Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 260 Lian Meiren's Relatives
The emperor couldn't help asking: "Where are people?"

Things went smoothly unexpectedly, since everyone was there, it would be easy to handle, and after finding it, he went back and told his daughter, who would be very happy to come, and looked for an opportunity to let her meet her relatives, let her There is some comfort in my heart.

Hu Miaomiao cupped his hands: "Long live Lord, don't worry, the servants will check it out soon, but I just feel that something is wrong, it's not easy."

The emperor was taken aback for a moment, wondering why there was something strange about the investigation, he glanced at Hu Miaomiao with some doubts, and asked, "Please tell me in detail."

"Yes." Hu Miaomiao replied respectfully.

A few days ago, he sent people out to investigate, and found out that Lian Mei's relatives before entering the palace were in Yanqing Mansion, even though they had moved, within a day they found out where they were, and immediately rushed over without stopping.

Just as his people were about to come to the door, they keenly noticed that someone was secretly monitoring Lian Meiren's relatives. His people felt that this was different, so they didn't come to the door any more, but slowly found out who was watching and captured them all.

When they were about to come to the door again, they met a group of killers. These killers were well-trained, fast-moving, brutal and unscrupulous. They kicked open the door with weapons and arrested people directly.

His men immediately stopped them, and during the fight, they killed and captured these killers alive, and finally one of them escaped.

His people felt that this matter was unusual, so they flew pigeons to send letters to him. When he saw the news, he felt something was wrong and rushed there immediately, but when he arrived, all the killers captured alive had committed suicide, and there was no one alive.

The more the emperor heard it, the more frightened he became, and he asked anxiously, "How is the person doing now?"

This is the most important thing, if something happened, he really didn't dare to think about what would happen to his little concubine.

Hu Miaomiao said: "I'm fine, please don't worry, the young people can't compare with the slaves. Because of these two groups of people, the slaves put in a lot of effort and just came back to report."

The emperor asked: "Where is the man now?"

"Mr. Lianmei's relatives and slaves have been brought back to the capital and settled down. They have been secretly guarded, and I ask the Lord Long Live to make a decision." Hu Miaomiao said, and presented a note: "Long Live Lord, this note is the detailed process. There are also the results of the servants' interrogation of the watchers, please have a look."

"It's done well." The emperor heaved a sigh of relief, and with Hu Miaomiao's protection, nothing happened.

Hu Miaomiao waved his hands modestly with a smile: "Long Live Lord has won the prize. If it weren't for the master's wise and clever calculations, he sent the slaves in time, and the timing would not be so good. It must be the master's wisdom."

Ignoring these nonsense, the emperor opened Hu Miaomiao's booklet, read a few lines, his pupils shrank, and he uttered three words coldly: "Xue Wanjun!"

The more he looked at the eyes, the colder he was, and finally he sneered, his good imperial concubine was really far-sighted, to have sent someone to monitor his little concubine's relatives so early, and even set a trap for her uncle, the meaning of which is self-evident!

She really thinks that the harem is her Xue family, and she must firmly control and hold all the concubines in her hands, treating him as dead.

Nanny Qi is right. Xue Wanjun has a deep scheming heart and is tolerant and generous on the outside, but in reality he has sinister intentions. He wanted to hold everything in his hands. Fortunately, he did not commit a murder, otherwise even if Xue Ping noticed something, he would have moved. she.

A trace of murderous intent appeared in the emperor's eyes. After thinking for a moment, he thought about it, so he suppressed it and continued to read.

Hu Miaomiao didn't dare to be slick anymore, he couldn't be more clear about what was written in the notebooks, one was about Concubine Xue, who was in charge of the harem, and the other was about Long Live Lord's favorite lotus beauty, so he couldn't explain it clearly, so On the fold.

The surveillance people are easy to interrogate, and I don't know where Concubine Xue Gui found the mob, and they will be wiped out as soon as they are pressed, so it is easy to investigate.

Those killers were much more difficult to track down. Those who died died, and those who fled escaped, but those who escaped were stabbed with a sword and fled in the direction of central Beijing. It takes some thought.

There was no movement in the hall for a while, and Hu Miaomiao felt that the atmosphere at this time seemed to be a little different from before.

He wondered, the recent situation of Lian Meiren's relatives was written at the back of this booklet, and nothing else was written. Why did the Long Live God seem to stare at it for a long time, and he never spoke, and his face was expressionless, making it difficult to distinguish the expressions.

He waited quietly, until after a long time, he heard the voice of the Long Live Lord: "Protect the person brought back, and step back."

"Yes." After Hu Miaomiao answered, she backed out.

He felt very puzzled in his heart. He felt that the voice of the Long Live Lord at this time was calm, but he felt that the Lord was suppressing something, as if he had discovered something, and even made the Lord's mood more volatile than seeing the imperial concubine sending people to watch... …

How should I put it, it's a kind of intuition, it's not sure, he can't see through the master, and he doesn't dare to see through, in short, he can't tell the truth, it's just that the master has no killing intent in this matter, it's very strange.

After Hu Miaomiao left, the emperor sent Zhang Qing to ask Zhang Qing to bring the ancient records of the court ladies in the palace.

The emperor took out one of the classics, turned to one page, and confirmed both sides of Hu Miaomiao's booklet.

After reading it, his thoughts were confused, and he sat for a long while without moving or speaking, and then directly tore off one of the books with the folder, and asked Zhang Qing to burn it clean, and then put the extracted book in the Hall of Stars, Ask Zhang Qing to return the other books. If anyone comes to find this book, they will say it is lost.

After dealing with this, the emperor waved everyone back, his eyes fell on the imperial case, and he was fascinated by the little snowman on the case, the snowman that his... lotus gave him.

Somewhere in Beijing, in an alley.

"Young master, you can't get any closer. If you get any closer, you might be discovered." A middle-aged man in his forties and fifties with a resolute face whispered to a young man in his twenties.

He guarded the young man behind him in a defensive posture. The two of them hid halfway in an alleyway and looked towards the house in the distance.

The house looks small from the outside, it is ordinary, and there is no abnormality around it, but he knows that there are secret whistles around the house day and night.

This group of people was very vigilant, they followed all the way from Yanqing Mansion to Beijing, they were almost spotted several times, and almost lost several times, thanks to the vigilance and intelligence of the young master, they followed to this house.

There are also people with unknown martial arts background guarding the house. They have seen the martial arts of this group of people with their own eyes.

The young man's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was stern. He had a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, the tip of the eyes was slightly raised, and the bridge of the nose was straight. He looked like a man and a woman, and his appearance was extremely handsome. If it was a woman, it must be a disaster.

He looked at the house with a stern face, with a strong unwillingness in his eyes, he was half a day late, missed the opportunity, missed the opportunity, and everyone was taken away.

(End of this chapter)