Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 52

Zhou Ye was taken aback by what he said, and his already deep eyes became brighter and more affectionate. He held Song Yuan's hand, smiling all over his face: "I will be with you, don't be afraid."

He is interested in himself, that kind of meaning, Song Yuan fully understands what he means, but unfortunately, she is not interested in that kind of relationship at all.

Money, power, which one is better than a man?

Zhou Ye was afraid of being discovered, so she left quickly. The night was very quiet, nothing happened. Song Yuan also slept soundly. She didn't wake up from her dream until the guards knocked on the door.

"Young master, Huo Ying is here."

Song Yuan woke up immediately after dozing off: "Why is he here so early in the morning? There is no place to live?"

The guard's expression was indescribable: "It doesn't look like it."

Song Yuan dressed and washed in a hurry. Huo Ying was drinking tea when she went downstairs, and he was holding the ugly rough porcelain bowl, which was a little more rustic.

"Master Huo came so early for something?" Song Yuan deliberately walked to the side with the charcoal basin and sat down: "Could it be that you have figured it out and plan to make it easier for me?"

Huo Ying pursed his lips slightly, moistened the tea sticking on his lips, and then said: "Ninth Young Master's words really tarnish this official."

tarnish?Song Yuan has a big head, these words sound like he wants to blackmail people.

"Qing Yu." He made a long pass.

Song Yuan rolled his eyes: "Master Huo speaks so slowly, I thought you left your voice at home."

"Young master is very humorous." Huo Ying's compliment was very perfunctory, but he thought it was very funny, so he smiled again: "I brought some portraits, and I need you to identify them."

As he spoke, he pushed a few rolls of paper over, Wei Yan immediately leaned over to look at it, Song Yuan hesitated a little before picking it up and looking at it, there were eight men in total, the paintings were lifelike, Song Yuan looked over one by one, and his eyes were on one of them paused.

It was him, the executioner who massacred Huangzhuang that day.

"Not one of them." Song Yuan expressed deep regret, and casually threw the portrait on the table while speaking.

Huo Ying glanced at it, and understood in his heart: "Then look for it again, thank you."

After they left with the portraits, Wei Yan immediately asked: "Who is the young master looking for? The subordinates can just look for them, why bother with Huo Ying?"

"It's not that I'm looking for someone, it's that Huo Ying is looking for someone. I accidentally met a man who committed a murder and let Huo Ying know. He let me identify the murderer." Song Yuan said helplessly: "You think I really want to have so much with him. Meet up."

Wei Yan looked embarrassed: "No, this subordinate is just worried that the young master will cause trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Song Yuan pretended to be ignorant.

"Both the crown prince and the prince tried to win over Huo Ying in every possible way, but he didn't respond to anyone. In the future, when the prince comes to Datong, can he bypass him? If the prince has a deep friendship with him, I'm afraid he will be implicated." Wei Yan's tone was full of regret. Sighing lightly: "This Huo Ying is also, such a transparent and clever person, but he can't see the situation clearly."

Song Yuan glanced at him: "You must be confused."

Huo Ying is Ting Wei, he is in line, so can the case he tried be convincing?If you can't convince people, he will have no effect, and that is not far from death.

He is neutral now and does not help anyone. No one dares to question his injustice. This is his greatest confidence as a court lieutenant. Even if there is a new king in the future, as long as he is not a fool, who will put a fair and discerning eye on things? The Tingwei doesn't need to use a clique and favoritism?
Wei Yan was taken aback by the words, and he didn't realize how confused he was for a long time.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is getting heavier day by day. This place is remote, and no one comes to shovel the snow. In just half a day, the snow has covered the steps. A potato was baked on the charcoal basin, and the other guards also stayed around idly, and the Mu family on the opposite side was busy all the time.

"What's for dinner?" Song Yuan had already begun to urge food.

She is just at the age when she grows up and eats a lot, and she can't stand hunger at all, and because of the heavy snow, she can't buy food at all. For breakfast, Wei Yan cooks potatoes without any oil or water. Her mouth is really pale Panic.

Wei Yan immediately said: "This subordinate has already asked people to buy meat. In such a cold day, it is best to barbecue by the charcoal basin."

"Okay." Song Yuan reluctantly agreed.

After a while, a few servants of the Mu family led the maids to come over from the knee-high snow: "It's cold today, and the servants specially boiled some broth, and brought it here to invite you and the others to warm up. Don't be disgusted."

As they said that, they put down the baskets in their hands, opened the lid, and there was a soup cup, the thick aroma was very attractive to gluttons, and the servants knew the rules, opened the lid, and scooped out every cup of soup in front of them Two spoonfuls, I tasted it first, and then turned to Song Yuan with a smile after putting out the soup cups one by one.

"Young master appreciates your face."

Song Yuan didn't move, when Wei Yan stepped forward, scooped out another portion of the soup and put it away, explaining: "Everything my young master eats must be kept for inspection."

"...Oh, good." It was the first time the maid saw such a rule.

Wei Yan scooped up another bowl for Song Yuan, and Song Yuan took it. She took a sip and liked it very much: "Thank you."

"As long as you like it, the servants will leave first."

After they left, Wei Yan called everyone else to drink soup. A bowl of hot broth can make people feel refreshed in such a cold day. When the meat is bought, Wei Yan will take people to prepare it. , Song Yuan was still leaning against the window, but this time there was an extra noose in his hand, and he could throw a stone and hit a tree trunk not far away.

The opposite window was pushed open at some point, and Mu Wantang lay on the window sill and quietly looked at Song Yuan, her demeanor, even if she was sitting loosely and throwing stones, she was very handsome and handsome.

"How do these princes and grandchildren raise themselves, how can they look so good-looking?" Mu Wantang was full of envy.

"Girl." The maid hurriedly closed the window: "This is against the rules. If Mother Chang finds out, she will be punished."

Mu Wantang couldn't hide her disappointment, and said displeasedly: "Why are there so many rules? This is not allowed, and that is not allowed."

"Our family is full of talented people. Which son is not a dragon and a phoenix? It's not like the girl has never seen it before." The maid joked, and when she turned around, she saw the well-behaved mother Chang staring at herself with a long face. She trembled in fright. Immediately dare not speak.

Mu Wantang knew that she must have seen it all, so she got up and stood obediently: "Mom, don't be upset, we made a mistake today, it shouldn't be like this."

"Young lady knew she was wrong, so she copied "Rules for Women" a hundred times." Chang's mother said flatly, and when she turned to the maid, she took out the bamboo stick in her hand and slapped it a dozen times on the maid's palm: "Young lady , dare to speak nonsense again, spread the word and ruin the girl's innocence, and let the master sell you."

Even though the tears kept rolling, the maid didn't dare to cry, she answered honestly, and hurried to do other things.

Mu Wantang watched from the side, although she was dissatisfied but could not say anything.

The mothers who teach these rules are arranged by the elders of the clan. If a woman refuses to obey the discipline, she will be sent to the temple to be an aunt.

　The name of the book was changed: "The Lonely Not Good Minister"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)