Pretty Fox: Misunderstood His Royal Highness

Chapter 82
　After Ye Qiqi left, Yuan Qingluo sat down on a chair.

　Ye Qiqi didn't care about him, even if he promised her the title of side concubine, she still didn't care about him!Why?Could it be that he is so bad in her eyes?
　Yuan Qingluo cannot be without frustration.

After a long time, he raised his head, and there was a big bronze mirror opposite.The him in the mirror was indescribably weird, the blood on his forehead had stopped flowing now, but the blood stains still remained on it, like a yin and yang face.This weird yin and yang face has blue veins on the forehead, the lips and the corners of the mouth are red with anger, the originally handsome and picturesque facial features are now ferociously distorted, burning with a strong murderous aura.

Suddenly, Yuan Qingluo became ruthless, unable to control himself, rushed over, faced the big bronze mirror, and punched it hard.

　There was a loud "thump".

　The bronze mirror was sunken, and fine lines crawled out around it.And the red liquid on Yuan Qingluo's fist dripped down drop by drop, he felt his hand hurt like it was broken, but in his heart, there was a kind of hearty joy.

　"Honghao—"

　Hong Hao walked in, he bowed his head: "Master——"

　Yuan Qingluo regained his composure, and said lightly, "Bring a basin of clean water over here."

　"Yes, master."

　Honghao quickly called Qingshui.He washed the blood off Yuan Qingluo's face, applied medicine to the wounds on his forehead and hands, and wrapped them in white gauze.At this moment, Yuan Qingluo looked like a tragic hero.

　Hong Hao lowered his head, not daring to look at Yuan Qingluo.

　Lest he was not careful, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes——a shrewd, decisive, straightforward, quick, and vicious master, it turned out that there were times when he was at a loss for what to do with a certain woman.

　It seems that Ye Qiqi is really the nemesis in Master's life.

　Hong Hao said cautiously: "Master, Mo Qilin sent someone to bring the news that Zheng Yinan has set off for the capital and will arrive tomorrow. Also, the slave asked someone to investigate the two people who followed us today. They are indeed from Zheng Yinan. They live in Wulipo outside the city, and Weixiu Villa is their den."

　Yuan Qingluo pondered for a while: "Where are those people who play acrobatics?"

　Hong Hao said: "The servant has investigated, and it has nothing to do with Zheng Yinan. It's just that the red coral bat hairpin that Miss Ye rewarded today, Zheng Yinan's people replaced it with two silver hairpins."

　Yuan Qingluo asked: "A man and a woman who blackmailed—"

　Hong Hao said: "They are a couple, a pair of rogues. They make a living by extorting and defrauding compensation in this way. I don't know how many people have been framed. The servant has already ordered them to be dealt with, and the bodies were thrown into the mass grave."

　Yuan Qingluo nodded.

　After pondering for a while, he walked to the desk and began to draw on a piece of paper.After a while, a little girl was drawn.Yuan Qingluo said:
　"You let people take this painting, and hurry to Meilin Villa at the foot of Langya Mountain. If Tang Miaomiao's life experience is a little false, or her appearance is wrong, you must track down the person behind her. In the past few days, let Honggu tell her Strict defense, can not let her every move."

　Hong Hao said: "Yes, master."

　Yuan Qingluo said again: "It will be my [-]th birthday in a few days, and I will do it like I did in previous years. You inform the housekeeper that the post must be delivered on time, and no one should be missed."

　Hong Hao said: "Yes, master."

　In my heart, it's not that I don't admire Yuan Qingluo.

　The fifth day of May is Yuan Qingluo's birthday.The eighth day of May was the three-month deadline for the emperor to recover Yu Linglong.But Yuan Qingluo at this time, judging by his appearance, doesn't take it seriously at all. Not everyone can achieve this kind of demeanor of calmly collapsing in front of Mount Tai without showing his face.

　(un.finished.to be.continued)
(End of this chapter)