Western Regions, this word, is neither unfamiliar nor familiar to Nalan Jin and Dongfang Yi, only generally heard of it, but has never really understood it.

"Poison is not expensive, it can be seen everywhere in the Western Regions, the problem is that it takes time to refine this drug, and it is dangerous, so people in the Western Regions are generally unwilling to do it, and drugs that are also more poisonous than it abound." Su Yan explained word by word.

"Since that's the case, this poison can still be transmitted, there must be something special, right?" Nalan Jin was wise, and suddenly broke the mystery in his words.

"Not bad, a bit of a brain." Su Yan looked at Nalan Jin differently, "It's expensive because it's not easy to detect, and it will only be poisonous after a period of illness." ”

Su Yan is known as a miracle doctor, but he has studied toxicology thoroughly. It is believed that the medicine is three parts poison, and the poison can still be used in the right amount to cure diseases and save people.

"It's strange, we didn't have a relationship with anyone at all, and we spent money and energy designing us?" Dongfang Yi looked at Nalan Jin suspiciously.

To be able to go to such great lengths to frame Nalan Mansion must be a deep hatred.

"That's what you have to do with the government. It has nothing to do with me, I'm only responsible for watching drugs. Su Yan waved his hand and brushed things off.

Dongfang Yigang wanted to open his mouth and inquire about something else. Seeing that Su Yan was obsessed with studying his own poison again, he looked helplessly at Nalan Jin next to him.

The two had to leave first.

The two walked down the street, looking at the vendors on both sides, and the sound of selling returned to its former liveliness.

Before, because of the poisoning, most of the people in the city were sick at home, just like a dead city.

Seeing the children on the street running around like crazy, occasionally crying and playing happily together in the next second, Nalan Jin turned her head to look at Dongfang Yi with relief, and her hands were clasped together.

"Dongfang, who do you think will do it?" Nalan Jin leaned on Dongfang Yi's shoulder.

"It's hard for anyone to say anything without evidence." Dongfang Yi raised his hand and helped the child who was about to fall beside him, "It's better to hand it over to the government and don't check it again." After being closed for so long, it's time to consider reopening. ”

Dongfang Yi has always put his mind on business, otherwise he would not have buried himself like this and become a pearl in the sea.

"The matter in front of us must be solved first, otherwise, our Nalan Mansion will always be charged with poisoning." Nalan Jin wiped the sweat from her face, looking a little struggling.

Dongfang Yi noticed Nalan Jin's subtle movements and her flushed face. Pointing to the teahouse in front,

"Go inside and have a cup of tea and rest." Dongfang Yi raised his hand to help Nalan Jin block some of the scorching sun.

In the teahouse

They are all literati and scholars, who gather together to taste tea and calligraphy after tea and dinner, and occasionally chant poems to meet friends.

Directly opposite, in a small clearing, was a platform two steps high, on which sat a woman, holding a lute, covering her face with a light veil, singing a tune, and living a dead body.

In this article, of course

Ya place, suddenly appeared the kind of insulting person.

"Two inside, please." Xiao Er greeted him with a smile, but he was a person who came back.

"Little Er, come to the pot of Biluochun." Dongfang Yi helped Nalan Jin sit down.

"Okay, wait a minute." Xiao Er shouted tactfully.

Listening to the people next to him talking about the short things in the family, Nalan Jin suddenly thought, "We should have come here early, this place is mixed, and it is the place where we know the news the fastest." ”

"You still want to look it up?" Dongfang Yi pinched his temples, feeling tired and weak.

"You know mine." Nalan Jin coquettishly pulled Dongfang's arm.

Dongfang Yi was helpless, so he had to look at Nalan Jin and smile bitterly.

"The tea is here, the two of you use it slowly." Xiao Er took off the rag on his pointed shoulders and polished the table.

"There's little brother Lao."

Dongfang Yi took some silver and handed it to Xiao Er, raising his hand to signal him to leave. Adding a cup of tea to Nalan Jin, the two of them took a sip each, and they heard someone talking at the next table.

"I heard that no, this old man's business has been done recently, and all the things in his hands are rare things."

"I've heard that it's something from outside, and we haven't seen it here."

"The old man is also a rare object imported from the Western Regions, and I heard that it is very popular in Xiyun, and many people have gone to buy it."

"Western Regions!" Dongfang Yi trembled as he held the teacup.

"See? There is no need to ask, someone will take the initiative to send the news to the ear. This money is hidden deep enough. Nalan Jin pinched the teacup and spun around.

"Even if Master Qian has been to the Western Regions, it can't be said that the poison was caused by him, you forgot that the handkerchief came from the eldest aunt's courtyard." Dongfang Yi sipped tea as a reminder.

"If that's the case, that's the last thing I want to see." Nalan Jin bit the teacup and pondered for a long time.

The expression on his face was solemn, and just looking at Nalan Jin's expression, he felt that the sweetness was about to collapse.

"You don't suspect that the eldest aunt is ...... with Master Qian" Dongfang Yi's eyes widened and looked at Nalan Jin in surprise.

"It's not a suspicion, it's already six or seven percent sure." Nalan Jin turned his head to look at those things that were still talking about Master Qian's rare things.

People go to the tea to cool down, Nalan Jin and Dongfang Yi have not left the teahouse, and the tea is already cold.

The two of them sat quietly in the teahouse, holding the teacup in their hands and stunned for a long time, knowing that Xiao Er came to interrogate whether to refill the tea, and the two of them retracted their thoughts.

After coming out of the teahouse, Nalan Jin arranged for the shrewd and exciting subordinates in the mansion to take turns staring at Master Qian every day, recording the names and places of the people who traveled and met.

Dongfang Yi risked the reopening of the workshop.

The two of them were like two arrows flying out of a bow, each moving towards their own goal, and no obstacle could stop their overwhelming strength.

Nalan Zhen has nothing to do recently, and when he is idle, he hangs his voice in the garden, he is old, but he still sings a little bit openly

The way it looks.

"How?" Nalan Zhen gestured his figure.

"Not bad. A fight with the famous characters of the spring class. Old man, take a sip of tea and practice slowly. Uncle Xing gave a thumbs up and handed Nalan Zhen a cloth to wipe his sweat.

"When I get old, I know that children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and it is useless to touch them so much, the only thing you can do is not to add burden to them." Nalan Zhen sat down and took a sip of tea, "How is it about explaining your affairs?" ”

"Old man, don't worry, I have already found someone to redeem the ancestral house, and I guarantee that no one will know that it is our Nalan Mansion." Uncle Xing nodded reassuringly, "It's just that I don't understand, why don't you let my uncle know?" ”

"Dongfang's character, if he had agreed, he would not have taken the key to the account room in the first place, and insisted on being the ancestral house, and finally hid it from everyone, and even Jin'er didn't tell it." Nalan shook his rocking chair and closed his eyes.

"That's true."

Nalan Zhen's understanding of Dongfang Yi is far more than that, even more thorough than himself.

It is said that knowing that beating others is often one's enemy.

If it weren't for Nalan Zhen's three attempts to test Dongfang Yi three times before, he wouldn't know his character well.

"Find an opportunity to let Jin'er return the ancestral house in the east to him, I have written down his heart." Nalan Zhen sat up and looked at Uncle Xing.

"Yes, sir, Madame came here and said she was visiting you." Uncle Xing hesitated and watched for a long time.

"If you don't see it, just say I'm not feeling well, and every time she comes to ......"

"Old man, it turns out that you are in the courtyard, and I have been looking for a long time." Pei Shi shouted, interrupting Nalan Zhen's words.

Nalan Zhen watched Pei Shi slowly come over in surprise, he turned his head and stared at Uncle Xing, blaming him for not doing things well, and letting Pei Shi in.

Uncle Xing looked at Nalan Zhen with an innocent face, completely unaware of how Pei's three heads and six arms flew into the courtyard.

"What's the matter?" Nalan Zhen stood up and glanced at Pei.

"I heard that you have been in good spirits for a few days, I don't know if you took the calligraphy and painting before, have you seen it?" Pei Shi looked at Nalan Zhen expectantly.

Nalan Zhen looked at Uncle Xing in confusion, Uncle Xing had already forgotten about this matter and forgot about it.

After three days of dancing and dancing, Nalan frowned and watched for a long time, but he didn't understand. Uncle Xing kept waving his hand anxiously.

"I haven't seen it, I haven't had time to see anything these days." Nalan Zhen was direct, and Uncle Xing almost fainted.

“…… Uh," Pei Shi looked at Uncle Xing who was gesturing on the side, and guessed probably, "I still have a pair here, and I will send it to the old man to relieve his boredom." ”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Pei's face, and he was quickly drowned out by the smile that was forced out. Looking at Qing'er behind her, she put the calligraphy and painting on the table.

"Well, Uncle Xing, put it away, and look at it when you have time." Nalan Zhen has always been lukewarm.

Pei Shi could see that since she no longer took care of the affairs of the house, plus she persecuted Nalan Jin before, Nalan Jin

Zhen has always had an attitude towards her.

No matter how hard she tried to please, she was a calculating person in Nalan Zhen's heart.

"Recently, Bo'er has grown stronger, and he will call grandpa, and bring him another day for the old man to see." Pei's plan failed, and he used Nalan Bo to attract Nalan Zhen's attention.

"Bo'er can be promising, you have worked hard, just don't pretend to have some crooked thoughts in your stomach, the family should be harmonious. Got it? Nalan Zhen lectured to Pei seriously and seriously.

"The old man is right. Taught. Pei lowered his head in shame.

Nalan Zhen looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the table. It is an out-of-print Han Dynasty calligraphy and painting, and there is only one authentic handiwork. The ones that have been handed down are all manuscripts.

It is rare for Pei Shi to have this intention, and the previous incident also taught Pei a lesson. There's no need to be too harsh.

"Alright. Let's go back. Nalan Zhen looked at the gate of the courtyard.

"Then I won't disturb the old man's rest."

Pei Shi walked out of Nalan Zhen's courtyard, and finally showed a smug smile on his face, Nalan Zhen's attitude towards her could be changed, and her hard work this trip would not be in vain.

"Qing'er, what have you been busy with lately?" Pei immediately revealed her domineering side.

"I don't know, it seems that I'm busy with things in the house." Qing'er shook her head.

(End of chapter)