Those tea guests were still talking about Han Tingjun and Yan Ying.

These days, when Lin Yuying is busy getting rid of that group of difficult juniors, what she hears the most is the gossip news about these two people.

Listening to the analysis of those tea customers, Lin Yuying hooked her lips.

Although some people are rough in their words, the truth is not rough.

Although she has never met the new emperor who has just ascended the throne, she is said to be a diligent ruler who loves the people.

As soon as he came to power, he drastically eradicated a number of court moths, and also issued a number of edicts that were beneficial to the people's livelihood.

It is impossible for such a cerebral emperor to do such a despicable and dirty thing.

Tea came up quickly.

Lin Yuying poured a cup of tea and blew it lightly, taking a few sips.

The tea soup was moist, and she suddenly felt that her dry throat was much more relaxed.

Putting down the cup, she looked at the chatting guests boredly, thinking that it would be best to have some pickled pepper chicken feet or braised chicken feet spicy beef jerky or something at this time.

It's a pity that there is no such snack in this era, even if she has silver in her pocket, she can't eat it if she wants to.

Sighing softly, Lin Yuying picked up the cup and was about to drink some more tea to quench her thirst, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar figure at the door of the teahouse.

The man was a woman, her dress was as clean as new, her hair was meticulously combed, and her face was painted with a touch of rouge, apparently carefully dressed.

She thought about it for a moment, and finally remembered when and where she had seen the woman.

About a few days ago, after getting rid of her brother who was going to arrest her back to the villa, she was having dinner on the second floor of a restaurant when she caught a glimpse of the man jumping out of a carriage.

At that time, the woman seemed to be greatly frightened, and her expression was terrified.

When the carriage was far away, he stared at the carriage in the distance with resentment, and his expression was so hideous that he wanted to tear the people in the carriage apart.

The woman didn't linger at the door of the teahouse for long.

After a while, she gritted her teeth as if she had made up her mind, and stepped into the teahouse, heading straight for a table next to her.

Lin Yuying blinked, put down the cup in her hand, and stared at the woman and the person wearing the curtain hat in front of the table.

Her instincts told her that there was going to be a good show ahead.

"Your Majesty......" Yan Ying opened her mouth to call Your Majesty.

But the eyes behind the curtain were so cold and intimidating that her heart trembled at the tip of the cold, and the words that had reached her lips turned deftly.

"Master Han, I'm here to make amends to you."

"It's all my bad that will cause you to bear those infamys for no reason."

People who often visit teahouses to drink tea basically like gossip and are most sensitive to all kinds of gossip news.

Where there is a little unusual wind and grass, their ears and noses are even smarter than dogs.

As soon as Yan Ying's words fell, many people around them quieted down, pricking up their ears to eavesdrop on Han Tingjun's movements.

In fact, they had noticed the existence of Han Tingjun for a long time.

Sitting in the corner in broad daylight, wearing a curtain hat, and his own temperament is not bad, it is difficult not to get people's attention.

However, due to the extraordinary momentum of the table next to him, all of them were swords-wielding attendants, no one dared to provoke him.

Some people speculate that he is the noble son of a large family, and because he is greedy for freshness, he runs to the teahouse to yo-yo.

At this time, hearing Yan Ying's meaningful words, someone has quickly invented a bloody drama in their minds in which the noble son is suave and suave, and the little lady is jealous and jealous, and maliciously spreads rumors to slander the noble son.

But, Han Gongzi?

Didn't the Nanqi royal family happen to be surnamed Han?

It can't be such a coincidence, right?