiled meaningfully, and did not answer Lu Qingrong directly.

At night, the moon shines like water.

A figure skimmed out from the direction of the Xuanguo Mansion, as fast as a ghost.

"Nie Feng, Wan'er meets the master."

"Wan'er called you here tonight because there is something you need to investigate."

Wan'er is a comfort cultivated by the Nie family since childhood, specializing in collecting and covering up her whereabouts in the fireworks factory, and she was suddenly called by Nie Jingyang tonight, which was really a little surprised.

"Master, please speak."

"You go and check if this person has been in and out of the fireworks venue, he is a fake monk."

Nie Jingyang faintly had this speculation after hearing that the monk had the fragrance of fat powder left on his body.