Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 300 A Deeper Conspiracy ([-])

The night is getting darker, the crescent moon is covered by thick clouds, and the whole capital is like a big room after the lights are turned off. The night is getting darker, and the stars are getting brighter.

The muslin falcon flapped its powerful wings across the quiet night sky, and landed accurately on the roof of Prince Shuo's mansion. It clasped the branches with its claws, and looked around with its sharp eyes. It saw the figure of the eagle coming from the house. When he came out, he swooped over and stood on his shoulders.

These musher falcons used for communication were all trained by Shanying, and they are naturally closest to him.

Shanying came out of the house only after listening to the signal sound from him, and stretched out the pieces of dried meat that were specially rewarded to the falcon, and then took off the letter box at its feet after it had a full meal , before opening it for a closer look, he heard the servants in front of him calling for the prince to come back, and hurriedly went out to greet him.

He walked out of the gate of the palace, and Qin Tinghan was jumping off his horse, his beautiful facial features were as cold as ice, before he got close, he could already feel the slightest chill, Shanying hesitated for a while, Qin Tinghan's white figure hurried past him and entered House.

Shanying turned his head and followed closely inside, with lowered eyebrows: "Master, I see Miss Yue'er, is she safe?" He asked casually, knowing that it was unnecessary.

If Qin Tinghan hadn't seen Nanmen Yue, how could he have come back? He must have had an awkward fight with that Yue'er girl, otherwise his complexion wouldn't be so ugly.

Qin Tinghan's thick eyelashes trembled slightly because he heard a certain familiar word, and then he had that icy face again.

Stepping quickly into the main hall, Fu Tonghua had already brewed hot tea for him. The first-class Mingqian Biluochun, after being soaked in mountain spring water at a specific temperature, the tea was full of fragrance.

Seeing Qin Tinghan sitting down, Shan Ying remembered the letterbox in his hand. He thought it was Qing Zhi who brought the situation to the master, but now that the master has returned to the mansion, it seems that there are other things, and he is afraid of delay So he quickly asked Qin Tinghan for instructions:

"Master, did the immature letter falcon bring the creed?" He bent down and handed the creed to Qin Tinghan. Ting Han gave an order, and Qingzhi would open all the creeds that Qingzhi sent him.

But today seems to be different, Shan Ying raised his hands in the air for a long time but didn't see Qin Tinghan reaching out to take it. He vaguely felt that his arms were starting to feel sore. The sight was so cold that it sent chills down the spine.

"Read!" He faded out the word, sipping tea casually with his eyes closed, pretending to be leisurely.

Shanying swallowed secretly, and then opened the letterbox with shaking hands. What he feared most was Qin Tinghan's appearance. Every time she got angry to the extreme, she became calmer and calmer. Life is at stake.

The creed in his hand was spread out, and Qingzhi's scrawled and crooked fonts jumped into his eyes. Fortunately, he figured out that Qingzhi's routine. If it was another person, he might not be able to see him. What are you writing.

Qin Tinghan glanced coldly at Shan Ying from the front, and it was obvious that he was concerned about Nanmen Yue in his heart. Maybe Shan Ying was too dawdling, or maybe he was really too worried. This meeting actually began to urge impatiently:
"What is written in the creed? How can you take so long to read just a few lines!" He put down his teacup, stretched his slender arm forward, and snatched the creed from Shanying's hand. His face recovered a little, and he was as terrifying as before the storm.

Shanying was really afraid that he would be the same as that creed, and would be squeezed into a ball by Qin Tinghan and held in his hand at any time. Worrying is still worrying, but the problem can only be solved if the matter is dealt with clearly:
"Master, what is our relationship with the Song family in Quxing, and what does the bloodbath of the Song family have to do with us?"

Qin Tinghan frowned and was thinking about his own problems. He didn't listen to Shanying's question, but a crisp sound of utensils breaking outside the house disturbed his thoughts. He beckoned Fu Tonghua to go out to see the situation. Just take a sip of tea to calm down all your thoughts.

Outside the house, He Shuling was squatting down in a panic to pick up the fragments of wine jugs scattered around under his feet, his wide cuffs were swept on the wine beach on the ground by his flustered movements, and soon a large area was wet, but he Is not paying attention.

Seeing that He Shuling was the person outside the house, Fu Tonghua breathed a sigh of relief, and then signaled to the servants guarding the door to help: "General He is injured, so let the servants take care of these trivial matters." .” A big man squatted to pick up these pieces, this action was really womanly.

He Shuling realized something, and quickly stood up, the smile on his face made him look even more embarrassed: "I heard the servant said that the prince is back, so I wanted to come over and have a drink with him. The wine is all spilled, it seems that we can only wait until next time." He just wanted to leave now, otherwise Qin Tinghan's suspicion would definitely be aroused by this flustered appearance.

Fu Tonghua didn't see anything unusual, and nodded at He Shuling, ready to let him go, when Qin Tinghan's voice came from inside the house: "Old Fu, who is outside, please come in!" He was listening to the two of them. He Shu Ling was invited in because of the conversation.

The jug in his hand won't fall sooner or later, but he just heard Shan Ying say that the Song family had something to do when he dropped it. This He Shuling is a man who leads troops to fight all the year round, and he can't even hold a jug firmly , he would not believe it.

It is obvious that Qi Bai was responsible for the case of the Song family, and he and Shu Ling are Qi Bai's people. He was so shocked when he heard about it, he guessed that she must know the secret, so don't ask him to come in and ask, isn't it? What a pity!
He Shuling heard that Qin Tinghan wanted to harass him, so after a while of tidying up, he walked into the room, strutting his head high, thinking to cover up his uneasiness and panic, and saluted Qin Tinghan first: "The last general and Shu Ling are attending the meeting with the prince, The prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

Qin Tinghan lightly hooked his fingers to make him stand up, then pointed to the armchair beside him to let him sit down: "It's so late at night with the general and you haven't fallen asleep yet, did you hear some news that made you unable to close your eyes?" He asked, Her keen eyes are staring at He Shuling closely, trying to get some answers from his face.

"My lord was joking. The last general just feels uncomfortable living in this comfortable house because he has been sleeping outdoors all year round." He explained in a low voice, but he still couldn't hide the worry and heartache in his eyes.

Qin Tinghan's thin and cold lips curled up slightly, even any deliberate ridicule was so charming that people couldn't help themselves. He was playing with the teacup lid in his hand, and it would still roll in that white and generous palm. Only then did he open his voice lightly.

(End of this chapter)