"Pull her over."

Zuo Qingyun beckoned to the two guards who were twisting Leng Wan's arms, and the two of them came over with her.

Looking at Zuo Qingyun with a gloomy face, Leng Wan's temples kept bursting.

Her instincts told her that this man was dangerous.

However, being held by others, no matter how good Rao is Leng Wan is kung fu, he is not as good as these practitioners from the army.

If only Fu Jiulan were here, a thought suddenly popped up in her heart.

Before she could think about it, Zuo Qingyun's hand had already stretched out towards her.

has been in the court all the year round, Zuo Qingyun can be regarded as pampered, he has never seen the sun much, and he has not done much farm work.

Therefore, the fine skin and tender flesh of his body, even the hands are extremely white.

Seeing that the hands were stretched out, Leng Wan couldn't avoid it.

The bony hand pinched her chin and writhed from side to side, as if searching for something.

But the strange thing is that no matter how Zuo Qingyun searched, she didn't find anyone on her face, and there were no traces of the leather mask.

In general, leather masks are carved on a leather mold with another pair of facial features, and then glued to the face with a special glue.

In this way, the original traces of facial features can be completely covered, so that outsiders cannot recognize them.

It's just that for this kind of person, the leather mask is glued to the face, and traces of pasting can be found behind the ear edge.

However, on Leng Wan's face, no matter how Zuo Qingyun looked at it, there was no trace of paste.

frowned, and the yin owl under Zuo Qingyun's eyes was even worse.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he suddenly realized that his fingertips seemed to touch some powder.

Rubbing his backhand on Leng Wan's face, Zuo Qingyun looked at the cement-gray thing in his hand, and his eyes suddenly flashed, as if he had found something.

"Someone, go to the kitchen and get some cooking oil."

Turning his head and confessing to the maidservant beside him, Zuo Qingyun looked at Leng Wan and grinned with a sneer.

"I'll see how long you can fit."

Soon, the maid took the oil and came back, and placed a white porcelain jar beside Zuo Qingyun.

"Young Master, the oil you wanted."

The wealthy families of this era were extremely particular, and even the jars of rapeseed oil were fine porcelain.

"Fetch another basin of water."

After another confession, Zuo Qingyun twisted the oil with one hand and greeted Leng Wan's face, and pinched Leng Wan's chin with the other hand, preventing her from moving for half a minute.

Staring at Zuo Qingyun fiercely, Leng Wan had already greeted the eighteenth generation of this man's ancestors in her heart.

In ancient times, women would also use powder to wear makeup, which could not last long, and if there was oil on the face, it would soon be dissolved.

It is for this reason that the ancients knew that oil can dissolve fat powder, and fat removal powder can also be used.

Just now Zuo Qingyun reached out and touched the cement-gray thing on Leng Wan's face, and he guessed that Bacheng was fat powder, so he asked the maid to take the oil.

Sure enough, the cooking oil was smeared on his face, and the latent makeup that Leng Wan had carefully depicted was immediately dissolved.

It's just that after the maid took the water and rubbed the fat powder on her face, it was not Leng Wan who was panicked, but Zuo Qingyun.

"The subordinates are abrupt, I don't know that the second prince is here, but he doesn't know Taishan, and he still makes ...... To do so is a deserving death. For the sake of my ignorance, you will spare my life and let me continue to serve you!"

immediately lifted his robe and knelt down, Zuo Qingyun's heart was flustered.

Underneath the cold makeup was another pale and gloomy young face.

Fortunately, before going out in the morning, Fu Jiulan pulled Leng Wan and said that the two acted separately today, and she was going to accompany Jiang Yuerong back to her husband's house, so she should be more careful.

had expected that Zuo Qingyun was not a kind person, Fu Jiulan speculated that this person had probably already penetrated the command of the second prince, so he brought Leng Wan an extra person with facial features like the second prince, a leather mask, in advance, and asked her to put on makeup.

Now that I think about it, Fu Jiulan is really taking precautions and being cold

It really can't be without him.

In fact, this person's leather mask also has flaws, but because Zuo Qingyun just asked Leng Wan to remove her makeup, and now she is startled by the face of the second prince, I am afraid that she is no longer in the mood to see the flaws.

"Hmph, dare to be disrespectful to this prince, I think you're really tired of living!"

Leng Wan has a good memory, Fu Jiulan just simulates the second prince to speak, and she can get seven or eight points.

"My subordinates deserve death, please keep my cheap life and continue to saddle your horse before and after."

Zuo Qingyun is also a good person, and such an insult can be extended.

"Next time, I'll have your place taken and your family disappear into Kyoto. You have to know who has the final say in this world, and if there are some things I can give you, I will naturally be able to take them back."

Holding the shelf, Leng Wan played the cruel and ferocious second prince vividly.

"Thank you for the grace of the second prince not to kill, in the future, I Zuo Qingyun will be the most powerful assistant by your side."

Zuo Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt down to thank him.

"Alright, how's it going?"

With his back to Zuo Qingyun, Leng Wan only left him with a back.

"My wife has now imprisoned the old general and his wife and Jiang Mingye, and the Jiang family's Zhuangzi silver coins and fields have all been transferred. According to the spies, the bride of the boss of the Jiang family had sent a fast horse out to deliver the letter, and the route was heading towards the border, probably to report to the boss. When the eldest son of the Jiang family heard the news, he couldn't help but want to return to Beijing in a few days. When the time comes, as soon as he makes a move, I will go up to the court and join him."

Zuo Qingyun said vividly, as if he was very satisfied with his arrangement.

"Fool!"

Leng Wan suddenly spoke sharply, turned around and kicked Zuo Qingyun in the chest.

Zuo Qingyun, who was still complacent and vainly trying to ask for credit, was kicked for no reason, and his face was full of confused expressions.

"How could the boss of the Jiang family rush back from the border because of a letter? He is also a member of the court, and in the ranks, he can't tell which is more important and which is lighter?"

Leng Wan stared at Zuo Qingyun, her face full of disappointment.

"What do you mean......

Not daring to speak again, Zuo Qingyun had no choice but to lie on the ground, looking at Leng Wan with a panicked look.

"There may be an undercurrent surging under the calm water, but some people can't see it, so it doesn't exist. If the river bursts its banks and floods at this time, can anyone sit idly by and ignore it?"

This person is really stupid, Leng Wan couldn't help but question this Zuo Qingyun, who is strong on the outside and capable in the middle.

"I see, we have to send some people out and mix this water as much as possible." Zuo Qingyun's eyes were heavy.

"That's right, and this man has to carry some weight. Your wife is more or less a boudoir and short-sighted. So this time, you go out and muddy the water in this pond in Kyoto, and the most muddy is not visible, so that all the people under the water can float, and we have a chance."

When she said this, Leng Wan couldn't help but admire herself.