Does that person know the existence of "Mr. Xin"?
Xin You picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
He Qingxiao looked at her with worry hidden in his eyes: "I now suspect that Mr. Songling is Mr. Xin."
Xinyou tightened her hand on the tea cup.
That person is smarter than imagined.
"Miss Kou."
Xin You looked at the person who called her softly: "Huh?"
"I guess Mr. Songling is still in the capital today, so I ordered me to dig deep into the ground to find him."
Xin You was silent for a moment and asked, "Then are you sure that Master He can find it?"
"This is what I want to ask Miss Kou. Miss Kou, do you think I can find Mr. Songling? Do you hope I can find him?"
If someone else had said this, Xin You would only feel it was a threat. But the person opposite had a sincere expression and gentle eyes, and she knew he was really asking her what she thought.
He knew that Mr. Songling was Mr. Xin, and Mr. Xin... was her.
"Master He, I have a question. I'm not sure if it's convenient for you to answer it." Xin You did not immediately answer He Qingxiao's words.
"Miss Kou, please tell me."
"Why did I kill Gu Changbo so quickly today? What thoughts could he reveal to Concubine Shu and Prince Qing?"
He Qingxiao shook his head slightly: "The Sacred Heart is unpredictable. I have not revealed my plans for Concubine Shu and Prince Qing today."
"At least now, he has no plans to make public the murder of Aunt Xin by Gu Changbo Mansion, right?"
He Qingxiao looked apologetic: "Maybe it's because I now know about Mr. Xin's existence, and I want to wait until I find Mr. Xin."
There was a sneer on Xin You's lips: "If we find the legitimate prince, maybe we will punish Concubine Shu and her son. If we can't find him, how can we make do with a son as old as King Qing?"
It really doesn’t hurt either way.
He Qingxiao could see Xin You's anger, but did not completely follow her intention and said: "Maybe Miss Kou guessed this, or maybe she was worried that if the news about Mr. Xin was leaked, some people would be detrimental to Mr. Xin. A legitimate prince The existence of it will indeed affect many people.”
"It seems like it would be a good thing for Mr. He to find Mr. Songling earlier." Xin You said calmly.
He Qingxiao looked at her deeply, his eyes as clear as spring water: "If possible, I hope that Mr. Songling will stay away from the land of right and wrong and be free among the mountains and rivers."
Be the wanton boy that the witnesses said he was.
After hearing this, Xin You smiled: "Unfortunately not."
Since that person was only willing to kill one Gu Changbo, she could do it herself.
At this time, He Qingxiao still didn't know what decision Miss Kou had made. He felt a little regretful about the answer, but more understood it.
"No one in the capital knows Mr. Songling's appearance. I can't find him for a while. Will it be difficult for Mr. He today?"
"Won't."
Even if it does, it's not something that Miss Kou should worry about.
"That's good."
Seeing Xin You's calm face, He Qingxiao asked, "What are Miss Kou's plans next?"
Xin You didn't want to involve He Qingxiao and said with a faint smile: "Let's just wait and see what happens. Take a look at Gu Changbo's funeral and see what happens if Mr. Songling can't be found."
Hearing Xin You say to wait and see what happens, He Qingxiao relaxed a little, took out a scroll from his sleeve and unfolded it.
Xin You's eyes widened slightly when she saw the young man in the painting.
That was "Mr. Xin" after her disguise.
"I asked the painter to draw it based on the descriptions of several witnesses."
Xin You looked at it a few more times: "It really looks like it. The artist is very skilled in painting."
He Qingxiao put away the painting and reminded tactfully: "Everyone here at Jinlin Guard who was ordered to find Mr. Song Ling has seen this portrait."
"I understand, thank you Mr. He for reminding me."
"Then I'll take my leave first." He Qingxiao's eyes lingered on the girl's clear face, silently swallowing her words of comfort, and said, "If Miss Kou needs any help, you can come to me."
Xin You stood up and knelt down to him: "Thank you, Mr. He, there's nothing wrong for now."
Since she couldn't count on that person, she would do it herself. The road ahead is a dead end, so there is no need to involve irrelevant people.
Xin You personally sent He Qingxiao out of the bookstore.
The spring is bright, and the man in red clothes has beautiful features.
Master He is so handsome.
Xin You looked at him deeply, smiled and waved her hand.
He Qingxiao nodded in response and rode away.
Seeing that Xin You didn't move for a long time, Xiao Lian called out: "Miss?"
"Xiaolian, come with me for a walk."
The streets are covered with green grass, weeping willows form waterfalls, and flower-selling girls are walking through the streets and selling sweetly.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xinyou stopped and looked at a mansion in the distance.
At this time, the gates of Guchangbo Mansion were open and all white, with people coming in and out from time to time. Several people came on horseback and stopped in front of the door. The leader was King Qing.
Xinyou held on to the locust tree with deep roots and lush leaves, and watched Prince Qing enter the Guchangbo Mansion.
The sound of crying could be heard faintly.
Xinyou stood silently for a while and said to Xiaolian on the way back: "Let's go to Qianying Mountain tomorrow."
After Kou Qingqing is laid to rest, she can concentrate on doing her own thing.
After the news of Gu Changbo's death spread among officials and nobles, people quietly inquired but could not find out anything, and they were embarrassed for a while.
Should I go to express my condolences?
Not going to express condolences would be tantamount to offending King Qing. Go to express condolences. There is obviously another reason for Gu Changbo's death. What if the emperor is dissatisfied?
This Guchang Bo would still pose problems to people even after he died.
So some people who were close to him anxiously came to express condolences, and those who were not far away sent the housekeeper over. But if a person of Gu Changbo's status were to have a normal funeral when he passed away, it would be too shabby.
The officials could not think too much about the mood of the people in Guchangbo's mansion. They soon discovered that Jinlin Guards were everywhere on the street, seemingly looking for something.
This made everyone more and more worried, and some people who had a good relationship with the commander of Jinlin Guard tried to inquire.
The commander of Jinlin Guards, whose surname was Feng, was a middle-aged man in his forties. Hearing this, he sighed: "The Marquis is in charge of these things, and I, the commander, can't get involved."
Ask Changle Hou He Qingxiao?
If nothing happens, if it reaches the ears of the emperor, he may be the next Gu Changbo.
Xin You ignored the undercurrent that Gu Chang Bo's death set off among the officials and nobles, and took Xiao Lian with him early the next morning and drove to Qianying Mountain.
Just like that time, they went to the small village first to visit the old couple who had saved Xin You.
"Young lady is a noble person. It's so embarrassing to come to see us two old guys all the time."
The old woman also said: "Yes, during the Chinese New Year, girls always ask people to bring rice, noodles, meat and eggs. We really don't know what kind of luck we have -"
Xin You held the old woman's hand: "Grandma Wang, don't say that. It's my luck to meet you."
After chatting affectionately for a while and leaving the supplies they brought, the old couple took Xin You to the entrance of the village.
The carriage entered the official road, turned a corner soon, and went straight to Qianying Mountain.
The emperor has the emperor's concerns, and Yuzu has the stubbornness of Yuzu. Neither of them are perfect people. In addition, the emperor in this book is the founder of the country. He has enough prestige and control, so he can kill his old ministers neatly. Naturally, it would not be written in this way if he is replaced by someone who is not secure in the throne. It is partly based on Zhu Yuanzhang. . I tried my best to write in line with the logic of the setting, but my writing skills and knowledge are definitely lacking, I'm sorry.
(End of chapter)
