Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Chapter 31 What's the matter with this woman?

The well-known Marriage Monk in Nanshan Temple can conduct autopsy!

Everyone couldn't believe it.

Wu Wu pulled out a harmless smile and looked at Yan Wanqing and the others: "You don't have a better choice now, do you?"

Everyone: "..."

The autopsy was carried out from dawn to dusk, during which nothingness even had lunch.

After he came out, the first thing Xiao Hongshen did was to take someone to tie Zhao Qi, son of the Zhao family.

When Yan Wanqing heard the news, Cong Ge was packing her things, and Cong Huan stood outside the yard and looked inside eagerly.

"That maid, it will be a disaster sooner or later to stay with you." Congge closed the makeup box, hesitated and whispered to Yan Wanqing.

Yan Wanqing didn't raise her eyelids, she pinched a white piece, and looked at the chessboard with her chin: "It's easy to get rid of, but it's easy to hide a spear and it's hard to defend against it. Without her, there will be many other people behind."

Cong Ge is not stupid: "I understand, I must keep an eye on her."

Yan Wanqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Naturally, she has already sent someone to personally watch Cong Huan's every move and watch the news uploaded every day. At this time, Cong Huan is like the lackey of the seventh prince Xiao Hongshen. side to go.

Thinking about it, she hasn't criticized Cong Huan half a point in these years.

How come they are not familiar with it?
Even if it is a dog, it is three points of relatives.

Yan Wanqing only sighed that human nature is unpredictable.

At this moment, Mrs. Sun entered the door, smelling of dew all over her body, as soon as she entered, she pushed back the maids around her.

"Mother." Yan Wanqing withdrew her thoughts from the chessboard.

Sun glanced at the chessboard hastily, but she couldn't hide her surprise in her eyes.

Yan Wanqing scattered the chessboard casually: "Why did mother come over late at night, and she will return to Beijing tomorrow."

Sun took a sunspot scattered on the chessboard, picked it up and lightly threw it into the chess basket, unable to hide her worry: "It's not good to have too much intention to kill."

On the seemingly ordinary chessboard, there were criss-cross patterns and murderous intentions everywhere, but just a superficial glance made her feel terrified.

Yan Wanqing squeezed Sun's palm and shook it lightly: "It's just an ancient chess game. My daughter is studying and playing. Mother doesn't need to worry."

Seeing that she didn't say much, Mrs. Sun had no choice but to give up.

Her daughter has had her own ideas since she was a child, especially after such a big event happened, her temper became even more unpredictable.

She suppressed the matter and said.

"Mother wants to tell you that there is news from the mansion that your real grandma has arrived yesterday, and we can see it when we return to Beijing tomorrow."

Yan Wanqing frowned directly when she heard the words: "She lived well in Huqiu, why did she go to Beijing?"

Mrs. Sun shook her head. She doesn't please her mother-in-law, and she feels uneasy about her mother-in-law's sudden visit, especially the one who has a bad relationship with her own daughter. She came here today to give an order, just to hope that Yan Wanqing You can find an opportunity not to go back, or go back late, until that person is tired from playing in Shangjing and leaves, and it will be just right for Yan Wanqing to go back.

But how could Yan Wanqing not go back?

"Mother doesn't need to persuade me. It's not a day and a half that the old lady doesn't like me, but that's what happened when I fought with my father. Now I've been in my boudoir for many years. No matter how angry the old lady is, I'm also appointed by the Holy Majesty Princess Anping, she won't embarrass me."

Naturally, Yan Wanqing would not put her revenge plan on hold just because an old lady went to Beijing suddenly.

When it came to this matter, Sun had no choice but to let go of her own thoughts, and only hoped that the grandparents and grandsons would meet tomorrow and not make any big moves.

It is normal for Mrs. Sun to have this anxiety.

After Yan Wanqing came back from the battlefield at the age of ten, the old lady pressed her on the tiger stool and beat her buttocks torn apart. She lay on the couch for more than a month to recover, and threatened to beat her to death if she saw her wielding knives and guns again.

It's a pity that after only half a year, Yan Wanqing went on the journey with his father and brother again. Before leaving this time, he released the parrot that the old lady had raised for many years. The old lady was so angry that she scolded her for three days and three nights.

These are all big things, and there are countless little things on weekdays. As long as these two people stay in the same place, they will be jumping around, jumping up and down, and scolding one after another. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this old lady dislikes Yan very much. The eldest daughter of the family.

So after Yan Wanqing came back at the age of 15, the old lady was afraid that she would be mad at herself, so she moved back to her hometown in Huqiu, and ignored all the news in the capital these years.

Yan Wanqing felt strange, and this was something that had never happened in her previous life, so she became interested.

"No, go check it out."

Fouji hung upside down on the beam of the house, like a black bat: "Master's second uncle was recalled to work in Kyoto a few days ago."

Yan Wanqing raised her eyebrows: "My second uncle? Didn't he commit a crime a few years ago and be sent down, and he will be back in just a few years."

No, he was very serious and made a gesture.

Yan Wanqing curled her lips in disgust, meaning that her second uncle spent some bad money and came up from below again.

"That's why he encouraged the old lady to go to Beijing." Yan Wanqing understood now that the second aunt had been accompanying the old lady to live in Huqiu. The two of them were of the same mind, and the second aunt must have helped instigate it.

Yan Wanqing rubbed her brows, it was really an external trouble and an internal trouble, the constant cutting was still messy.

The matter of how Wang Shujian died is still confusing, and the source of the problematic pot of wine was not found out last night. Yan Wanqing only felt that she and the Yan family were bound by an invisible net, which made her suffocate unbearably. Can't move.

It would be great if someone could help her.

Yan Wanqing walked to the window sill and pushed the window open to let the evening wind blow in. She exhaled a foul breath.

Distraught, she looked up to look at the moon, only to see a white shadow sitting on the opposite roof.

Yan Wanqing: "..."

The man seemed to be staring at this side all the time. When he saw the window being pushed open, he did not avoid it, and stared directly at Yan Wanqing with burning eyes.

Sitting in white clothes on the roof opposite the female relatives at night, I am afraid that no one can do this except the duplicity of today's crown prince.

Yan Wanqing couldn't figure it out.

Just slept through the night.

This master, why don't you lose your face.

At any rate, he is the current crown prince, a man with countless halos on his body, and a man who is rumored to be the light of the world.

Why is there a jealous, domineering and clingy master behind his back.

Yan Wanqing felt even more disturbed when she opened the window, her face sank, and she removed the wooden bars that supported the window.

So the cold wind blew on the opposite side for a long time, and finally saw a certain master, only to see the delicate figure on the opposite side flash past, and then the window was closed tightly again.

The smile on a certain grandfather's face immediately cooled down.

He took out a crumpled book in his arms, on which it seemed to read "98 Ways to Capture a Lovely Wife", he flipped through the contents, his mouth was vague.

"...Hitting a straight ball, a strong girl is afraid of pestering her husband, and domineering confession, all these orphans have done it." He stuffed the book back indiscriminately, and frowned beautifully: "What's the matter with this woman, she doesn't get in."

(End of this chapter)