There was a kind smile on his face, and six sweet cakes were stacked in the oiled paper bag in his hand.

Xin Yu was stunned for a moment, and her eyes showed surprise: "Is it all for me?" ”

The painting was also stunned for a moment, and subconsciously nodded: "Yes." ”

"I ate the sweet cake that the painting gave me before, it was delicious, and I have never forgotten it."

The painting showed a big smile: "It's good if you like it." ”

Xin Yu took the sweet cake, rewrapped the oil paper, and pushed the door out with Shi Shiran.

Painting the edict felt strange: "Xin waiting, where are you going?" ”

Xin Yu lifted the sweet cake in his hand and said with a smile: "Go to Qingsong Bookstore and invite friends to try sweet cakes." ”

When she walked away, a waiter standing at the door in the east hall shook his head: "This is just the office, and you left?" ”

The other person's tone was sour: "What is the identity of the person, who cares about the class." ”

When the painting was heard, he rolled his eyes: "Anyway, you don't have to worry about it." After saying that, he turned around and went back to the West Hall.

"Hey, look at him—" The sour man raised his leg to catch up with the theory.

Another person pulled him down: "Forget it, people have climbed high branches, we can't afford to provoke them." ”

Li Zhizhao silently walked to the door and listened to the discussion between the two, and subconsciously let go of his clenched hand, and his palms were full of sweat.

Seeing that the painting was waiting for the edict to come in empty-handed, he asked, "Brother painting, where is the sweet cake?" ”

"Sweet cakes? Where did the sweet cake come from? "Painting is waiting for the edict to pretend to be confused.

"No, didn't you say just now that you bought a few sweet cakes, and sent one to Xin Zhizhao first, and we will have one piece left."

"You heard it wrong, there are no sweet cakes." The painter sat down, spread out the rice paper, and his stomach suddenly screamed.

Xin Yu walked out of the Hanlin Courtyard, walked leisurely to the street, and walked all the way to Qingsong Bookstore.

There was someone arranged by He Qingxiao near the Hanlin Academy, and soon Xin Yu's whereabouts reached his ears.

"My lord, Miss Xin went to Qingsong Bookstore."

At this time, going to Qingsong Bookstore is undoubtedly a new situation, and the two have already had a tacit understanding in this regard. He Qingxiao made some arrangements and quietly went to Qingsong Bookstore.

Qingsong Bookstore hadn't opened yet, Xin Yu entered from the east courtyard and waited for He Qingxiao in the flower hall in front.

In front of her was a sweet cake and a purse.

"The owner hasn't had breakfast yet, has he?" Liu Zhou served tea and a plate of snacks.

The tea is steaming, and the dim sum is soft and sweet osmanthus cake.

"The tea is made by the villain, and the osmanthus cake is made by Sister-in-law Yang, you can rest assured."

Xin Yu nodded: "It's hard work." ”

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Liu Zhou's eyes were shining, and he was full of energy.

Since following the new owner, the days have become more and more exciting and exciting, how can he be a bookclub boy!

Xin Yu drank a cup of tea, ate two pieces of osmanthus cake, and He Qingxiao arrived.

"Did Lord He have breakfast?"

He Qingxiao wanted to politely say that he had eaten, but he smiled at the girl Yingying, and the ghost sent the god to say the opposite: "I didn't eat it." ”

Liu Zhou, who was about to withdraw, took a deep look at He Qingxiao.

Is Lord He too real in front of a young and beautiful girl? Don't you care about your image in the eyes of the other party?

He Qingxiao understood Liu Zhou's eyes and fell into silence.

He's not, he cares!

"Lord He eats two osmanthus cakes to cushion his stomach."

He Qingxiao silently ate two pieces of osmanthus cake, no more and no less, and then talked about business: "Miss Xin has made a discovery?" ”

Xin Yu handed him the purse.

The plain purse is embroidered with a bush of bluegrass, which is elegant and fresh, which is completely different from the square dark purse commonly used by He Qingxiao.

For him?

He Qingxiao stretched out his hand to pick it up, and listened to Xin Yu: "When I went to Hanlin Academy today, I found that the tea cans in the office room had been touched, so I took some tea leaves and put them in my purse. Is there anyone here who can identify poisons? ”

He Qingxiao took the purse's hand and paused: "Yes." ”

"And this sweet cake, let's check it out together." Xinyu pushed the sweet cake over.

"It's—"

"The painting is waiting for me to be sent to me. Although I think it's okay to draw the edict, it's safe to check the food in my hand at this special time. Xin Yu said this, looking indifferent.

She is not aiming at painting, but is careful, so there is nothing to be pretentious.

"Then wait for my news." He Qingxiao looked at Xin Yu, with an apology hidden in her eyes, "It's going to be hard these days." ”

He has experienced the days of being careful everywhere, and it is very uncomfortable.

He was in the position of Jinlin Weibei Town's envoy, and he should have found out the truth, instead of relying on Ayu to use his example as bait.

"It's not hard." Xin Yu's eyes were burning and bright as stars, "This is what I've been looking forward to for a long time. ”

Entering Beijing alone, I finally came here step by step.

Xin Yu returned to the Hanlin Academy, and when he came out to forage for food at noon, he received the news: the tea was mixed with poisonous weeds, and there was no problem with the sweet cake.

In this way, poisoning is the other party's preferred method. If she didn't give it a chance, the next step should be assassination, and that's what she's waiting for.

In the next few days, Xin Yu got up in the morning to go to the office, and after getting off the office, he went to the Qingsong Bookstore, and stayed in the Qingsong Bookstore for a few hours before returning to his residence, and his actions were very regular.

Zhang Yuchen couldn't wait for Xin Yu's poisoning for a long time, and he didn't want to spend it anymore.

He has always been a decisive person, he calculated Empress Xin back then, and did the same when he discovered Empress Xin's traces last year.

His second uncle was knowledgeable and capable, but he was prone to looking ahead and missing opportunities.

"Go, whether you succeed or fail, don't fall into the hands of the other party."

The man who bowed his head and listened to the order clenched his fists and retreated without saying a word.

Xin Yu left Qingsong Bookstore that day, and it was drizzling outside.

Liu Zhou suggested: "The owner might as well go back by car." ”

The owner seems to like to walk very much, isn't it too tired?

"No, it's not raining much. After sitting in Hanlin Temple for most of the day, the right to walk should be relaxed. ”

"Boss, hold up an umbrella." Zhu Xiaoyue handed over a bamboo umbrella.

"Thank you." Xin Yu took it back, opened the umbrella and walked out.

The oil umbrella made of bamboo is like a cyan flower when opened, moving slowly in the rain, not only blocking the cool drizzle, but also blocking people's vision.

It was evening, it was raining again, and there were few pedestrians on the streets, and the footsteps were hurried.

Xin Yu held the handle of the umbrella and walked towards the residence without hurrying.

She had a hunch that the other party would make a move at this time.

The sky is dark, there are few pedestrians, and the movement and vision of people with umbrellas will be affected to some extent. If she had been the assassin, she would have chosen this time.

Walking through a row of shops, the surroundings became open, and an old man came in the drizzle, carrying a big bamboo basket in his hand.

There was another person three feet away from the old man, who was holding an ink umbrella, because he held it low to cover his eyebrows, and he looked like a young man.

Xin Yu's gaze fell on the old man who was getting closer and closer.

Through the light emitted by the lanterns hanging in front of the eaves of the shop, you can see that the old man's face is ordinary, his demeanor is simple, and there is nothing eye-catching.

Xin Yu's gaze stayed on the old man's face for a few breaths before withdrawing it.