The Zhan family stood in the yard with lingering fear.
Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun expressed their gratitude to the Cheng Sanji brothers.
Cheng San waved his hand proudly, his handsome face hidden in the darkness.
"Miss Yue, don't say those polite words. This is what subordinates should do. The night is getting dark. Everyone, please go and rest."
Having said that, Zhan Qingyue didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and sent his family to sleep.
She and Han Yiyun were sitting in the study, their faces drawn long by Rudou's lamp.
"Brother Han, who do you think wants to harm us?"
Han Yiyun frowned, pursed his thin lips tightly, and shook his head after a moment.
"I can't tell, the Xizuo incident has caused quite a stir. Almost the entire capital knows that we caught Xizuo and rewarded him with a house."
He tilted his head slightly and thought: "But there are a few people who are very suspicious!"
"Prince Jing!"
"The Xue family of Rongguo Mansion!"
The two of them named the person they guessed at the same time and smiled at each other in tacit agreement.
Han Yiyun held Zhan Qingyue's hand: "These are the only two families that have had problems with us in the past. They are one of the top figures in the capital. We should be more careful in the future in the capital."
Zhan Qingyue nodded solemnly.
Not long after, King Cheng received the news that the Zhan family was assassinated on the night they stayed at the haunted house.
The next day he will arrive with a stack of house deeds.
"Sister Qingyue, I heard that things are not going well in your capital. As a brother, I can't help you with anything else. I can still help you with the investigation."
King Cheng took the initiative to investigate the person behind the assassination and took it upon himself to investigate.
After a moment of concern, Old God Cheng Wang took out a stack of house deeds and placed them in front of Zhan Qingyue.
He raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Sister Qingyue, these are some shops and villages I have saved in the capital over the years. You can use them to run them."
Zhan Qingyue looked at the stack of house and land deeds in disbelief, feeling as heavy as a mountain.
"Your Highness, this...this..."
The corners of her mouth trembled, not knowing what to say, and her eyes widened in surprise.
King Cheng pursed his lips and smiled: "My sister is making so much money. It won't be long before she can earn three or four times this amount again. These are all my investments. Brother, I will follow you to get rich."
The smile on Zhan Qingyue's face was almost overflowing, with little stars in her eyes, she preciously put away the stack of house deeds and land deeds.
At this time, if you refuse Cheng Wang's kindness, it will make him suspicious, so just accept it neatly, so that neither party will be in trouble.
"Your Highness is really a timely help. I was worried that I couldn't buy a shop anywhere. You just sent it to me. Don't worry, it won't take long. I will pay you back three or four times."
Zhan Qingyue's eyebrows are curved, her smile is invisible, and her face is full of confidence.
"Then I'll be waiting. If you take advantage of Qingyue, even if you just sell some cabbage, it will still be a hundred times better than others."
After seeing Cheng Wang off, Zhan Qingyue carefully put the house deed and land deed in the box, and the smile on her face never faded.
"Brother Han, King Cheng is such a good man."
Zhan Qingyue said what she said, knowing in her heart that it was all driven by interests.
"Brother Han, let's go out for a walk and inspect the market. I'll take you around the capital. The capital is quite big and there are many rich people."
Han Yiyun looked at her childish look, his gentle and caring eyes filled her whole body, making him unable to find a reason to refuse.
"OK."
The two packed up their things, left the new house, and wandered around the capital.
Han Yiyun has been following Zhan Qingyue. He has carefully considered every word she said and everything she did. He only feels that there is no leakage, and inexplicably appreciates Zhan Qingyue a little more in his heart.
The two of them walked around and arrived at the gathering building.
I saw a tall sign hanging at the door, with the four characters "Meeting Friends with Poems" written in vigorous regular script.
Several richly dressed noble ladies walked inside, surrounded by servants and maids.
"Hui Cui Building, Yinghua Gathering, is a good name. Brother Han, let's go in and have a look. With your literary talents, you will definitely make many good friends there."
Han Yiyun smiled. There were many talented people in a place like this, but there were also many people who were troublemakers, including powerful officials.
They had just arrived in the capital, so they really shouldn't be too ostentatious.
"Yueyue, why don't we forget it and let's go somewhere else."
Hearing this, Zhan Qingyue frowned slightly: "Brother Han, wouldn't it be better for us to use the rich people inside to make the reputation of the store we are about to open better? Are you afraid of those poems?"
"Of course not..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Qingyue happily dragged him into the gathering building.
"Then it's over. Let's go in and take a look. We won't cause trouble."
Entering the Huihui Building, Qingyue's eyes can hardly be seen anymore. She is so rich and charming.
"Brother Han, look, it's quite simple to write a poem with the theme of spring. Please write one."
Zhan Qingyue took the paper and pen presented by the boy and handed it to Han Yiyun.
Han Yiyun squinted his eyes slightly and thought for a while, then picked up his pen and wrote two poems.
"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle…"
"I have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so I want to give you a branch of spring..."
"What a poem, what a poem!"
People who came and went read Han Yiyun's poems and praised him unconsciously.
For a time, it attracted the attention of many people and looked over here.
But Han Yiyun was still writing eloquently, and the poems he wrote were all breathtaking.
"This is a talented man from some valley. It makes people happy when they see it."
Princess Huihe's words made the noble ladies surrounding her look at Han Yiyun.
Ruihe, who had been silent all this time, curled his lips, raised his hand to summon a maid, lowered his head and whispered a few words.
After she finished explaining the matter, she smiled and talked to Princess Huihe about Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun.
After a while, a young man next to Zhan Qingyue was heard deliberately shouting loudly: "Hey, isn't this the Lord of Zhan County who was born in the mud-legged family? What kind of wind brought you here? Can you read these poems? Do you understand?"
Zhan Qingyue looked at the man expressionlessly. Han Yiyun on the side threw down his pen and stood in front of Zhan Qingyue, glaring at the young master coldly.
"Sir, have all your books been read into the dog's belly? How can you be such a sage when you speak so carelessly?"
Huihe, who was upstairs, said disdainfully, "Master, you are right. I heard that Lord Zhan County is very talented in literature. The snow has not yet melted. How about we compare poems with snow as the theme?"
As she said this, regardless of whether Zhan Qingyue agreed or not, she wrote a poem first, causing an uproar.
Zhan Qingyue had a cold face, while Han Yiyun on the side was nervous: "Yueyue..."
Zhan Qingyue pursed her lips and smiled, then raised her hand to write a beautiful little poem.
All kinds of horrified sounds suddenly erupted from the crowd.
