Chapter 132 Scholar
Ling Qingyan supported her chin and pretended to think, rolled her eyes, and took the flowers from Cui Huailang's hand.
"I think it's very good." She took the flower handed to her by Cui Huailang and played with it in her hand. The fiery red pomegranate flowers were in full bloom, and the petals were soft. Ling Qingyan fiddled with them carefully.
If their products could become famous among the ladies of wealthy families, Furong Manor's profits could at least double.
"Chen Chuo, what do you think?" Ling Qingyan turned her head and looked at Chen Chuo.
Chen Chuo's fingers moved slightly, and his stagnant eyes seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, his gaze still unconsciously fixed on Ling Qingyan's movements of playing with the flowers in her hands.
He saw everything the two of them did just now, chatting and laughing, giving and receiving flowers. Their movements were natural and no one felt that there was anything wrong.
As if they were supposed to be like this, as if they were supposed to be so familiar.
He was wrong.
Cui Huailang is a strong rival.
Chen Chuo smiled, his long eyelashes fluttering, "My opinion is not important. You can do whatever you want, as long as I can help you."
Shen Chuo's eyes were sincere, he pursed his lips and curled his fingers.
He still subconsciously put himself in a low position.
"Your opinion is important." Ling Qingyan handed the flowers in her hand to Chen Chuo and said with a smile, "Feel free to raise any ideas you have."
Shen Chuo was slightly stunned, staring at the pomegranate flowers that were stuffed into his mouth. His throat tightened slightly, and a faint smile spread across the corners of his mouth: "Okay, Miss."
Cui Huailang's pupils suddenly shrank.
Why did Sister Qingxi give him the flowers?
Cui Huailang was unhappy.
It was very natural when he was with Sister Qingxi, and it was also very natural when Sister Qingxi was with Chen Chuo.
Everyone was very natural, so he, who was broad-minded, couldn't show anything else.
So Cui Huailang walked to Shen Chuo very naturally again.
Cui Huailang put on an approachable smile: "Yes, feel free to raise any opinions you have, we are all friends."
He naturally reached out to take the pomegranate flower.
Got nothing.
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Cui Huailang tilted his head, his eyebrows twisted into a ball, his eyes widened a little, and he moved his outstretched hand, the meaning of which was obvious.
However, Chen Chuo acted as if he didn't see it and remained indifferent.
It would have been fine if he was indifferent, but Chen Chuo took the flower and moved closer to Gu Qingxi. Then, under the gaze of the two, he carefully pinned the fiery red pomegranate flower on Qingxi's head.
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No matter how tactful Shen Chuo was, this action was somewhat ambiguous. Ling Qingyan was stunned for a moment and looked at Shen Chuo, as if silently asking: What are you doing?
"The flower looks great on you, Miss. Perhaps we can also make some real flowers as decorations to make it unique." Shen Chuo suppressed his unsteady heartbeat and spoke steadily.
His answer was just as Ling Qingyan asked him to make suggestions at will.
"It's indeed a good idea." Ling Qingyan took out her small bronze mirror and looked at herself, putting aside the slight thought she had just had.
Cui Huailang cried out in his heart that something was wrong.
No, no, no, no.
This practice is all too familiar.
How to learn his tricks?!
Cui Huailang's eyes changed when he looked at Chen Chuo.
A brilliant scholar!
She even showed her courtesy by holding his flowers!
"It's getting late. If you don't have anything to do, go back and rest. You've been busy these days, and you have your own business to take care of. We need to rest after we finish this mess of accounts."
"It's only this late. I won't be able to sleep even if I go back." Cui Huailang pointed to the lunch box on the table. "Here, our Cui Mansion chef made some pork rib soup. I'll give you a midnight snack to replenish your energy."
Ling Qingyan sat down and asked Chen Chuo to come and eat together. Of course, Cui Huailang couldn't be so petty as to say that it was only prepared for Sister Qingxi. Mr. Shen didn't refuse and drank his pork rib soup with Sister Qingxi.
Cui Huailang seemed to be in high spirits every day. As soon as he arrived, the study room with only three people in it suddenly became quite lively.
He had a strong desire to share, so even though Ling Qingyan had not been in Yizhou for long, he seemed to know a lot of people's secrets.
What about the Third Young Master Wang being a homosexual, Mr. Liu's concubine running away with someone, and his seventh cousin being impotent and seeking medical treatment everywhere...
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Capital city, Shadow Pavilion.
Mu Xianzhi crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair. The metal mask gleamed in the candlelight. His eyes were filled with interest. He was playing with a dagger in his hand, his gaze casually fixed on the person in front of him.
He never believed that his highness would really die.
He never gave up looking for Ling Qingyan.
He arranged people to keep an eye on the residences of those people, and sure enough, they discovered something unusual.
Since Qingyan's "death", Prince Yong has been in a state of depression. He even erected a monument and went there to drink all day long.
Later, he was found and asked to help draw a picture to record the moment when he could not forget Ling Qingyan.
Bullshit, what do you think of him? Ask him to help him paint? And paint him and Qingyan, why doesn't he just die?
Why didn't he get burned to death when the palace was burned?
It’s still beautiful when you’re older.
Mu Xianzhi naturally rejected him, and later heard that he was looking for painters everywhere.
Originally, Mu Xianzhi would have just sneered and let him look for it, but just yesterday, after finding the last batch, he stopped looking.
He investigated those painters, but none of them had such outstanding painting skills.
Then why don’t you look for it?
Mu Xianzhi found it interesting, so he invited all the painters to come and talk about it.
They said that King Yong had fed them poison and they had to keep it secret. Then he told them that if they didn't tell him, they wouldn't have to wait for the antidote, and he could kill them now. Of course, he wasn't the kind of person who would kill people. Killing too many people would be troublesome, so he could also show them a way out.
So under his soft and hard tactics, those smart people gave up one person.
That is the person in front of you, Gu Tingfeng, who came from Yizhou.
"Smart guy, tell me, what exactly happened in Prince Yong's mansion that day?" Mu Xianzhi changed his posture, the corner of his mouth curled up, "Or I say, where is Ling Qingyan, also known as Princess Tangning, the one that Prince Yong asked you to paint?"
Gu Tingfeng's face turned pale with fright.
The capital city is such a rich and dangerous place. Although Prince Yong's Mansion fed him poison so that he couldn't speak nonsense, it did give him a lot of benefits. Putting aside the gold, silver and treasures, the Gu family was able to establish a relationship with Prince Yong's Mansion because of his information.
But he didn't expect the danger to come so quickly.
What he didn't expect was that the person who bought his Gu family house was Princess Tang Ning who faked her death.
He didn't want to die. Their Gu family had just established itself in the capital, and he hadn't yet brought honor to the family, hadn't passed the examination to enter officialdom, and hadn't met his long-admired idol, Master Mu.
He couldn't die here.
"How can you guarantee that I won't die after I tell you?"
"I don't kill good people easily." He said, "Don't worry. If you really have news about His Highness, even if Prince Yong knows you've leaked it, he won't kill you."
"As long as Princess Tangning lives, you will live."
His Highness was too kind. If she knew that these people had killed innocent people because of her, she would feel guilty and she would really hate them.
He guessed that Ling Yu also knew this.
Mu Xianzhi narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Don't worry, even if you don't tell me, I won't kill you."
"But I have a rather abnormal temperament. I have a lot of torture instruments in my cabinet. Although they may not be as good as those in the Ministry of Justice, they can easily make people live a life worse than death."
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