"But do you think that Jin Tianxia will kill his brother?" Chu Qingxiang obviously thought more than he thought.

"It's come to this, we can only win him over, at least this kid is not too bad." Sima Wuya had such an evaluation of the suave Jin Tian, and Chu Qingxiang really doubted that he had lost his eyes.

"You suddenly transferred Sima Ting to the camp on the outskirts of Beijing, are you planning to fight?" Chu Qingxiang suddenly squinted at the scheming fox eyes and asked.

"It's just to familiarize him with the old-timers, otherwise how can he serve the public in the future?" Sima Wuya sighed faintly, because of the invasion of the imperial city by people in the martial arts more than ten years ago, he, like Chu Qingxiang, had already lost his son and daughter-in-law, he really didn't want to participate in the palace coup again, but Jin Huai was not anywhere for a day, the world was difficult to determine, and the people were unstable.

He and Chu Qingxiang didn't know that in order to supplement the military salary, Jin Huai privately swallowed the 3,000 quintals of grain for the relief of the victims, but because there was no evidence, they really couldn't do it to King Pingnan.

Sima Wuya suddenly thought of something again, and said: "Last time Jin Xiangxiang came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to make a fuss, it seems that Hongying ran away because of your grandson, and you didn't look for it?" ”

Chu Qingxiang stroked his beard cunningly, and said, "Can I not care about my future granddaughter-in-law?" I have already sent someone to protect her secretly, and she has been tossing a lot these days! ”

As he spoke, he leaned into Sima Wuya's ear and said a call, Sima Wuya listened, smiled heartily, and said, "I said how did Jin Tian suddenly open his mind, and during this period, there was Hongying mixed in it, but she was too bold, right?" ”

"Even so, she did make me think of a trick that can quickly steal the evidence of King Pingnan's rebellion." Chu Qingxiang said with a smile.

"I think so, too." The two have cooperated for many years, and they have long had a tacit understanding, but at this time they just looked at each other and smiled, more treacherous than the old fox.

After a while, Sima Wuya said: "Your good grandson is here, nine times out of ten, he is asking you about Hong Yingluo, what are you going to do?" He caught the hesitant Chu Luo's breath from afar, so he reminded.

"What should come will come, and it's time for him to know part of the truth." Chu Qingxiang sighed faintly, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, he really didn't want to mention the incident more than ten years ago.

It didn't take long for Chu Luo to knock on the door and come in to salute Sima Wuya, not knowing how to speak. But Chu Qingxiang said first: "You are here to ask me about Hong Yingluo, right?" ”

Chu Luo was surprised, these days, because of Hong Yingluo's affairs, he couldn't sleep all night, he was upset, and he didn't even notice that Hong Yingluo had left, but he felt panicked in his heart.

"Red Yingluo is more than 20 years ago, the old man Tianji gave to the emperor of the treasure, there are only two strings, a string of the main yin, a string of partial yang, according to the old man Tianji said that it can bless the prosperity of the Jin Dynasty for dozens of generations. The Emperor gave him to the current Emperor and Empress, your ...... Auntie, when Your Majesty ascended the throne and your aunt also gave birth to the prince, the string of sunny red Yingluo was left to the prince, and the red Yingluo became a symbol of royal status. ”

"You have also heard a little about the later things, the thieves entered the palace, burned, killed and looted, your parents and aunt were killed in the palace, when he went, he only picked up this string of red Yingluo, and brought it back to you, because it is the relic of the prince, related to the bloody case of the year, so my grandfather is worried that you will be infected with blood because of this string of disgraceful red Yingluo, do you understand?" What Chu Qingxiang said was not detailed, but Chu Luo's heart was heavy and panicked, were his parents killed in that bloody killing?

Chu Luo walked out of Chu Qingxiang's room and involuntarily walked to Hongying's courtyard, wanting to fight with her and relieve her boredom, but found that the lanterns in her courtyard were actually dark.

A maid happened to pass by, and he grabbed her and asked, "Where is Hongying?" ”

"Miss went out of the house a few days ago, and we don't know where she went." The maid's palms trembled slightly, because it was late at night, so Chu Luo couldn't see her panicked face clearly, so he didn't care, and let her go, and after a long time, he came back to his senses from his lost soul and realized in amazement: Hongying was gone.

He hurriedly asked the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and they all didn't know where Hongying had gone. A sense of loss crept through his body, and he began to wonder: what if she went out on the street and encountered the same accident as last time? What if she fell and hurt herself?

Damn, when did he start worrying about her life or death? Didn't he wish she had disappeared in front of him forever and not disturb his purity?

That night, Chu Luo didn't sleep all night, and as soon as it was dawn the next day, he couldn't wait to go to the General's Mansion to ask Sima Yue's help.

These days, she has been stuck with Gu Siming, and she has forgotten this sister. The two were worried that some people were plotting against each other, so they agreed to look for them privately.

As for Hong Ying, she spends her days thinking about how to use the vast labor force of the disaster victims to help them become self-reliant. On this day, on a whim, she came to the front line to give porridge, and was surrounded by the vast number of victims, praising her as a living bodhisattva and a savior.

Hong Ying was particularly embarrassed, after all, she was so embarrassed to be praised by the villagers who had counted her down. She appeased the villagers and elders, and then began to make porridge: "Come, come, come...... Line up, come one by one, don't crowd, everyone has a share! ”

Sima Ting, who was abused by a group of generals of the older generation, returned to Beijing to recover his life, and walked the trail, so he saw this ruined temple from afar, heard the sound of people, and wanted to go to the Xiangfu as soon as possible to win the red Ying, but the red shadow in the crowd of soup kitcheners made his heart skip a beat, and he hurriedly rode his horse over and shouted: "Hongying? ”

"Hip~" Hongying's conditioned response.

After answering, she turned around and saw that it was Sima Ting, and she suddenly had an idea in her heart. Sima Ting also dismounted and asked her, "Why are you here?" ”

Hong Ying told him the truth, and he was surprised: "You want to give porridge here to help the victims get out of trouble?" Hong Ying nodded solemnly and said, "Do you want to help me?" ”

Sima Ting immediately swore and said: "Help, of course help, you said what you need me to do, donating money is not a problem." ”

Hong Ying patted him on the shoulder, squinted and smiled, "I know that you are the most reliable." She solemnly reminded Sima Ting not to tell Chu Luo about her soup soup in the suburbs of Beijing, and Sima Ting readily agreed!

On the second day, Sima Ting donated all his private money and 100,000 taels of silver tickets to Hongying, saying, "I hope to help you." Hong Ying looked at this true, kind and beautiful man gratefully, and suddenly thought about it, and felt that marrying him might be a good choice. But what was she rejecting in her heart?

"Thank you!" The stiff answer seems to want to put aside the ambiguous relationship with him.

"You don't have to be polite to me, your own family!" Sima Ting said, looking at her with burning eyes, unconcealing the affection in his eyes, but his eyes made Hong Ying feel as if he owed him.

Sure enough, whether it is falling in love with someone or being loved by someone, it is a painful thing. She can't enjoy the selfless care and love of others, but she is unwilling to step on herself to flatter others.

Because Hong Ying only said that she couldn't tell Chu Luo about this, she didn't say that she couldn't tell others, so Sima Yan and Sima Yue always sneaked out to accompany Hong Ying to design the whereabouts of the victims.

Of course, it is difficult to avoid some individual families having disputes because of the wind direction of one or two rooms, but Hong Ying's annotation of "retreat" solves the problem.

Because of this, Sima Yue remembered the quotations in Hongying's class, so she said to her: "Master Yang has made a biography of your quotations, I heard that the sales are good, and Master is now a famous bookseller in Kyoto." ”

"Master's ideal is to make 10,000 yuan of money, and we have to find a time to honor his old man." Hong Ying squinted, and had the idea of beating Master Yang.

She indulges herself these days, and she is really a lot wilder. But she didn't have to be restrained by the Prime Minister's Mansion, she felt refreshed all over.

As for Chu Luo, hum! Who remembers who he is?

After Sima Yue and the others left, Hongying returned to the specially rented courtyard, and saw a line of bean-sized words on the table: "Save Acui, come to the Lingwang Mansion alone!" ”

Only then did Hong Ying remember that there was a fake hostage who was detained by Jintian's shemale and became a real hostage. Although she is not familiar with Xiaocui, after all, it is a human life, and she can't go if she doesn't go.

Lingwang Mansion, as usual, the entrance hall is wide open, and there is no one patrolling, but everyone in Kyoto knows that there are countless martial arts masters in ambush here, and non-top masters cannot get out alive.

As soon as Hong Ying arrived at the Lingwang Mansion, someone stepped forward and asked her, "May I ask if it's Miss Chu?" ”

"Yes!"

"Lord Wang, you've been around for a long time, please come here." As he spoke, he led Hongying into the palace, and after turning around, he walked across a white marble bridge, and the man pointed to a small and delicate pavilion and said, "The prince is inside." ”

With that, the man departed.

Hongying had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, ready to bear the blame of the lost owner collecting debts.

But after waiting for a long time, I didn't see Jin Tian say a word. Hong Ying wondered, shouldn't this product be like Chu Luo, with water in his head? Maybe it was the heavy losses that hit him too hard?

This atmosphere was very strange, and Jin Tian suddenly said coldly: "You won't pick up a seat and sit down?" "It's just a matter of not saying hello to him, and when the pestle is seen here, he bullies her.

Hong Ying secretly wondered in her heart, this thing should be a sitting, right?