Chu Lange asked.

Zhuo Yilan immediately asked people to check, "Lan Ge, is there a problem with the big courtyard?" ”

"Nope. There is a problem with Jingci'an, and the surrounding area should also be checked, maybe some clues can be found. ”

After Chu Lange finished speaking, Zhuo Yilan understood.

Sometimes to talk to smart is not to talk nonsense.

In fact, this is not difficult to understand, just like Zhuo Yilan himself, when building a courtyard outside, he must first check who the neighbors are, whether there are crazy people and enemies, etc.

Zhuo Yilan asked people to check.

After a while, there were results.

"That big courtyard is in the name of the youngest son of Tobe Shangshu." Zhuo Yilan handed the record in the booklet to Chu Lange to read. Chu Lange came and saw it.

In fact, Chu Lange doesn't know much about the younger generation in Beijing. However, the youngest son of Hubu Shangshu is a ridiculous news, she has still heard of it, "Seventeen years old, He Yongan, the third young master of Shangshufu, unmarried, went to the casino and visited the brothel, walked chickens and dogs, and robbed the strong people's daughters...... To build a big yard in the suburbs is for the sake of the golden house? ”

Chu Lange went back and forth several times, and the information about He Yongan.

It is also clearly written that he was only fifteen years old two years ago, and he took a fancy to an Oiran in the Qinglou, and after redeeming it, he hid in a large courtyard in the suburbs, and it is said that this big courtyard was built for the Oiran.

Zhuo Yilan said: "My son has seen him, and he is a mud that can't be helped. ”

"Who built it for him?"

"Huh?" Zhuo Yilan wondered, "How do I know?" Do you want to check? ”

"Forget it, I'll just ask casually." Chu Lange closed the booklet and put it on the table, "What I'm looking for is Song Qinghe, these things...... I shouldn't have looked it up. ”

The whole capital has a lot of secrets.

If you look for a house, there may be a bunch of unsightly things hidden.

Chu Lange was originally a little concerned about the matter of Jingci'an, but after thinking about it rationally, he lost interest again. What she wanted to know most now was where Song Qinghe was hiding.

In the following days, Chu Lange did not leave the city.

She spent a little money, invited a few little beggars, and stared at the gate and back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion all day. As long as the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion or someone else goes out, you must tell her in time. And she sat in a teahouse at the corner of the prime minister's mansion, ordered a few plates of dried fruits, and asked for a pot of tea.

In the teahouse, there is also a storyteller.

Several times Zhuo Yilan proposed to arrange a few people for her, but she refused. Including that he wanted to go out with her, she refused, saying that he was too eye-catching and she didn't want to attract attention.

This storyteller is still very interesting, when he tells the story, he occasionally says some gossip, but, in order not to cause trouble, he avoids words involving the parties, such as replacing the person's name with so-and-so.

"Recently, the capital has been wronged about Zhuo Yilan's son, but there has been a lot of uproar, everyone must have heard about it, and the yamen has also announced that someone deliberately framed him, and who framed him has not yet been clarified. However, I am talking about another interesting thing, which has nothing to do with the case, but is related to Zhuo Yilan's son. "The storyteller satisfies the audience's taste.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "What's the funny thing?" ”

"Tell me about it!"

"Guess what you guys." The storyteller said mysteriously, "It's about women." ”

"Cut! You just blow it. "Some people don't believe it.