Chapter 365 Want money?
Jiang Lifeng had a confused look on his face, and was almost carried all the way by Ying Sinan into the nearby snack shop.
After entering the room, he realized belatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, there is an assassin?"
The voice was extremely low, almost breathy, and accompanied by very obvious vibrato.
Ying Sinan observed the movements behind him calmly, then paused. He looked at Jiang Lifeng with a puzzled look in his eyes: "As a young prince of the Nanyang Palace, you must have experienced many big scenes, right?"
Ying Sinan didn't say it explicitly, but Jiang Lifeng could read the unfinished meaning in the other's dark eyes that couldn't hide his emotions.
"How can you still be so scared?"!
Jiang Lifeng: "..."
Jiang Lifeng has a hard time expressing his suffering.
The Nanyang Palace seemed poor, but in fact, they were really poor.
What they usually wore and collected were all items appreciated by the palace, as well as some small items "tributed" by minor officials around them.
This matter is not worth telling to outsiders, but...
Their living standards are indeed much lower than those of the other uncles.
The valuable things in the Nanyang Palace are hard to sell, and the worthless things are not worth much money either.
Therefore, few robbers would target them, and he lived a very smooth life. The biggest setback was meeting Ding Ruihan, a veteran who only talked about money and not feelings.
Jiang Lifeng's fear faded a lot because of this ridicule. Hearing this, he glared at Ying Sinan fiercely and said, "Just tell me now!"
Ying Sinan immediately put away his playful thoughts and said calmly, "Since we came out of the shop where we bought the osmanthus cake, I felt that there was something wrong with the expressions of the three people, but I didn't pay much attention to it at that time."
"But just now, I found that one of the three people in the group disappeared, and the remaining two were still following us."
Jiang Lifeng took a breath of cool air and his scalp began to feel numb!
The shop selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes... didn't that mean they were almost there the whole time?!
Ying Sinan's next words directly stopped him in his tracks: "They look like some martial artists. Don't stay too far away from me later."
Jiang Lifeng nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"
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[Dingsheng cake, osmanthus cake, jujube mud mountain medicine cake... hehehe~~]
The weather is fine today, and the wind finally has a hint of warmth.
Jiang Yanchuan ordered people to build a simple swing for her in the yard, and moved a round table over, which was filled with various fruits and vegetables. Even so, she was still thinking about the snacks that were about to be bought.
[When Brother Li Feng and the others come back, Cheng Cheng will have lots of snacks to eat! ]
Jiang Yingcheng was swinging on the swing, having a lot of fun. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her favorite beautiful father walking out of the room. The smile on her face became even brighter: "Daddy! Uncle Jiao!"
Jiang Yanchuan raised his hand to stop the Minister of Revenue Jiao Hongmiao from speaking, and gave the young man a faint smile: "Yeah."
Jiang Yingcheng jumped down from the swing with great difficulty and ran towards her handsome father: "What are Daddy and Uncle Jiao talking about?"
Jiang Yanchuan took the boy's slightly cold hand and frowned unconsciously. He paused, turned around and led his people back: "Keep it a secret."
Jiao Hongmiao, who was following behind the two of them, paused, with a look of great doubt in his small eyes.
Your Majesty, is this move... meant to trick him?
Obviously, if you just say "government affairs", the kid will be sensible and stop asking questions. So, by saying "keep it a secret" in such a mysterious way, isn't it obvious that you are trying to arouse the kid's curiosity? !
All that’s missing is “check it yourself”! !
Sure enough, the next moment——
【Brother Tong? 】
Jiao Hongmiao's eyes went dark.
God can tell that he has never felt so much in his life as he does now. This long official career is pitch black, and all he sees is a southern wall.
Jiang Yanchuan walked back steadily, holding the young man's hand. In a corner where no one was paying attention, he curled the corner of his lip almost imperceptibly.
Even before reaching the threshold, he bent down and picked up the little girl.
——The kid was looking over their previous conversation with great interest. It would be easy for him to fall down at this moment.
【Um?】
Jiang Yingcheng finally finished reading the important information and raised her head. She glanced accusingly at Uncle Jiao, whom she liked very much, and thought to herself: [You want money? ]
Jiang Yanchuan happened to walk to the armchair at this time. He put the kid down and sat him down, then walked to the chair on the other side and sat down. After choosing a comfortable sitting position, he watched the show leisurely.
Jiao Hongmiao's body swayed a bit.
The young woman gave the purse as a gift to her handsome father as a "mysterious man". She wrote down the addresses and names of the victims with large sums of money on the pawn tickets, and regarded the scattered ones as part of her "gold mountain". She directly stated in the letter that they would be kept for Emperor Mingze's private treasury.
But when they sent people to the address on the letter, the attitudes of the group of people were surprisingly consistent -
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t want.
The three expressions of rejection were so genuine that if they were not absolutely sure that the information they got from the little guy's voice could not be wrong, they would almost think that these things were not sent by them.
It was not until they reached the last house that they learned a little bit of the truth from the man:
The Ding family also has a professional rumor-mongering team. If someone who gives a gift wants to go back on his word, they will do everything they can to ruin the other person's reputation.
The method is simple and crude, and very brief and effective.
There was no other way, they could only hold the pile of cold pawn tickets and return in vain.
What Jiao Hongmiao was interested in was that stack of pawn tickets.
Those are all genuine rare treasures. Not only are they priceless, but each one of them can also make everyone in the Ministry of Revenue happy for three days!
Who would have thought that I would be rejected as soon as I opened my mouth, and when I opened my mouth again...
Just, he was tricked by Emperor Mingze.
[Want the small amount of money that Cheng Cheng prepared for the beautiful father? ! ]
He didn't!
He is innocent!!
What he wanted was obviously the gift that those young masters refused to take back!!!
However, he had no way to speak out his pain, no way to redress his grievances. He could only watch as the young man angrily called out "Brother Tong", and then the two of them huddled together, not knowing what news they were looking for.
I don't think it will be good news!
After another long while, the young man's surprised voice and the dull footsteps of the ministers in the distance suddenly rang loudly in Jiao Hongmiao's ears.
[Oh my god——]
Jiao Hongmiao closed his eyes in despair.
[If Uncle Jiao could recover all the money his brother secretly took from his house, it would be a considerable sum of money! ]
Jiao Hongmiao glared in shock!
When did it happen?!
How come he doesn't know? ! !