The sky is getting dark, and the sunset is shining.

The handsome young man sat on the stone bench with a frowning face, pinching the needle and thread in one hand and holding the white robe in the other, slowly embroidering with needles and threads, and chattering in a low voice.

“… This king's dignified seven-foot man was actually reduced to holding an embroidery needle... Some naïve people are really naïve..."

The person lying on the bamboo chair on the side looked quietly with his side eyes, and suddenly felt an indescribable peace in his heart.

After a moment, he tilted his head and covered his lips, forcibly suppressing the cough that was about to come out, and then he regained his body and continued to smile.

Zhao Chen had no intention of paying attention to him at this time.

She did practice this kind of thing out of curiosity, but she embroidered it all according to the gourd.

If she really wants to embroider a solid look, it is still difficult for her.

Not to mention what red lotus to embroider -

"That's not right." Zhao Chen suddenly stopped his hand, "What if I embroider it and you regret it?" ”

Meng Yong was stunned, sobered up from his distraction, and said with a smile: "This bit of credibility is still there." ”

Zhao Chen's eyes rolled, "In this way, I'll embroider half of it first, and when you're done with me, I'll continue to embroider." ”

"And what if you go back on it?" Meng Yong smiled at her.

"Manly man, spill the water when you say it!" Zhao Chen patted his chest.

He ignored it and coughed a few times, "It's also a manly man." ”

"You're different, you're going to marry me, you can't be considered a manly man." She said solemnly, and put down the strangely embroidered robe.

"You can't do things halfway." As he spoke, he shoved her with his robe again.

"I don't care, I'm tired, my hands are cramping! Have you abused your husband like this? She widened her eyes and pouted, her eyes aggrieved.

The inadvertent touch of a daughter's attitude made Meng Yong stunned and stunned.

Zhao Chen thought that he was indifferent, so he secretly pricked himself a few times with a needle, and then stretched it out in front of his eyes.

"Look, my hands are pierced."

Meng Yong's eyes softened, and he gave in: "Then don't embroider first, you tell me what the hell is going on." As he spoke, he took out his handkerchief and wiped it for her.

Zhao Chen covered up his success, and coughed lightly: "You borrow that Liang Shangyu gentleman for me." ”

"Zhang San?" He looked up at her, "What are you stealing?" ”

"You don't care, just lend me someone!" She waved her hand vaguely.

Meng Yong sat up straight and looked at her with a smile, "If you don't tell me, I can't borrow people." ”

"Look, you see, you're going to regret it! I knew I couldn't count on you! Zhao Chen rubbed his sour hands, and really felt a little aggrieved.

Meng Yong patiently explained: "Zhang San is a person who has stolen the inner palace, and he has something to do with the fake silver ticket case, so he can't act easily, otherwise he is afraid that he will cause trouble." ”

Zhao Chen recovered from being tortured by the embroiderer, thought for a while and said, "I want to go to the Xie family's secret vault to steal a piece of physical evidence." ”

Anyway, if you don't talk about it now, he will know when the time comes.

Thinking so, she simply said again: "Xiang Huaiyu was also caught in the fake silver ticket case, the old scourge ruthlessly sold his granddaughter in order to protect his son, and he was so sick that he couldn't afford to be sick, I looked pitiful and wanted to help." ”

"You don't see, the old scourge has all gray hair, and he doesn't have the same smug as he did last time he tied me for a walk."

She really got her heart out, "He's actually nice to me, I got into trouble when I was a child, and he secretly helped me, and there are few people left in the capital who have good intentions for me-"

"He is so reluctant to have a golden book and an iron scroll?" Meng Yong frowned and asked.

Zhao Chen didn't explain much, but said: "Now as long as the physical evidence is stolen out, so that the Xie family has no handle to coerce, Yiyi doesn't have to marry, and the old scourge has a wide heart, and he may be able to survive this disease." ”

Seeing that her eyes were soft, Meng Yong also softened, "Okay, within three days, I will give you something, remember to speak." As he spoke, he pointed to the white robe.

Zhao Chen nodded hurriedly, his eyebrows and eyes were bent, revealing a big smile, bright and pleasing.

Meng Yong looked at it, and couldn't help laughing, and he was a little bit of a red dust person.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness the King of Yu has come down." Before Shuangxi's words fell, Meng Yong's smile froze.

He rolled his eyes, lay back on the bamboo chair, and put the half-embroidered white robe over himself.

Zhao Chen ignored his appearance, went out directly, and took King Yu to the side courtyard.

The heart is too small, so it's better not to meet.

"How? Is there any progress? Without waiting to sit down, King Yu asked directly.

Zhao Chen looked at his appearance, suddenly laughed, and said with eyebrows: "What? In a hurry? ”

King Yu's eyes relaxed, and he rubbed her head, "It's fun to make fun of my brother?" "I didn't explain anything.

This time Zhao Chen was even happier, and without waiting for him to ask again, he told everything in one go.

She invited credit: "This time I can be regarded as doing my best, in the future... You'll have to treat me to two more drinks. ”

King Yu smiled, and then said softly, "Thank you." "After a pause, "Let me deal with the identification of the witness!" I—I want to do something, too. ”

Zhao Chen didn't want him to get involved, but it can be seen that he is firm in his eyes, so he has no choice but to nod his head.

"Don't blame the Xiang family too much about this." She thought about it, thought about it and said, "I think there is still something hidden, otherwise Xiang Huaiyu would not have given up her daughter's life for the future." ”

King Yu nodded silently, but his eyes were still calm.

After a moment, he asked, "How could Meng Yong be kind enough to help you?" ”

Zhao Chen subconsciously shrank his hand, "He's actually... Actually, it's okay. ”

You can't say, 'You have a naïve cousin, you have to let me embroider.'"

King Yu didn't care much, hesitated and said: "Find a chance to tell her, so that she can be relieved, otherwise you will always hurt your body if you think too much." ”

Zhao Chen stared at him and sighed twice: "It's really a big man." "Don't worry, I'll go and talk to her when the witnesses and physical evidence have all the eyebrows." ”

Things have progressed, and both of them are a lot more relieved, and they talk and laugh to themselves.

The joyful laughter drifted into the main courtyard in a twist, making the man who couldn't help but prick up his ears even more unhappy, and he was wrapped in a white robe again, and turned over with a sullen face.

………

It was night, the cumulus clouds covered the moon, and it was pitch black.

Zhao Chen wore a night coat and nested in a corner of the Xie family's old house, not moving.

This is already the second night after Meng Yongying went down, but Zhang San still hasn't shown up-

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the vault.

She secretly went to study it last night, and found that with the little fur she knew, she didn't even want to open a crack.

Can that three do it?

There was a faint noise, and a dark figure appeared in her sight holding an object.

Suddenly, there was a strange smell, Zhao Chen hurriedly held his breath, but saw several wolf dogs in the dark, as well as the children of the Xie family patrolling nearby, fell to the ground at the same time.

The shadow waited a few more moments before swaggering towards the vault.

He bent down as if he were going home and opened the door, and after a few clicks, he took out the key, opened the door of the vault, and walked in.

Zhao Chen's eyes widened for a moment, and he silently jumped off the eaves of the wall and touched it-

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