Chapter 688: Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 48

"I'm not angry because of Si Wanyi, but because of your attitude towards Si Wanyi."

Quan Jiu is not a person who cannot distinguish right from wrong.

Seeing Shen Lang's hesitation, she continued, "Will you take the initiative to approach her?"

"Won't."

Decisive and decisive.

"Will you let her into your room?"

"Won't."

"What do you think she looks like?"

"I didn't see clearly."

Shen Lang really wasn't being perfunctory. He had no interest in the appearance of any woman other than her.

Quan Jiu tutted his words twice: "Why didn't I notice it before? How can you say sweet words?"

"Did I say that?"

Shen Lang frowned slightly, confusion flashing in his eyes.

The last bit of dissatisfaction in Quan Jiu's heart disappeared: "I had a showdown with Chu Tuo today."

Shen Lang: "How did he react?"

"It's just as we expected, so the next step will be planned soon."

Chen Lang nodded, his eyes falling on Naituanzi. Every time they discussed major issues like treason and regicide, she would never avoid mentioning Xuanyuan Zhuo. There were two possible answers: either she was stupid or she trusted Xuanyuan Zhuo too much.

She naturally belongs to the latter.

"I'll take you around."

………

Gossip spread faster than she thought.

One is the governor of the East Factory, who is powerful and a threat to the throne but cannot be humane.

One is a beautiful singing girl who is as graceful as a willow and well-known for her beauty.

Coupled with the rumors that Chen Lang was "playing tricks" in certain matters, within a day, everyone's eyes on him became ambiguous.

"Miss Si's delicate body cannot withstand the torture of Lord Shen's East Factory instruments. Lord Shen, please remember to be gentle with women."

On the way to court, some brave people teased Shen Lang with ambiguous expressions, not without a hint of flattery.

Si Wanyi was already a prominent figure in the capital, and everyone had always been curious about who would be the bride of this beautiful peony in the capital, but they never expected that a eunuch like Chen Lang would take advantage of her.

Shen Lang had a cold expression on his face, and when he looked up he saw Quan Jiu walking not far from him.

After hearing these words, the woman's lips curled up into an unknown smile.

Shen Lang's expression turned even darker, and he said in a cold tone:

"Master Zhang, are you very idle? If I remember correctly, the case His Majesty assigned you two days ago remains unsolved. The Tang County injustice has implicated nearly a hundred people, resulting in numerous casualties and widespread public outrage outside the palace. Master Zhang, instead of focusing on solving the case, is instead pursuing vague rumors. Is this true for the official position you hold, or for the souls of the 107 deceased?"

He asked two questions in a row, which made Mr. Zhang's face turn pale.

Chen Lang usually cherishes words like gold, and would forget jokes after hearing them, but he didn't expect that today every word he said was full of pearls and he got so angry.

Master Zhang swallowed hard, "I was wrong. Master Shen, please don't be angry. I've already found the key evidence in this case..."

He originally wanted to explain, but seeing Shen Lang's increasingly cold expression, he decisively chose to shut up.

Shen Lang exuded a cold aura and walked into the hall with a sullen face.

"I have to read people's faces so early in the morning. If someone doesn't know, they might think that Lord Shen is angry at me."

Chu Tuo had a smile on his face, but his words had ulterior motives.

Chen Lang: “…”

He looked directly at Chu Tuo, his expression even colder than his: "I dare not."

He said he didn't dare, but he didn't call himself a subject.

Chu Tuo frowned slightly, his heart burning with anger. Just as he was about to slam the table, Quan Jiu spoke.

"Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

Chu Tuo was already feeling irritated because she had been cold to him for the past two days. Finally, she was willing to take the initiative to talk to him, and he actually felt a little flattered.

"Oh? What does Doctor Shen have to report?"

He must give her face, Chu Tuo suppressed the anger provoked by Chen Lang and spoke softly.

Quan Jiu made up an excuse: "It's about border defense..."

Shen Lang watched her thin lips opening and closing, and felt a slight warmth in his heart, knowing that she was protecting him.

After the two men left the court, Quan Jiu changed his clothes and went to the East Factory again.

This time no one dared to stop her.

As soon as he entered the door, Quan Jiu went straight to Shen Lang's study.

As soon as she reached the door, she saw a beautiful figure enter the house before her.

Si Wanyi was wearing a green silk dress and holding a tray with two plates of snacks and a bowl of mung bean porridge on it.

"This is the snack I made. My Lord, you have worked hard all day. Please take a rest for a while."

When Quan Jiu arrived at the door, he happened to see Si Wanyi placing the tray on Shen Lang's desk.

The two people in the room had not noticed her arrival. Quan Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly, and without entering the room, she stared at Si Wanyi's back thoughtfully.

Shen Lang hated being interrupted while working. He looked unhappy:

"There is a cook in the East Factory."

Si Wanyi ignored his displeasure, a gentle and intellectual smile on her lips, and her tone was sincere and worried:

"I have acted on my own initiative. As a woman, I have watched you work so hard for the affairs of the court, but I have been unable to offer you any substantial help. I feel quite guilty. I can only make some cakes. I hope you will not despise me..."

"unnecessary."

Shen Lang's tone was indifferent and direct.

Si Wanyi didn't insist and nodded: "Since my lord doesn't need it, then I will take it back."

She bent down to pick up the tray on the table, and the wound on her index finger naturally caught Shen Lang's eye.

The flesh around the wound was still slightly pink and had no scab, so it was obviously a fresh wound.

She was a woman who had no martial arts skills and could not wield a sword or a stick. Considering the two pastries on the table, it was impossible to guess that her wound was caused in the kitchen.

If you were an ordinary person, you might ask this question out of humanitarian concern.

But Shen Lang had seen many wounds a hundred times more tragic than this, and his heart was indifferent. He just glanced lightly and then looked away.

Si Wanyi seemed not to notice his brief gaze just now. She picked up the tray and saluted him.

"I will not disturb you, my Lord."

As soon as she turned around, she met Quan Jiu's meaningful eyes.

Si Wanyi was stunned for a moment, then nodded:

"Dr. Shen."

After saying hello, she stepped aside on her own initiative.

Shen Lang was looking down at the memorial. When he heard the voice of "Divine Doctor Shen", he suddenly looked up and saw Quan Jiu. A faint smile flashed in his eyes:

"Coming?"

There was no trace of the unkind look he had just now.

Quan Jiu pretended to congratulate and walked in:

"There are porridge and cakes. Lord Shen is so lucky."

Shen Lang put down his pen, stood up, closed the study door, and then turned to look at Quan Jiu:

"Are you in need of cleaning up again?"

He stared at her red lips with a clear goal.

Quan Jiu sensed a dangerous atmosphere and raised his eyebrows:

"It's just stating the facts, but no one washes my hands and makes pastries for me."

Because of this sentence, half an hour later, all the famous pastries in the capital were sent to the East Factory.

"Lord Shen, waste is shameful."

Quan Jiu stared at the table full of cakes, feeling upset.

Chen Lang: "It's not a waste if I buy it for you."