Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 131

"Master." Cen Bin walked in from the door, he lowered his head and sniffed around while walking.

"What are you doing?" Jiu Que raised his eyes from the heavy government affairs, and saw Cen Bin's wretched look. He frowned and asked.

"...I always feel that there is a vague smell of vomit wafting from my body from time to time." Cen Bin said with a bitter face, his tone filled with endless sorrow.

Jiu Que coughed lightly, and parted his thin lips slightly: "Didn't you clean it up yesterday?"

"...Master, Aunt Qing Yuan vomited all over her body, which caused me a psychological shadow..." Cen Bin replied pitifully, with the word "miserable" written all over his face.

Jiu Que stopped discussing and started to talk about serious matters: "Did you find out what I asked you to check?"

Cen Bin nodded, took out a piece of paper from his bosom, spread it in front of Jiu Que, and said solemnly: "I went to check all the medicine shops in Beijing today, and listed the names of people who bought high-quality drugs this year. Copy it once, please read it, master."

Jiu Que's cold eyes fell on the list. There were only a dozen names written on the paper. He looked over one by one, and finally locked his eyes on one of them.

"Master, who do you suspect?" Cen Bin asked when he saw that Jiu Que was motionless.

Jiu Que stretched out his distinct fingertips and landed on the already locked name.

"It's him?!" Cen Bin opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.

That person doesn't look like he has the audacity to do something to frame the princess...

Alleys in Beijing.

The man who led the booing around the gate of the palace yesterday was holding a large handful of bank notes and counting them, smiling from ear to ear.

The short, mean-spirited man who followed beside him said flatteringly, "Brother Fatty, you are really good. You yelled and peddled eggs yesterday, earning a lot of money!"

The man called Fatty smiled more and more proudly. He took out a small bank note and handed it to the little man beside him, "You are rewarded."

"Hey, thank you Fatty Brother!" The little dwarf nodded and bowed with a smile, folded the small silver ticket and put it in his arms.

The little dwarf rolled his eyes and asked again: "Brother Fatty, where did you find such a large deal? You only need to shout a few times at the gate of the palace and follow the rhythm, and you can earn so much money!"

Fatty grinned brighter and brighter, his eyes narrowed slightly, "This is a secret~ Don't worry, if that person continues to look for me, next time I will take you with me."

"Hey, thank you Fatty Brother! In the future, please... Hey, Fatty Brother, why are there a group of people who don't look easy to mess with standing in front of your house!" The little dwarf was enjoying himself.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of unkind people standing in front of him, and he exclaimed.

Fatty's complexion changed slightly, and he realized that something was wrong. His feet felt windy, "Run! Shorty."

After the words fell, he ran towards the direction he came as fast as a rabbit.

As soon as the group of people in black robes heard the movement, they cast their gazes over in unison.

One of them shouted: "Fatty ran away, hurry up!"

These people flashed past like beams of light, and the little man quietly huddled in the grass beside him while everyone was focusing on the fat man.

It wasn't until everyone disappeared in this quiet path that he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Alas, there is no way to not get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river.

Brother Fatty is probably in trouble this time!

post station.

In Lake Heart Pavilion.

A stunning man in fluttering white clothes, the white robe and his dark black hair flew together, as if he had passed through a layer of immortal energy.

The tips of his ten fingers were running on the strings, and his gentle eyes were full of tenderness like water.

A ray of brilliance shone down, covering him with a layer of golden brilliance.

The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, like a dream.

"His Royal Highness, the person you want has been caught." Suddenly, a group of men in black robes came from not far away and pushed the fat man who was tied up with five flowers out.

Fatty staggered and fell to his knees on the ground.

The sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and Mo Yuan slowly raised his bright face, and gently lifted his thin lips: "Thank you, everyone, send my regards to your master."

"This is what the subordinates should do. The subordinates will definitely bring the words of His Royal Highness." Those people saluted Lin Yuan in unison, and then left quietly.

"Hey, hey, why are you leaving!" Fatty suddenly panicked when he saw the figures of those people disappear from his field of vision.

Years of experience told him that the gentle and jade-like man in front of him was not someone to mess with.

"What are you panicking about? I just asked you for a question." Lin Yuan poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and spoke with the usual gentleness.

"Did I say...you can let me go..." Fatty swallowed, and asked nervously.

"Of course, I never break my promise." Lin Yuan was as gentle as water, he promised.

Only then did Fatty relax. He raised his head and said hastily, "Whatever you want to ask, just ask. I'll tell you everything I know."

"Okay, then let me ask you, who ordered you to organize trouble at the gate of the palace?" Lin Yuan asked softly.

Fatty's eyes flickered, and he hesitated.

"If you don't say it, I can't guarantee your life." Lin Yuan said the most touching words in the most gentle tone.

Fatty stared straight at Lin Yuan, weighing the pros and cons.

"Wushuang." Linyuan's pink and thin lips curled up slightly.

That Wushuang hiding in the dark suddenly descended, holding a long sword in his hand, and slowly approaching Fatty.

Fatty's whole body was entangled and he couldn't move. He saw the long sword getting closer and closer.

In a hurry, he rolled directly to the ground and shouted in panic, "I...I said, I said!"

Lin Yuan hooked her thin lips in satisfaction, "Wu Shuang, wait a little longer."

Only then did Wu Shuang put the long sword in his hand into the scabbard, and he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on Fatty's body like a poisonous snake.

It seemed that if Fatty didn't tell the truth, he would be decapitated in the next second.

Fatty gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and said hastily, "Yes... yes... the second son of the Wang family of Nan'an!"

"The one who was imprisoned in Dali Temple?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Yes, that's him!" Fatty said decisively.

Lin Yuan fell into deep thought, and the time passed by every minute.

Fatty could only feel his heart beating. He hesitated for a long time, and finally summoned up the courage to ask: "...My lord, can you keep your promise and let me go, I...I promise to go far away and never show up." In the capital!"

Lin Yuan waved his hand casually.

Wushuang drew out the long sword again.

Fatty was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, and said nonsense, "I... I've finished what I should say. I have seniors and juniors... Please..."

"Go away." Wushuang's voice sounded.

"Ah?" Fatty lowered his eyes and saw that all the hemp ropes on his body were cut off.

He is free again!

(End of this chapter)