I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Lou Zhiping is the highest-ranking official in charge of agriculture and commerce. Although negotiating the price of drinks is a big deal, no one dares to find fault with it.

At that moment, everyone responded and diligently invited Lou Zhiping to the seat of host and guest. They exchanged a few glasses and invited him to taste the wine.

Bei Prison is located in the northeast corner of Xijing, next to the Northern Army garrison, so there is no need to worry about security.

After nightfall, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth became dim. Several people covering their heads and faces with cloaks appeared outside the gate of the North Prison. The gatekeeper had already received the order and directly let them in without looking up at the person after receiving the token.

Princess Yong'an has not stopped since she was imprisoned. One moment she cursed Tang Zhan for alienating the royal family, and the next moment she shouted that she had to go to see His Majesty to argue. Unfortunately, she was imprisoned in the deepest cell of the North Prison, just shouting Her throat was broken, and no one answered her.

The iron lock was opened, and someone walked in lightly. Han Min'er slowly raised her head and saw that the man took off his snow-stained hood, revealing a cold and handsome face.

"Mr. Jieyou?" Han Min'er was extremely surprised: "How did you get in?"

She thought about all the people who might come to see her or come to interrogate her, but she never thought of Mr. Jieyou.

This is the North Prison that is heavily guarded. Except for His Majesty and Xiuyi Envoy, no one else can get in, no matter how much money they spend.

Isn't Mr. Jieyou a wanderer? How could he be so capable and enter here silently?

Mr. Mo did not answer her words. He took out the sachet from Luo Qianhuai from his arms and showed it to Han Min'er: "There are two words embroidered on the inside of this sachet, which are Ze and Min."

Before he finished speaking, Han Miner snatched the sachet and pressed it tightly to her heart, tears streaming down her face.

"You embroidered this sachet and gave it to your sweetheart with your own hands." Mr. Mo sighed and said, "It's a pity that he married someone else, not you."

"So what?" Han Min'er looked up at his face, her eyes softening: "It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that he can't be with me. You are still young and don't understand that there are many things in this world and you can't do whatever you want. "

"So, do you hate him?" Mr. Mo's voice was gentle and erratic.

"How could that happen?" Han Min'er shook her head desperately, tears rolling down her face: "Even if I had to die on my own, I would never hurt him in the slightest."

"Did you know?" She looked at Mr. Mo, and seemed to be looking at someone else through him: "He was still wearing this sachet until the day he died. It hurt so much when the arrow came out from his chest. , so much blood was shed - but this sachet was firmly protected by him, and not a drop of blood was stained."

"That day, my sky fell. My uncle asked me to get married, and I no longer objected. He is gone. What does it matter whether I marry or not, and who I marry?"

This is not the answer Mr. Mo had imagined. He frowned slightly, took out the bronze sheet and placed it in front of Han Min'er: "If what you said is true, then what is this? What role did you play in that incident?"

Han Min'er stared blankly at the bronze sheet, and then at Mr. Mo's face, her eyes gradually clearing up.

"who are you?"

"You should be able to guess."

Han Miner's eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you Yu Chu? Aze's posthumous son?"

"It's me." Now that Mr. Mo is here, he doesn't want to deny it. "So that's it." Han Min'er laughed in a low voice. The louder she laughed, the louder it became, and later she even started to cry.

"I should have thought of it earlier. I know you are still here, but I just don't know how to face you." She laughed and shed tears: "For so many years, I have been tracing what happened back then. No matter how thorough those people are, , and I still found some clues.”

A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Mo walked out of the north prison gate. Tang Zhan was standing outside the door, his body and head covered with snow, and even his eyebrows were gray. When he saw him coming out, he quickly followed him:

"Master, how far do you want to go?" he asked.

"Just keep her alive, she will be useful in the future." Mr. Mo said calmly.

"Yes." Tang Zhan responded, remembering something again, with a smile on his face: "Sir, that person yesterday is really like you."

He made a touching gesture with his two index fingers, and the light of gossip flashed on his handsome face, completely losing the awe-inspiring majesty of a dignified embroidered messenger.

Mr. Mo glanced at him lightly: "It seems that Your Majesty is too kind to you, allowing you to have this free time to investigate these boring things?"

Tang Zhan was startled and explained again and again: "Young Master, where did you want to go? How dare I reach out to you? I just interrogated the people in Yushan Garden and guessed a little bit - don't worry, I promise there will be no such thing." A little bit of news got out."

Mr. Mo was noncommittal. He walked a few more steps and suddenly stopped.

"By the way." He ordered: "Among the people you took away that day, there was a man named San Luo. You beat him up and release him in a few days. I will still be of use."

Zhu Niang's work efficiency is extremely high. The next morning, Luo Qianhuai met a medicinal materials dealer named Qi in Mingyue Tower.

The drug dealer spoke very cheerfully: "Since Madam Zhu from Mingyue Tower guarantees it, I can naturally trust Madam Luo. The Qi family has been in the medicinal material business for generations and has always been genuine. They will never pass off shoddy goods or take fakes as genuine - Da If you don’t believe me, you can go out and ask.”

"I also trust Boss Qi." Luo Qianhuai had already experienced the various medicinal herbs he brought, and they were all top-grade with thick roots, so he directly handed over the written order list.

Nowadays, most people use bamboo slips for writing, while only wealthy families use silk. Qi Ming was well-informed, but he had never seen any medicine shop that would use such precious silk to write a list, so he was stunned at that time.

He took a serious look at Luo Qianhuai's facial features and clothing. All kinds of speculations were running through his mind, and then he took it and looked at it carefully.

To be honest, although there are many medicinal materials on this list, the quantity purchased is not large, and it is only enough for a small pharmacy. For a business of this size, he usually leaves it directly to his subordinates and does not pay personal attention to it.

Just after thinking about it just now, he decided for the first time to follow up personally.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Luo." He said warmly: "I have most of the medicinal materials in stock here. Even the missing ones can be obtained from other places within three days."

"That's great." Luo Qianhuai smiled happily: "Then in three days, we will pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."

Luo Qianhuai was in a good mood after finalizing the sale of medicinal materials. When Zhu Niang was pulled into an elegant room, the smile on her face could not be wiped off.

"Did you guess that the young master has agreed to your proposal?" Zhu Niang pushed over a deed signed with her name and stamped: "Look, the young master has been extremely benevolent and righteous to you."