Although Yan Chujing was still awkward with Chi Xinian because he didn't have a letter that cared about him when he went out, he really handed it over to Chi Xinian to do before he went to bed the night before.

Early in the morning, Li Fusheng's people withdrew.

All the clues have also been sorted out and placed in front of Chi Xinian's table.

While having breakfast, Chi Xinian looked through the things presented by Li Fusheng, and after a long time, he finally had a general understanding of the current situation of the Qi family brothers and sisters in Kyoto.

"So, according to your observations, this young couple who are about to get married actually rarely interact with each other, and most of the time they are busy with their own business?

"The son of the Xue family lives as usual, except for the temporary severance of relations with the girl in Liuxiang of Flower Street, he doesn't look like he wants to get married. And the Lord of Yinyue only cares about her bride price and the dowry purchased by her brother day by day.

As for her brother Qi Muyan, under the banner of caring for her sister, she searched for shellfish everywhere every day, saying that she wanted to add a dowry to her sister?

"You were also in the process of searching for shellfish in the process of searching for shellfish, and you found out that he was deliberately looking for something that was lost in the previous dynasty?"

"To be precise, he's not really looking for it, and he's not looking for it." Yan Chujing stretched out a finger and waved it gently, "Taobao Bei is just a superficial appearance, what he is really doing is looking for the thing that was hidden by Xue Qin?" ”

"By Xue Qin? I'm a little confused. Chi Xinian frowned slightly, "According to what you said before, aren't the two of them getting married just to take some things away?" Why did Xue Qin hide things again at the critical moment, so Qi Muyan still had to secretly find them by himself?

"It's hard to do it, between the two of them..."

"As for the bond between them, Silver Moon... I think that if Xue Qin and Qi Muyan hadn't coordinated before getting married, that thing might have become a token given to her by the Xue family.

"Although the two sides have temporarily become friends because of me, a common enemy, their interests are conflicting, and choosing to cooperate with each other is nothing more than seeking the skin of the tiger.

"So it's normal to have contradictions.

"And what the Xue family is plotting is to seize power in Dajing, take the imperial power into their own hands, and then be a prestige.

"Between the two of them, there should be some secrets and contradictions that we don't know." Yan Chujing bowed slightly, confirming Chi Xinian's guess, "Actually, I want to understand that the Northern Yan people are plotting to occupy the land of Dajing, and even take Dajing as their own."

"What about you?" Chi Xinian thought about his own side of the matter, and felt that this was a good opportunity and a troublesome matter, so he couldn't help but worry about Yan Chujing again.

"You just have to think of a way to let him fall on the back of the tiger."

And this contradiction is also our opportunity. Xue Qin hid the things he was going to give to Qi Muyan for the time being, probably because he wanted Qi Muyan to agree to some more requests. Qi Muyan looked for it privately, probably because he was unwilling to agree to Xue Qin's conditions.

"In short, the current situation is that Xue Qin has Beiyan in front of him and us in the back, and it is already difficult to ride a tiger.

What she has to do is so complicated, so he...

He faced the wind and rain in the court, it will only be more difficult, right?

But Yan Chujing took a sip of milk elegantly, but said lightly: "Me? I've left everything to you, so I'm naturally resting.

"You have to worry about the affairs of the Xue family, and the disaster in Pingxing is in charge of the aftermath of the disaster. Well, every day, I approve the daily excerpts, drink tea, and listen to music. ”

Chi Xi Nian: "..."