The rumor was told to him by Zhang Da, and after hearing this, he wrinkled his eyebrows for a while, put down the red pen in his hand and stood up.

"Go and prepare the car, I want to leave the palace."

Zhang Da counted a few guards who secretly accompanied him, and then left the palace with Han Tingjun.

Han Tingjun went to a teahouse.

In order not to attract attention, he deliberately wore a curtain hat to cover his face before getting out of the car.

He sat in the corner, dressed in his usual clothes and a hat, and no one looked in his direction, while the accompanying escort sat at the next table.

It was the time when people came and went, and the teahouse was almost full, and only one table was left empty on the spacious first floor.

Han Tingjun pricked up his ears and listened to the tea guests talking about him.

"Do you say that the matter between the Holy Lord and that Yan girl today is true?"

"I don't think it's likely. It's the king of a country, what kind of woman do you want? How is it possible to touch a broken shoe that someone else has touched? ”

"I don't think so, doesn't it mean that the one named Yan Heying is the new emperor's former friend? Maybe he didn't get it at the beginning, and then he was jealous, and now he wants to take revenge on others to vent his hatred? ”

"Pull it down, those who can become emperors are all people with some brains, if something like that really happened, that person named Yan Ying would have been sealed up a long time ago, how could he live until now? The royal face is not a child's play, and it is impossible for the new emperor to give Yan Ying a chance to discredit himself. ”

"I think so too, doesn't it mean that Yan Ying's husband's family has declined? I think eighty percent of it was a plan set up by her and her husband, and they wanted to take advantage of this to make a lot of money! Gee! Dare to pluck the feathers on the tiger's head, they really have the guts! ”

Listening to the words of those tea guests, Han Tingjun hooked his lips and put down the cup in his hand.

Justice is at ease in people's hearts, and it seems that he doesn't need to bother to deal with this matter.

Han Tingjun was about to get up and leave, when a familiar voice suddenly floated over.

It's an exaggeration to say that it's familiar, but I heard it once a few days ago.

Maybe it was because of Qiao Jinyu and He Jinzhi's ridicule that day, he remembered this voice very clearly.

"Little Er, let's have a pot of tea!"

Han Tingjun looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a heroic woman dressed in white sitting down at the table next to him.

The woman seemed to have just finished her intense exercise, her cheeks were still flushed, and fine beads of sweat could be seen on her forehead.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, the woman looked in his direction.

He subconsciously quickly withdrew his gaze, picked up the teacup in front of him, and pretended to be drinking tea.

For him, who is accustomed to drinking all kinds of good tea, the tea in front of him can only be regarded as barely eating, he doesn't like it, he takes a sip and puts down the cup, then raises his head, looks at the crowded street, and pretends to be distracted.

The woman stared at him for a moment, frowning strangely.

Is she too sensitive?

This man seemed to be staring at her just now?

And this man, how did she feel a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere?

Without evidence, it was impossible for the woman to run to Han Tingjun and ask him if he was looking at herself, let alone ask Han Tingjun to take off the curtain hat to show her true face, her eyes flashed, and the woman withdrew her mind and listened to the chatter of the people in the teahouse.

As soon as she got rid of the group of persistent little followers, the woman felt that her whole body was very hot, and she scolded her stomach while fanning the wind with her hand.

Alas! I should have bought a fan when I passed by those stalls just now, and I really made a mistake.