The Right Chief of the Secretariat was cut off from the street in the rainy night, and his entourage was not spared, which caused an uproar. When was the capital so chaotic? Are all the runners of the government dead?

After nightfall, every family closed their doors and didn't dare to go out. Everyone was in danger, for fear of being blinded by accident. Even the streets and alleys of Hualien are much deserted. Don't think that a playboy is greedy for flowers and lust, and you are not afraid of death. Who would be a romantic person?

The emperor was furious and issued an order for the whole city to conduct a thorough investigation of martial law.

"Heart." Zhang Weide was worried, why did he have another major case? Can't he calm down for a few more years? Even though he was lying in his heart, the case still needs to be investigated.

Is it a revenge, love kill, or what kind of kill?

Many people who pay attention to this issue do not pay attention to the position of the Right Chief of the Secretariat. The Right Chief of the Secretariat has a respectable status and is in charge of the three ministries of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Criminals and Works. Theoretically, the six ministries of the Secretariat have all had the opportunity to be promoted, but the Secretariat of the Ministry of Personnel, Criminals, War, and Works have not served for a few years, so there is basically no possibility.

The Ministry of Revenue and the Minister of Rites are in their positions. After staying for five or six years, their political achievements are also of excellent performance. You can move them, of course, it depends on the meaning of the emperor.

Yan Huo, who was idle, was also a little curious about this, so he asked Fu Zhixing, "I heard that the gambling house in the city opened a market quotation for this. Who do you think has the greatest chance?"

"Do you want to go and have a bet?" Fu Zhixing asked with a smile.

"It's good to make some money to buy flowers by betting, but I'm idle anyway." Yan Huo joked.

"What should I buy the money I earned?" Fu Zhixing asked intriguingly.

Yan Huo glanced at him coquettishly, "The bird is still flying in the sky, and I wonder if it will be stewed or fried."

"There is no benefit, so I won't tell you." Fu Zhixing put a silver stamp on it and ate it with an apple.

"Don't eat my apples." Yan Huo covered the plate with his hands.

Fu Zhixing snatched the plate over, put it on the kang table, reached out and hugged the person in his arms, "If I don't let me eat apples, I'll eat you."

"It's broad daylight, don't make a fuss, the children will come soon." Yan Huo lowered his head and pressed his chest, refusing to submit.

"The children are tactful and will not disturb us." Fu Zhixing picked up Yan Huo and went inside.

Yan Hu struggled for a while, and half-superated as his wish. With this disturbance, Yan Hu threw the matter of choosing the right chief of the Secretariat to the back.

The next day, Yan Huo was having breakfast slowly when the maid came in and reported: "Mrs. Chen from Shaoqing of Taichang Temple asked for a meeting."

Yan Huo was stunned for a moment. He didn't remember any contact with this family. Why did she suddenly visit? Well, she would not go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. Yan Huo quickly finished drinking milk porridge, changed his clothes, and went to the front to meet the guests.

Mrs. Chen sat in the hall drinking tea while looking at the decorations in the room, and her eyes were full of envy. My niece has been in the mansion for more than half a year, and I wonder if she has a baby in her belly? Although Prince An Guo’s wife gave birth to three sons and one daughter, who would have too many sons here?

Yan Huoke didn't know that Mrs. Chen's divergent thinking was so strong. She walked in and saw a strange middle-aged woman, and smiled and said, "Mrs. Chen, right?"

"I've seen the prince's wife." Mrs. Chen put down the teacup and stood up to salute.

"Mrs. Chen doesn't have to be too polite, please sit down." Yan Huo walked to the main seat and sat down.

The maid took the tea and retreated.

After saying a few flattering words, Mrs. Chen asked, "I wonder if my niece has caused trouble for the prince's wife?"

Yan Huo was confused, "Who is your niece?"

"Jiaomei, Yu Jiaomei." Mrs. Chen smiled, "I have not seen each other for some years. I don't know if my wife is inconvenient, so let her come out to see me?"

Hearing Yu Jiaomei's name, Yan Huo said coldly: "Mrs. Chen, who told you that Yu Jiaomei was in Duke Anguo's Mansion? In Lego City, I did not bring them to Beijing."

"Madam didn't take it. Isn't this my niece? After a few days, I hired a car to the capital and fled over." Mrs. Chen smiled.

"Have Mrs. Chen been talking?" Yan Hu said bluntly. No relatives or reasons. Even if Jiaomei really comes to join her, why should Yan Hu take her in?

Mrs. Chen choked, and Yan's words were so ugly, but then she thought about it, that official family could like the concubine who came to her door? "Madam, my niece is not in the palace, so where is it now?"

Yan Huo said angrily: "After meeting her in Lego City, I have never seen her again. How do I know where she is? Mrs. Chen wants to find someone and go there and don't want to frame Duke Anguo's Mansion."

"Madam, I'm sorry, I'm also panicked. A living person came from Lego City and then disappeared." Mrs. Chen said with a hurricane look on his face.

"Report to the official." Yan Huo suggested calmly.

Mrs. Chen is now basically sure that Yu Jiaomei's niece did not enter the Duke Anguo Mansion, and she felt a little disappointed, and she thought she could really get to the Duke Anguo Mansion.

After successfully sending Mrs. Chen away, Yan Hu remembered the trafficking incidents on trains in his previous life, and felt that Yu Jiaomei had probably had something to do on the road. But it didn't matter to him, and Yan Hu didn't care much.

Mrs. Chen returned home, not long after, Lord Chen came back, "How can you see the beauty?" His tone was filled with expectation. Although he secretly defected to King Lu, it would be good if he could take the side of the prince.

"What are you seeing? People didn't even enter the Duke Anguo Mansion." Mrs. Chen glanced at him.

"Where did that beautiful woman go?" asked Lord Chen.

Mrs. Chen said angrily: "Who knows where she is going? Maybe she sees good things on the road and doesn't necessarily have to run away with someone."

"How many people can compare with Fu Wujiu's appearance and family background? She has seen Fu Wujiu, but she can still like others." Even though her position is different, Lord Chen had to admit that Fu Zhixing was very outstanding.

"Okay, even if Jiaomei comes to Beijing, she may not have entered the Duke Anguo Mansion. Prince Anguo is a famous jealous woman in Beijing. Will she let Jiaomei enter? I didn't expect that I would have gone for nothing." Mrs. Chen said angrily.

Lord Chen sat aside and pondered for a long time, "Jiaomei was afraid she was killed by Prince Anguo's wife."

"No, no." Mrs. Chen stuttered a little because she had also worn down Lord Chen's two rooms to death.

"It is very likely that the Yan family is not a kind person. There was a young widow sewing a sleeve for Prince Fu. In a few days, the young widow was gone." Mr. Chen stroked his beard and said with a deep look.

"Master, this is just your speculation. There is no evidence. It is better not to provoke Duke An Guo Mansion casually." Mrs. Chen was unwilling to offend Duke An Guo Mansion rashly for the sake of a niece she had never met.

"I know what I know." Lord Chen raised his foot and walked out.

"Master, where are you going?" asked Mrs. Chen.
Chapter completed!