Chapter 137: Handwriting
Fu Xing stood behind Su Qing, and also looked at it.
Su Qing slapped the table, and Fuxing glared at Rong Heng with a small white eye.
"So, does Your Highness want my master to let Xian go now? Little remember, if my master doesn't want to be a princess, but he wants to take away half of your family property, do you think that if you don't have half of your family property, He Qinglan will love you so madly? β
After speaking, Fuxing rolled his eyes, and his eyes were impressive!
Of course not!
Which junior didn't go to the carriage with money, the house, and the carriage.
After a pause, Fuxing said again: "Moreover, this is considered your breach of contract in advance, do you have to pay liquidated damages?" β
Changqing looked at His Highness sympathetically.
How can you listen to Fuxing's words, He Qinglan fell in love with His Royal Highness's money rather than a talent!
However, he actually felt that it was right!
After all, before the appearance of his princess, His Royal Highness was dying, if he looked at someone, it would be a dead person?
Belch......
Compared with Fuxing's sharpness and Changqing's deviation, Su Qing is much more rational.
"Didn't you say that Your Majesty had decreed that the daughter of the He family should not be allowed to be your wife and concubine? Why do you still write this kind of thing to seduce He Qinglan? β
Su Qing's words fell, and Fuxing and Changqing both looked at Rong Heng.
Rong Heng ......
That's just three sessions!
Rong Heng smiled bitterly, "So, I didn't write this letter." β
Su Qing glanced at him, "Didn't you write it?" Lowering his head and taking a serious look at the handwriting, Su Qing sneered: "Come on, come on, I have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here, you come and write a He Qinglan and I'll take a look." β
Rong Heng continued to smile bitterly, "The handwriting of the love letter is mine, but I didn't write it, someone imitated my handwriting and wrote this for Qinglan." β
Su Qing......
Whoever is full of food and support does this!
Rong Heng smiled bitterly again, "I explained to Qinglan, but she felt that I was denying it back then, and from her, I couldn't ask anything useful for the time being." β
When Su Qingnao made up Rong Heng's explanation, the corners of the little cabbage's mouth couldn't help but tremble, "So, you show me this because you plan to let me help you ask clearly?" It's impossible, now that the little cabbage seems to be the one who robbed her man, how can she be honest with me! β
Rong Heng shook his head.
Picked up a wolf pen on Su Qing's pen stand, dipped it in ink and wrote a "δΊ" word on the paper, and then straightened it up for Su Qing to see, "Look at what I wrote, and then look at the two pieces of paper." β
I don't know what Rong Heng is selling, Su Qing glanced at Rong Heng and looked down at the words.
The "δΊ" written by Rong Heng is the same as the "δΊ" that appeared several times in the love letter, but if you look closely, the end of the word is different.
Discovering this, Su Qing's heart was inexplicably relieved.
I didn't realize that I was actually a little nervous just now, and as for why I was nervous, I didn't realize it.
After reading the love letter, look at the note written by He Qinglan.
Su Qing was dumbfounded.
The "has" in the note written by He Qinglan to Rong Heng is exactly the same as the "has" in Rong Heng's love letter to He Qinglan?!
Su Qing was stunned and raised his eyes to look at Rong Heng.
Rong Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "That's right, the handwriting of these two pieces of paper is from the same person, this person doesn't know when he imitated my handwriting to write a love letter to Qinglan, and today he imitated Qinglan's handwriting to write me a note." β
Su Qing had no objection to Rong Heng's summary, and instantly sniffed out the smell of conspiracy.
"But, no, between His Highness and He Qinglan, there is a holy decree that is separated by a moat, even if He Qinglan receives a love letter, she should not have illusions about His Highness, she should ask His Highness for clarification." Fuxing looked puzzled.
This is how big a hole in the brain can you naively think that you can be a princess with a love letter!
Su Qing smiled: "Either He Qinglan has received a lot of love letters, and one of them must explain the problem of the Holy Decree." Either someone said something to He Qinglan to make her believe that His Royal Highness would marry her, I prefer the second option. β
After Su Qing finished speaking, he looked at Rong Heng, "That's right." β
After a moment's pause, Su Qinglan shook his head, "He Qinglan loves you so much, didn't you feel it at all before?" β
What Rong Heng said in the carriage at the beginning, Su Qing still remembers it vividly.
He Qinglan in Rong Heng's mind is simply a pure jasmine.
Now, Jasmine has become Little Jasmine......
Rong Heng looked at Su Qing's eyes sincerely, "I can swear, I really didn't notice it at all." β
Su Qing......
Just kidding, just ask, why are you so serious!
It's like taking an oath to join the party!
Su Qing waved his hand, looking indifferent, "Okay, if you don't notice it, you don't notice it." Are you going to the Broken Flower Building? β
"Go, go to find out what the other party means!" Rong Heng said.
I went to find this master of writing!
As he was talking, the soldiers at the door passed the word, and Deputy General Xing brought a common man in, saying that he had something important to return.
"Let him in."
Su Qing's words fell, and Vice General Xing opened the curtain of the tent and walked in.
Chao Rong Heng hugged his fists and saluted, and turned to Su Qingdao: "General, there is a common person outside the gate who said that there is something important to see the general, and the general and His Highness are discussing matters, and the soldiers outside dare not disturb, so they will spread the news to their subordinates." β
As he spoke, Vice General Xing stepped forward and handed over a note on Su Qing's desk, "The subordinates took it upon themselves to see the people, and the people asked the subordinates to transfer the note to the general." β
Su Qinghu took the note suspiciously and looked at it.
With just one glance, a face suddenly looked like a live mosquito, "Okay, I know, you go down." β
"Yes!"
Just as Vice Xing was about to turn around and leave, Su Qing suddenly called out to him, "Wait, let those craftsmen build me a more majestic shoulder, do it now, I'll use it later." β
Vice General Xing ordered to leave.
"What do you want to do? The mansion has it. Rong Heng looked at Su Qing.
"The shoulders of the palace are not domineering enough." As he spoke, Su Qing transferred the note in his hand to Rong Heng.
"Why do you want to be domineering?" After receiving the note, Rong Heng asked Su Qing.
Su Qing smiled: "Give you a pressure!" β
Rong Heng ...... "Pressure the field?" "Suspicious.
The note in Su Qing's hand was snuggling.
Rong Heng lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched!
The note was written by He Qinglan, about Su Qing to see in the Broken Flower Building, if Su Qing didn't go, she would announce to the outside world that Su Qing would sell her to the Broken Flower Building.
It's the same as the one given to him.
However, compared to the one given to him, except for the word "δΊ", the other handwriting is exactly the same.
This is really written by He Qinglan.
But he came to the barracks to explain to Su Qing that he had nothing to do with that love letter.
This time, someone used He Qinglan to make a game and led him to the Broken Flower Building, no matter whether it was dangerous or not, he didn't want Su Qing to take the risk.
"You don't have to pay attention to her, not to mention, this trip may be dangerous......"
Su Qing smiled and interrupted Rong Heng's words, "It's because of the danger that I should go!" β
Rong Heng's heart warmed.
Does Su Qing care about him like this?
"Yes, since our master promised Sanhetang to cure His Highness's poison, he will never let His Highness be killed by others before the poison is cleared." Fuxing nodded, with a serious expression.
Rong Heng ......