"master."
The man in black respectfully handed the thing in his hand to the person in front of him: "This is a message from Sujiacun. Everything found is here."
Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed slightly and he took it casually.
The fluttering paper flipped a few times.
Zhao Sheng didn't take it seriously at first, but the more he looked at it, the more serious he became. His expression changed again and again, and finally he raised the corners of his mouth coldly.
I see.
The letter said that before Su Yu was picked up, the most suspicious place she went to was the back mountain. The secret guards suspected that the injured King Jin was hidden in the back mountain of Sujia Village. They went to investigate and found that a Blood stains were found in the cave.
Coincidentally, before Su Yu, someone had seen Su Lingyu frequently going to the back mountain alone. Once he brought a lot of food with him, and there was a faint smell of blood on his body when he went down the mountain.
The secret guard felt that this was very important information.
Under the temptation of Yinzi, the man carefully recalled the time when he first saw Su Lingyu going up the mountain, which coincided with the time when they assassinated King Jin.
And the place where they lost traces of King Jin was the next mountain top not far from here.
Who would have thought that people were hiding so close to them.
Su Yu only went to the back mountain once. A few days later, news spread that she had rescued a noble man and was picked up by him.
Zhao Sheng was almost certain of his guess.
It turned out to be like this. No wonder Su Lingyu kept staring at Zhao Ce that day, and there was such a bad fate behind him.
It's so pitiful that after trying so hard to save someone, another woman finally had her beard cut off. Now that woman is enjoying a good life in Prince Jin's Mansion, but she, the real savior, didn't even get a tael of silver in return.
Tsk tsk tsk, should I tell her?
Zhao Sheng decided not to tell her after gloating over the misfortune.
Although the woman Su Lingyu did suit his taste, the fact that she saved Zhao Ce was enough for Zhao Sheng to hold a grudge.
If she hadn't been needed for the operation of Wuweizhai, Zhao Sheng would have wanted to throw that woman into the dungeon and torture her right now to vent his anger.
Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows when he saw another piece of news.
"The father and brother of that woman in Zhao Ce's mansion came to the capital to ask for money from her?"
Maybe you can take advantage of it.
"It's been almost a month since we left?"
It's been a month since I arrived in the capital, why haven't I received any similar news yet?
Zhao Sheng thought for a while and ordered: "Go and check."
"yes."
…
Su Yu didn't know that she had been targeted. She hadn't seen the male protagonist for several days since the study.
However, the task progress bar has been slowly rising.
As of today, it has reached 45%, and the growth has become slower and slower since then.
Still not close.
When she turned around, she saw that the system was holding a piece of Wuweizhai specialty cream cake that was bigger than its face and chewing on it, making its fur covered with cream. Su Yu pushed it to the window sill in disgust.
[Don’t you feel uncomfortable? Your hair is covered with cream. 】
The system licked its nose: [It doesn't matter, someone will wash it anyway. 】
Su Yu was even more disgusted. If she didn't help her with tasks, she would just eat and sleep all day long, and she was almost fat like a pig.
How come such a rubbish system was created?
Looking back at the beginning, although the system was a bit venomous, it was still very active and obedient.
The current system is like a fucked tom cat, getting lazier and lazier, becoming more and more stupid.
Out of sight and out of mind, Su Yu waved her hand and asked her servants to take the system down to take a bath, and then bring it back after it was clean.
Chunmei came back at this time.
"girl."
Chunmei entered the house with something in her hand. In this courtyard, her power was second only to Su Yu, and she could make the maids in the house retreat with just one look.
When they were the only two people left in the room, Chunmei put the things in her hands on the table.
"Girl, look what is this?"
Chunmei unfolded the thing mysteriously, holding it with both hands and shaking it gently, the thing unfolded, and it turned out to be a piece of clothing.
It's not necessarily true when it comes to clothes. After all, no one would wear clothes that are so thin, so transparent, and with so little fabric at this time.
"What is this?" Su Yu touched it, "It's so slippery."
Chunmei said proudly: "Of course, this slave specially asked a tailor shop to customize this. When the girl puts on this dress and lies down on the prince's bed, won't the prince be so fascinated by you that he immediately takes the position of concubine with both hands? "
Under Chunmei's guidance, the little village girl already knew what the kiss that day was about.
It turns out that kind of thing is also called kissing.
But accepting the kiss doesn't mean she can accept the dress.
"Can I really wear this?"
Chunmei laughed at her ignorance and said, "Why can't you wear it? There are so many people wearing it, and they don't wander around on the street. They just wear it on the bed."
Chunmei quietly told Su Yu a secret: "I have served Empress Shu for a period of time before, and once, Empress Shu was favored by wearing this dress."
"The prince was already very old at that time, and his majesty preferred to go to the palace of young concubines than to the empress. But after that time, his majesty came here for several days in a row."
It turns out that I have been interested in sexy and interesting underwear for such a long time.
Su Yu understood in her heart and pretended not to understand: "Why are you wearing this on the bed?"
Chunmei glanced at the silly and innocent village girl in front of her and said that it was understandable. After all, she came from a remote country. She was young and had little experience. No one had taught her this.
The well-informed Chunmei lay in Su Yu's ear and spread knowledge to her.
"Although the prince was impulsive in the study that day, he has been avoiding you for the past few days. It is obvious that he regrets it. We can't just sit back and wait for death. We have to pursue the victory."
At this point, Chunmei's eyes were dark: "You shouldn't have run out of the study at that time."
Don't you like to ask? Why didn't you seize the opportunity and ask, "Can you let me be your concubine?" The prince was so excited that he probably agreed.
Chunmei is so angry.
When will she be able to legitimately dominate the house?
Su Yu pretended not to hear.
No way, their goals are different. She wants to advance the mission, and Chunmei wants her to be a concubine. Although the two are very similar in general direction, the specific operations still need to be distinguished.
Su Yu: "Okay, okay, you've said it so many times, why don't I just listen to you?"
Chunmei was satisfied: "It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. Let's do it tonight. I have asked about it. The prince will stay in the palace later tonight. You wear this clothes and hide in the prince's bed in advance. The prince likes you so much. When the time comes, You must not be able to control it."
Chunmei enjoyed the beauty and warned: "You must seize the opportunity this time and ask the prince if he is willing to give you a position."
Chunmei had no hope of waiting for the prince to take the initiative to give her a position. For such a long time, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the prince was extremely fond of the girl, but he just didn't reveal this intention.
Is it really just because of the life-saving grace?
No kidding, who would suck the savior's tongue?
At this moment, Chunmei suddenly agreed with Su Yu's previous approach. She couldn't be passive, she had to take the initiative, and she had to ask clearly in person.
All in all, a strong mouth is not as good as a strong head. When dealing with the prince, recklessness is the right way.
