But after a while, this product has a new discovery.

"Ah Feng, look what I found!"

Yan Zisi suppressed her excitement, and continued in a slightly ridiculous tone: "Hey, this Huang Xuan is really romantic. ”

As soon as he got closer, he saw Yan Zisi take out a few thin albums from the cabinet on his desk.

Su Nanfeng looked over with some curiosity, and instantly took a few steps back in fright.

Where is this serious book!

It's clearly some unsightly spring palace pictures.

His clear face was slightly shy, but he pursed his lips and looked silent.

Yan Zisi approached him with a pair of spiritual pupils, but asked generously, "Shy?" ”

Su Nanfeng shook his head a little embarrassed, and the tall figure stood resolutely, but his eyes were erratic, and he didn't know where to look.

Fortunately, this thing knows that this is not the time to play tricks on Sunan Feng, so he has the heart to put away all his playfulness.

She coughed lightly a few times, and pretended to be fine, "It's important to get down to business, I'll look for it over there." ”

Seeing Yan Zisi walking away, Su Nanfeng finally gently exhaled a few mouthfuls of turbidity.

He calmed down for a moment, and then began to search in earnest.

It's a pity that in the huge room, the two didn't find what they were looking for.

Yan Zisi frowned and glanced around.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he walked towards the desk. The object observed it for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pressed it towards a place where the paint had fallen.

In the blink of an eye, a small mechanism was opened by her.

"I didn't expect Huang Xuan to be so bold. Unintentionally planted willows and willows, I didn't expect that Gao Ye's clues were not found, but we found something more interesting. ”

Yan Zisi looked carefully along the faint candle flame, and on a few densely written sheets of paper, she quickly skimmed over ten lines at a glance.

Su Nanfeng on the side noticed her joy, and her eyebrows and eyes became a little soft.

It's just a few breaths, and this product has been seen seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

She quickly pulled out what she needed and put the less important ones back in the cupboard.

"Let's go, there's nothing we want here."

Her eyebrows were crooked, and her tone was distinctly cheerful.

The goods shook the things that had just been taken out of the mechanism set up by Huang Xuan, and his mood suddenly became a little excited.

Su Nanfeng nodded silently and followed Yan Zisi's footsteps.

When the two were about to step out of the Yellow Mansion, they found someone under the corner.

Although Yan Zisi and Su Nanfeng could find another outlet, this product pulled him to look lively.

The reason is simple.

In the middle of the night, there must be no good thing!

Don't look at it in vain, don't look at it!

This thing made a shush gesture, and habitually took Su Nanfeng's hand and drilled behind the rockery.

As we approached, the sound became clearer.

"As long as you obey me, I will ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing in the Huang family, and have the treatment of a son-in-law. And your sick father, I can help you find good herbs and cure him.

As long as you are willing to commit to me, these benefits are yours. ”

A slightly obscene middle-aged woman's voice sounded.

Yan Zisi and Su Nanfeng were both stunned.

Listening to the tone, it can be seen that the status of that person in the Huang family is not low.

"Steward Qiu, I beg you, my father has been sick for several days, can you lend me some silver taels...... Rest assured, I will pay you back. ”

The immature voice trembled with a little fear, and the voice was shallow.

Under the tone full of sincerity, it represents the master's helplessness and forbearance, obviously a weak man.

Yan Zisi's good-looking eyebrows raised.

Chamberlain?

The Huang family's housekeeper, Qiu Yu?

"You didn't understand what I said? As long as you are willing to give me, I will give you everything you want. I've always been a person who doesn't like to force people, you know. ”

Qiu Yu's mouth was full of contempt and condescension, and the tone of wanting to make people grateful made Yan Zisi very unhappy.

She had reached out and finally seen the man who had been threatened.

At this glance, I suddenly saw a familiar face.

Huang Jinhao, the fourth son of the Huang family, the man who hid behind everyone and played poetry with Yan Xijiu.

How could it be him?