Deyou Street, Nanluo Lane, Songzhai
"Come on, come on, my parents have just come back, hurry up and eat it while it's hot!"
After Song Siyuan returned, she worked for a long time and finally made enough soup in the evening. The Song family gathered in the main hall of the front yard and became lively.
Song Siyuan looked at the missing person and teased casually:
"It's pretty good today. Normally Song Siwei doesn't come back."
Before he finished speaking, a quiet voice immediately sounded:
"No matter how big or small, you can call Song Siwei by that name!"
After finishing speaking, Song Siwei led Song Qingyang into the main hall. Although he was asking questions, there was no anger on his face.
Song Siyuan picked up a dish, shook it left and right and said:
"Yes, yes, yes, Chief Inspector Song is showing off his power as an official at home."
"Okay, we don't talk about official positions at home, so you can take your seats."
Song Zhencheng nodded, and the servant moved another stool to make room for the two of them.
"Siwei, have you finished investigating the martial artist who beat people?"
Foreign Minister Song looked at Song Siwei while picking up the food. Even at this point, he still understood the most basic human ways. The implication of his words was to just send the person back.
Song Siwei chewed the rice slowly and nodded:
"I asked the security guards to send her back early in the afternoon. Judging from the attitude of the old county prince, he didn't know anything about Miss Jin."
Gu Shunyi took a sip of the soup, picked up the hand roll and wiped the corners of her mouth, and said slowly:
"Then this is a ghost. She usually doesn't bother to go to the market. Even the Forbidden Palace guy didn't show any interest in the new play. Why did she get into such trouble with the teahouse by going over her shoulder? If it wasn't the teahouse that offended her, someone was probably there. Hold the fire behind you."
After saying that, she paused and turned to Song Siwei:
"Boss, go find out who she is in contact with behind the scenes. Such a little girl cannot be corrupted by others and deliberately stir up old and new conflicts. How bad this person is."
"knew."
After Mrs. Song finished speaking, Song Siyuan and Yue Guanchao unconsciously shrank their necks. Although Mrs. Song did not name them, there was already a sense of blame in her words, because if they had not published any new information, the tea house would not have suffered this disaster at all.
They ate this meal uneasily, and as soon as the banquet was cleared, Song Siyuan immediately took them away as if they were fleeing.
At night, hold candles and light lamps
Song Qingyang was walking slowly in front of the gate of Song Mansion. When he saw a dark shadow flashing into the alley, he immediately went to meet it.
"But Zhu Yunyou, Zhu Wuye?"
As soon as the black cloak was lifted, Zhu Yunyou's indifferent face was revealed from the cloak.
"Let's go, they're waiting for you."
Without the permission of the Song family, it is impossible for anyone to escape into the Song residence.
Master Zhu followed Song Qingyang as he trotted all the way to the glass greenhouse in the back garden. It was full of precious flowers and plants raised in Song Town. The vines and shrubs covered the sky and the sun, so it was a good place to hide.
At this time, Song Siyuan and the Yue brothers were all there, plus Song Qingyang and Zhu Yunyou, which just filled the sandalwood table in the flower room. They looked at each other, their eyes flashing in the dim light!
"Master Zhu, have you caught wind of the news I asked you to check?"
On the way to the teahouse, Yue Guanchao knew that it was not easy to cause trouble in the teahouse. He had already asked Master Zhu's people to pay attention to the golden jade flag coming out of the teahouse. Now that Zhu Yunyou was here, he would definitely ask for details.
Zhu Yunyou's eyes were strangely bright, and he nodded to everyone and took out a painting:
"Young friend Yue, after Jin Yuqi's incident, someone did come to Shunjun Prince's Mansion. I heard from the brothers of the Beggar Clan that this man's name is Tang Gelin, and he is a figure in Fengtian Fengyuechang. Do you recognize him?"
Yue Guanchao took the drawing paper and browsed it carefully. The moment he saw the tracing, he seemed to see the Tang Dynasty in the past.
I wonder... maybe Tang Dianrong still has his son outside, which also means that Tang Dianrong still has family members in Fengtian!
Yue Guanchao thought carefully about the destruction of the Wu Coffin Town information, which was probably done deliberately by Tang Dianrong's family.
Song Siyuan saw something strange in his eyes, so she took the tracing and looked at it, her eyes becoming more and more curious:
"There is such a person in Fengtian Fengyuechang. If our guess is correct, Tang Gelin should be Tang Dianrong's posthumous son. He is probably behind the scenes to encourage Jin Yuqi to cause trouble, but this method is too stupid."
"Yes, if Tang Gelin just wants to disgust the teahouse, then his goal has been achieved, but if he really wants to take revenge on you, isn't this level of playing house a bit too childish!"
Song Qingyang's words made everyone nod in agreement. Yue Guanchao thought that there might be a more far-sighted strategist behind Tang Dianrong making suggestions.
This drama in the teahouse is probably just the beginning.
Song Siyuan took a long breath and looked at everyone:
"Although it's a bit disgusting, we still gained something. At least we found the mastermind behind Tang Dianrong's news. As long as we know these people, we will not be so passive. We will take the initiative to investigate and take strict precautions. In any case, it is enough to protect ourselves. These days are called public security The officers should patrol the teahouse diligently, and the Song residence should also be patrolled more frequently."
"I'm already doing these things."
Song Qingyang's words gave them a piece of reassurance. It depends on how those fools in the dark will act in the future!
