Chapter 211 Using yourself as bait

Style: Girl Author: willow leaves in winterWords: 2185Update Time: 24/01/18 13:29:45
The shadow of Jin Linwei can be seen everywhere on the street, and it happened to be like this after Gu Changbo's accident. This caused hundreds of officials to have many speculations about Gu Changbo's death.

The street where Guchangbo Mansion is located is all white, with the sounds of mourning and music.

Mrs. Gu Changbo suppressed her grief and panic and arranged the funeral. Dai Ze, who was known as the most dandy in the capital, also seemed much more sensible.

Until he heard that Miss Kou from Qingsong Bookstore sent someone to bring a memorial gift.

"Miss Kou——" Dai Ze murmured and suddenly jumped up, "Mother, I have something to go out for!"

Mrs. Guchangbo asked in a hoarse voice: "Where are you going?"

"It's urgent, I'll be back soon!"

Dai Ze was still wearing mourning clothes, but he ran out regardless.

The steward chased after him to remind him, so Dai Ze took off his filial piety clothes and hat and rode away.

At this time, there were also some people who came to express their condolences. Seeing this scene, they looked at each other with one meaning in their eyes: With such a dandy, the Guchang Bo Mansion will be ruined.

But this is just a sigh of relief for Prince Guchangbo's profligacy. Guchangbo's mansion is not easy to fall. After all, there is still Prince Qing.

Dai Ze didn't think so much. He only knew that his father died inexplicably, and that Miss Kou was a capable expert who might be able to solve his doubts. .net

He galloped on horseback and rushed to Qingsong Bookstore.

It was still early in the morning, not long after the bookstore opened. Shitou walked out with a broom, and almost bumped into Dai Ze who ran in.

"Where's Miss Kou?" Dai Ze asked, grabbing Shi Shi's lapel.

Shitou was confused: "Master Dai?"

Liu Zhou heard the noise and rushed over: "Master Dai, are you looking for our boss? Shitou, go and call our boss."

Dai Ze let go of his hand, and the stone was free and ran away quickly.

Shopkeeper Hu also came around and said, "Master Dai, please sit down quickly."

Originally, they had seen many young men from wealthy families, so they wouldn't be so cautious. But Mr. Dai just lost his biological father, what if he goes crazy?

Fortunately, Xin You came over not long after.

"Master Dai——"

Dai Ze rushed over and grabbed Xin You's wrist: "Miss Kou, I have something to ask you!"

Xin You's eyes fell on the young man's hand holding her wrist, and she was not annoyed: "Then let's go to the guest room and talk."

In the reception room, the apricot blossoms in the big-bellied blue vase were replaced by mountain cherry blossoms, and the feeling of spring was everywhere.

Xin You spoke first: "I've heard about the affairs of your house. My condolences, Mr. Dai."

Dai Ze couldn't listen to such polite words at all. He stared at Xin You and asked, "Miss Kou, don't you know how to read faces? Can you tell why my father was killed?"

He had been in a state of confusion these past few days, as if he was in a dream, and did not believe that his father was dead.

How could it be possible? His father had scolded him before entering the palace, just like he had done many times in the past.

But this time, it was his father's body that came back.

Xin You looked at Dai Ze carefully, with a strange look on his face, but shook his head: "The affairs of the Tian family are not something that a little commoner like me can arbitrarily discuss."

Dai Ze noticed something strange about the girl opposite him and became excited: "Miss Kou, did you see something? You must have seen it! Just tell me, and I promise not to talk nonsense!"

In front of Xin You, the young man shed tears.

Xinyou hesitated.

"Miss Kou, let me beg you!" Dai Ze's eyes were red, and he had a crazy energy that would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Xin You looked shaken, and finally spoke: "From Mr. Dai's face, I can only tell that something happened to your ancestor--"

"What does it have to do with?" Dai Ze asked nervously.

Xin You looked troubled: "I told you, Mr. Dai probably won't believe it."

"That's what you say!"

"It has something to do with His Highness Prince Qing."

Dai Ze's first reaction was that it was impossible: "How could my cousin harm my father!"

Xin You's tone was calm: "It's not that His Royal Highness Prince Qing harmed Xian Ling, it's just that it was related to him."

"What's that for?" Dai Ze relaxed.

gas.

He couldn't accept the possibility that his cousin killed his father.

Xin You shook his head slightly: "I can tell this because Mr. Dai and Mr. Ling are close blood relatives. As for why it is related to His Highness Prince Qing, you can't tell it from your face."

"I can't tell—" Dai Ze's eyes suddenly lit up, "What if I read my cousin's face? Will I tell?"

"This -" Xin You frowned, "I don't know. Besides, His Highness Prince Qing won't believe this..."

Dai Ze left, just as hastily as he came.

Xin You stood outside Qingsong Bookstore, expressionless as she watched the young man galloping away from sight.

The bait has been cast, will it attract that fish?

Xin You is quite confident about this.

The death of Gu Changbo had a great impact on Queen Qing's mother and son. If Prince Qing didn't know about it, he would be no less eager to know the truth than Dai Ze. If he knew it, how could he be indifferent to her who said this.

Dai Ze went straight to Prince Qing's Mansion.

Gu Changbo was King Qing's uncle. No matter what taboo he committed against Emperor Xingyuan, King Qing could not stay out of the matter, otherwise it would make people talk too coldly. In the past few days, King Qing always went to Guchangbo Mansion in the morning and returned to the palace near dark.

At this time, Prince Qing was about to go out. When he saw Dai Ze, he was shocked: "Cousin, why are you here?"

"Cousin, I have something to tell you." Dai Ze glanced at the people following Prince Qing with a solemn expression.

Prince Qing waved his hand to the waiter to step back: "What does my cousin want to say?"

"Do you know why something happened to my father?"

Prince Qing's expression froze, and his tone was warning: "I don't know. Cousin, I don't care what you do normally, but don't act nonsense at this time."

He was already frightened by his uncle's sudden murder and couldn't sleep at night. If his cousin caused any trouble again, he would suffer miserably.

"Miss Kou may know." Dai Ze lowered his voice.

"Who?" Prince Qing asked, veins popping out on his forehead.

"Miss Kou."

Prince Qing stared at Dai Ze closely: "Cousin, this is not the time to joke."

"I didn't! Cousin, haven't you heard that Miss Kou knows how to read faces? When there was an earthquake in the Beiloufang area, so many people survived because Miss Kou saw that a prisoner of the Imperial Academy was in a bloody disaster, and that prisoner lived there. In Beiloufang..."

After hearing what Dai Ze said, Prince Qing thought it was ridiculous: "Do you believe this kind of bizarre rumor?"

"Of course it's not just this. Cousin knows about Zhang Xu, right? He gets beaten every month because he falls first in the exam. Years ago, he went to see Miss Kou for a fortune teller. Ms. Kou said he wouldn't get beaten in the monthly exam this time. Guess what happened? Zhang? The chief assistant was too busy to go home because of the disaster in Dingbei, so he really escaped..."

Prince Qing still didn't believe it, but what Dai Ze said didn't sound like fabrication, so he asked, "Even if Miss Kou really has this ability, my cousin just came to see her, so why did he come to the palace?"

Dai Ze paused, with a heavy expression on his face: "After searching, Miss Kou found out that my father's accident was related to my cousin..."

Prince Qing's eyes tightened and his voice was as cold as ice: "How does this have anything to do with me?"

Dai Ze didn't see the murderous intent in Prince Qing's eyes and thought to himself: "She can't see much from my face. If my cousin lets her take a look -"

"shut up!"

King Qing shouted, and Dai Ze was stunned.