Daughter of the Prince of Rebirth

Chapter 768 Miss Dou Nangong Xueqing (5)
"Murong Lin, do you know why you gave birth to a tragic baby?" Yu Wenqian answered irrelevantly.

Murong Lin replied angrily: "I'm not a doctor, how would I know!" It must be that Yu Wenming did too many crimes during his lifetime, and the retribution was on his own child.

"Because you are infected with willow syphilis, the fetus was infected in your womb, and it will grow into this strange appearance!" According to the doctor's further analysis, the child is formed by the infection factor, that is to say, the baby was formed by the infection factor before pregnancy. , Murong Lin or Yu Wenming had already contracted the disease.

Although Yu Wenming is very carefree and has slept with countless women, Yu Wenqian is more willing to believe that it was Murong Lin who got the disease of willows and killed her brother!

"You're talking nonsense, nonsense!" Murong Lin roared, her eyes flushed red: "The doctor has checked my pulse a long time ago, saying that I don't have Hualiu syphilis!"

Yu Wenqian sneered disdainfully: "The doctor has already noticed that your pulse is abnormal, but because you are pregnant, you have not studied it carefully. Do you still remember the doctor who treated you when you had dystocia? He gave an accurate diagnosis, you have willow syphilis..."

"Impossible, impossible, you lied to me, lied to me..." Murong Lin squatted on the ground, yelling like crazy, "Where is the doctor, I want to see the doctor..."

Yuwen shook his folding fan and walked by not far away. Muronglin's roar was mixed with the baby's miserable cry. Yuwen sighed, it must be Xiaoqian who was provoking Muronglin again. The two of them are really born No, every time we meet, there is either a big quarrel or a big quarrel...

Yu Wenzhen hesitated, whether to go to persuade him, the servant quickly ran over and presented a white letter: "Master, your letter!"

Yu Wenzhen reached out to take it, and asked while tearing it apart, "Who sent it?"

The servant lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully, "It's a little beggar!"

Yuwen raised his eyebrows, the beggar delivered the letter!Really clever!
Opening the letter and quickly browsing the contents above, Yuwen Zhenxiemei's eyes became deeper and deeper. After reading the signature at the end of the page, the eyes were dignified and bottomless.

"Young Master, is something wrong?" The servant asked cautiously. Yu Wenzhen had been working in Zhen Guohou's Mansion for many years, and he was always calm, and he was rarely so dignified.

"It's all right!" Yu Wenzhen put away the letter, and strode out with heavy eyelids: "Tell Madam and Master Hou, I have something to do, and I won't be at home for lunch at noon!"

When eating, the Zuiqing building was full of guests and friends, and the hall was full of voices, wine and wine, and it was very lively.

When Yu Wenzhen walked into the Zuiqing Building, the guests were all flushed with food, drinking and punching.

A clerk hurried up to greet him: "Young Master Yuwen, this way please!"

"Thank you!" Yu Wenzhen followed Xiaoer up to the second floor, and the assistant knocked lightly on the door of a private room: "My lord, madam, Mr. Yuwen is here!"

What a wordy word!

Yu Wenzhen pushed away the clerk, opened the door of the private room, and walked in quickly, bursts of aroma hit, Yu Wenzhen took a few deep breaths, and sat down opposite the man and woman unceremoniously: "Speak, let me come Come here, what exactly is it?"

Murong Yu raised his mouth: "Did you know that we two invited you here?" On the letter sent, her and Ouyang Shaoxian's names were not written.

"Of course I know!" Yu Wenzhen took out the letter and spread it in front of Murong Yu: "The words in front are vigorous, unrestrained and elegant, amidst the indifference, there are sharp undertones, very similar to Shi Zi's style, and the last two characters are signed, shaped like plum blossoms. , is your best plum blossom script!"

Murong Yu smiled and didn't speak, Yu Wenzhen is indeed smart.

"Why did you two invite me here?" Yu Wenzhen picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine for himself. He didn't think that they sent him the letter cleverly, just to invite him to drink and eat.

"It's about the rebels!" Ouyang Shaoxian said suddenly, and looked up at Yu Wenzhen: "The task your master gave you is to investigate the rebels!"

Yu Wenzhen drank the wine in his glass, and was noncommittal to Ouyang Shaoxian's words: "Tell me, what clues have you got?"

"We have almost found out the identity of the leader of the rebel army, and we want to cooperate with you!" Murong Yu's eyes were strange, and there was a calculation in the depths of his eyes.

"How to cooperate?" Yu Wenzhen's back felt cold, as if he had fallen into a trap.

"We got the news that Ouyang Shaoling's master came to the capital. Yesterday morning, the two of them quietly left the Beijun palace. I want you to secretly find out where they went and what they did..."

"Wait!" Yu Wenzhen interrupted Murong Yu's words with a wave of his hand: "This is a battle between your Chuxuan Palace and the Beijun Palace, don't get me involved..." The master assigned him until now. He was so distracted that he had no time to meddle in other people's business.

Ouyang Shaoxian put down his wine glass, his eyes were deep: "The leader of the rebel army hides very deeply, let alone show his face easily. You looked for him very hard, and you haven't found any clues yet?"

"So what?" Qiu Shilang's family asked about the beheading, which caused the rebels who had just subsided to discuss again. Looking at the capital, after dinner, the common people talked about the rebels most, and Yu Wenzhen was not afraid of Ouyang Shaoxian mentioning it.

"According to the records in the classics, the leader of the rebel army may have something to do with the Beijun Palace. Since you don't have any clue, why don't you try this clue?"

Murong Yu took Ouyang Shaoxian's words: "If the people in the Beijun Prince's Mansion are rebels, besides our enemies, you have also completed the mission, and everyone is happy. If not, you can find other people. What's more, if you cooperate with us, we will Let's help each other, and after we finish solving the Beijun palace, we will definitely help you find the leader of the rebel army!"

The rebels made Murong Yu and Ouyang Shaoxian's lives almost chaotic, and her mother's death was inextricably linked. Even without Yu Wenzhen's mission, Murong Yu would not easily let the rebels go.

Yu Wenzhen lowered his eyelids, and slowed down his drinking: "Listen, it's very good!" Now Yu Wenzhen really doesn't have any clue about the rebel leader, and he has no clues to trace in his hands, looking for it every day like a headless chicken. Clues, the chances of success are small and small.

(End of this chapter)