This is what Xie Yuanniang thought. It is really not good for a porridge that can ruin a pot of porridge in the clan to have such misconduct in the clan.

"If you lose it, you will lose it. If you like it, I will...I will ask my master to write another one." Xie Yuanniang was intimidated and almost said it smoothly.

Brother Ming's eyes lit up again, "Is this OK? Will this be unhappy for Mr. Lan Jin?"

"How could that happen?" Xie Yuanniang leaned over to rub his head, but he avoided it.

Brother Ming stood up, "It's getting late, I'm going back too, and my second sister also rested earlier."

Xie Yuanniang stood up and gave him, "Brother Ming, what's the matter to tell her sister? Although her sister has been a little erratic, the two of them always resisted one person, right?"

After she got married in her previous life, her father took Brother Ming to see her and carried Brother Ming on her back. Her father said that Brother Ming was not happy in the clan school. Xie Yuanniang didn’t know whether it was because of her or because of her or that Brother Ming had been bullied.

Brother Ming smiled and nodded, so obedient that people couldn't help but want to pinch her face.

After seeing off Brother Ming, Xie Yuanniang went back to the house and asked Ling Mei to prepare her pen and ink. Soon she wrote another word, but it was still the same sentence, "I suspect that the wintersweet flowers bloomed, and it has been known that the rice scented next year."

Before going to bed, Xie Yuanniang also told Ling Mei that she would rush Brother Ming to go to the clan to study tomorrow morning before sending her words.

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Gu Mansion Zhusheng Residence.

Gu Yuan looked at the words in his hand and asked after a long time, "Did you pick them up on the road?"

Jiang Yi's face was strong, "It was in the street of Dagongfang that he originally thought it was an ordinary calligraphy and painting, and after opening it, his subordinates were also shocked."

This is the words written by the master, and it is the same as the poem written in the study.

This is no trivial matter.

Does this mean that someone has entered the study?

Jiang Yi did not dare to be good, so he rushed back to the mansion to report immediately.

Gu Yuan put down the words and tapped his fingers on the table, "It seems to be the same as in my study, but it is different. Take a closer look."

Jiang Yi was slightly stunned. He stepped forward a few steps and watched for a while but couldn't see the difference. Gu Yuan rubbed his forehead, "If you read more books on weekdays, you won't be able to see such a big difference."

The slender fingers had already pointed to the words, "I wrote Liu style. This character is Yan style, and it was written by a woman."

"Is it the second girl?" Jiang Yi said when he heard it was a woman.

Gu Yuan glanced at the words again without making a sound.

Jiang Yi couldn't understand what his master was thinking, "What do you think about this?"

"Go down." Gu Yuan did not say much, and Jiang Yi did not dare to ask again. He stepped back and looked at the character, hesitating whether to take it away. He saw that the master had put away the character and then retracted his gaze.

In the study, Gu Yuan opened the sub-word again and stared at the characters on it.

This is Wu Qian's poem.

Gu Yuan liked Wu Qian's poems when he was young, and because he liked Wu Qian's temperament, his lyrics and his passion and sadness, he revealed his personal ideals but was depressed. Just like him, he had to bear the prestige of his family and bound himself to this small world.

The slender and fair hand gently slid onto the side of the characters, and a faint smile came from the corner of his lips. The little girl, a woman in the boudoir, looked not big, and she had such a mind, which gave him another accident.

After Jiang Yi withdrew, a secret guard came to look for him and whispered a few times. Jiang Yi's face darkened and he followed the secret guard out.

Soon, the two of them appeared in the dark prison of Gu's mansion. The man dressed as a servant was tied to the ground and his eyes were also covered.

"This person has been checking the person behind Yang De's back." The secret guard whispered.

Jiang Yi had no expression on his face, turned around and came out with the secret guard, and then explained, "Didn't the person see who caught him in? Where did he go?"

The secret guard shook his head.

"I beat you up and threw you to the gate of the Prince's Mansion." Jiang Yi said lightly, "The Prince's Mansion bullies others with his power and warns others not to be the substitute of the little lord's team. I really think it's seamless and no one dares to take care of it? Jinling City is not the support of the Prince's Mansion to cover the sky."

The secret guard ordered to retreat.

Jiang Yi then went back to reply.

Early the next morning, the atmosphere in the Prince's Mansion was strong.

The Shouchun Prince looked at his son standing with his head down coldly. It had been nearly an hour since Song Huairong was called to the study by his father. The Shouchun Prince had never spoken, and Song Huairong did not dare to speak.

"Do you remember what I said before?" Prince Shouchun put down the pen in his hand and looked at his son standing below while wiping his hands.

"My son knows his mistake." Song Huairong was willing to admit his mistake.

He just wanted to find out who was behind the Xie Mansion and targeted the Yang Mansion, but he didn't expect that the other party actually tied up the person and sent it outside the mansion. He knew that the other party was not easy to mess with.

The Prince's Mansion has been in charge for many years and has never made any mistakes. First, someone arrested Song Ji and handed over the person after something happened to Zongren's Mansion. This is what happened today, and it has made people pay attention to the Prince's Mansion.

"Go back and get twenty military sticks, be in a state of custody for half a month, and go to the camp outside the country to exercise after that." Prince Shouchun waved his hand, and his tone could not hide his disappointment.

The disappointed tone deeply hurt Song Huairong's self-esteem.

He has been making himself excellent and letting his father see his efforts, but he always disappointed his father. Sometimes he even wondered, if he was not the only descendant of the Prince's Mansion, wouldn't this prince be him?

The chaos that happened after Qingming Festival finally calmed down.

On the Xie Mansion, Madam Kong returned to Jiangning County after breakfast. Madam Xie Yuanniang also asked Madam Kong to take the three letters she wrote back. In fact, she wanted to go to the Kong family with Madam Kong, but she was just a niece after all, and the important thing in front of her was to find a good marriage for herself, and now she couldn't get rid of herself.

Xie Wenhui came out to give it to someone together. When she saw Xie Yuanniang's letter, she realized that she didn't expect this, but it was too late, and Madam Kong had already gotten on the carriage and left.

The carriage gradually moved away, and the sisters walked into the mansion. Xie Wenhui couldn't help but say sourly, "No wonder my grandmother loved her sister, but it was really not in vain. I forgot about writing the letter."

"I've already asked my sister for a while." Xie Yuanniang was too lazy to tell her about these useless things. While walking inside, she was thinking about the account books. The Su Mansion had not been moved these two days, which made people feel uneasy.

As a result, something big happened in Jinling City that day, and it completely removed everyone's eyes from Yang's mansion.

Su Chen, the Minister of War, was assassinated and died in an alley on Xiaya Road.

And a major event the next day alarmed the entire Jinling City.

After Mr. Su died, he did not investigate the real murderer, but the Su family was sealed off and all the female family members were arrested.
Chapter completed!