The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

The guy rushed An Changqing to the door impatiently and gave another savage bite. +++ Catino Novel Network www.readwn.com

An Changqing looked at him without any guilty conscience when he drove a guest. Obviously this was not the first time. He curled his eyebrows and looked at the man with displeased eyes: "If you do business like you, I'm afraid it won't last long."

The guy chuckled twice: "You have a lot of control. I don't have time to break with you, so hurry up and leave."

During the conversation, the manager and a young man in Jinyi came down from upstairs while talking with a smile. Seeing that the guy was still inking at the door, he impatiently urged: "Zhang Si, what are you (gan gan)? There is still a batch of cloth in the warehouse. …"

The guy shrank his neck and turned his head and replied, "This is going. These people think the clothes in our shop are expensive. Let's break it here."

After finishing speaking, it didn't matter what An Changqing and the three people were, they slipped behind.

The steward looked at the three of them, then stepped forward and said, "How many people think Tianyifang's clothes are more expensive?"

This attitude of stewardship was much better than that of her buddies, and An Changqing's expression slowed down, thinking that maybe it was just that the buddies could not handle things, so she nodded: "Yes. Two taels of silver and a cotton robe is too expensive."

"You don't know anything about that." The steward stroked his beard, and said quite proudly: "Tianyifang is no better than other shops. Tailors are all made to sew clothes for the dignitaries of Yejing. Naturally, the price is higher than other shops."

"Even if it is a cotton gown sewn by a tailor in the palace, isn't it still a cotton gown?" An Fu couldn't help but said, "Why is it so much taller than other houses? How can you open the door to do business like you?"

The manager's face (color) changed slightly, and he was suppressed again, and said with a grin: "This business is to buy and sell. You don't want to buy, and you can't blame us for the high price, right?"

An Changqing looked at his expression. Originally, he saw that the manager was polite, and thought he was different from the buddy, but now it seems that the snakes and rats are in a hurry. It's just that the dude is outside (exposed), but this thing is hidden inside (rape), even the black can speak white without blinking.

An Fu had to argue again, but An Changqing waved his hand to stop and said, "Forget it, let's go to another house."

This time, he was only here to explore the reality, although he accidentally saw this, but he didn't intend to pierce it on the spot. So he didn't reveal his identity, and wanted to take this opportunity to visit other shops.

But he didn't expect that he didn't intend to cause trouble, but the matter came to him. The man who went downstairs with the steward did not speak. At this moment, he saw that he was going to leave, and he smiled and said, "Don't hesitate, little boy."

An Changqing paused and turned to look at him: "Is there anything else?"

The talking man was in his twenties, he was born with a big waist and a big bun, and he was squeezed in a purple brocade robe, like a white dough wrapped in silk and satin. He looked funny and ridiculous. But he still thought he was romantic. He was holding a folding fan in the winter. At this time, the folding fan was opened twice and said: "The clothes in Tianyifang are really good. If the young man likes it, he can choose whatever he likes. Silver Zhan Some paid."

"No merit is not rewarded." An Changqing raised her brows slightly, and saw a trace of bad intentions in his eyes. Lift your foot to leave.

Unexpectedly, when the white dough saw him about to go, he stopped in front of him as soon as he took a step, and laughed more and more evil: "Don't worry, little son, Zhan just wants you to close your eyes and want to make a friend. My shop It’s on this street, why don’t you just let me go back, what clothes do you want to buy?"

His words became more and more unbearable, and he even wanted to stretch out his hand to pull An Changqing. An Changqing was about to fight back, but she didn't defend Zhou Helan's movements faster than him, and slammed her fist on Bai Dough's flatbread face.

White Dough let out a heartbreaking cry, and yelled, "How dare you beat you, Master Zhan! You are dead! Get in here and tie them to me!"

Suddenly six or seven brawny men dressed up came in from outside, and they didn't know where they were resting before. At this moment, it suddenly appeared, and surrounded the three of An Changqing.

Seeing that there seemed to be excitement to watch, the surrounding people hulled around and looked inside curiously.

The steward was afraid that something might happen, so he hesitated to persuade him: "Master Zhan, this person is coming and going. It's better to have more things than less things."

Young Master Zhan covered his eyes and said anxiously, "Forget it? Those who dare to beat the young master have not been born yet!"

"Hold down the best-looking one!" He rolled up his sleeves and said viciously: "Master will teach him personally."

After hearing the words, Jia Ding prepared to reach out and grab An Changqing. How could An Changqing sit and wait for death? He was about to reveal his identity, but he heard that Ding suddenly wailed, clutching his hands and rolled to the ground.

The figure of Xiao Zhige who just arrived (exposed) also came out. He guarded An Changqing behind his back and glanced coldly: "Who is going to move this king's princess?"

His expressionless face is scary enough. He is really angry at this moment, and he is even more hostile. A pair of cold eyes seems to hide a sword. When he looks at people, he slashes past him abruptly.

The white dough was so frightened that the face was like earth (color), and when his legs were soft, he knelt down: "Wang Wang, prince... are all misunderstandings..."

Xiao Zhige gave a bloodthirsty smile, and the heavy army boots nailed with iron nails stepped on his hand and ran over him: "If this king accidentally (killed sha) you...is it a misunderstanding?"

Bai Dian was so frightened by him that he was trembling all over, unable to even say begging for mercy. The steward on the side was even more frightened, all kneeling on the ground, not even begging for mercy.

I didn't know who it was outside suddenly said: "The prince wants to (kill sha)..."

The people watching the excitement suddenly hurled away, and some people were reluctant to hide from the excitement, but they stretched their heads and looked into the shop.

Xiao Zhige turned a deaf ear, staring coldly at Master Zhan who was limp as a puddle of mud.

The people who knelt in and out of the shop clearly heard the needle drop quietly.

Zhou Helan listened to the movement from outside, and then looked at Xiao Zhige, who was like the (Killsha) **** descending. She wanted to say something but was afraid of what he looked like at this time, and silently shut her mouth.

Only An Changqing was not frightened. He turned his head and looked around, looking at the people looking in the distance, and then looking back at Xiao Zhige, who was arrogant, pursed his lips, raised his hand and pulled his sleeve.

Xiao Zhige glanced at him dullly.

An Changqing didn't say anything to persuade him. He rolled his eyes around, condensed on a large vase, walked over to hold the vase, and said to Xiao Zhige very seriously: "Let me come."

Xiao Zhige didn't answer, frowned, but finally let go.

Before White Dough had time to rejoice, he saw a large round-bellied vase hanging above his head. Before he felt scared, he heard a crisp sound of broken porcelain, the big vase was torn apart, and the white dough that had recovered his life was opened, and he passed out completely.

An Changqing clapped his hands and kicked him in reluctance, and said with a refreshing expression: "Dare to molest me? You can't eat and walk around."

Xiao Zhige looked at his fangs and claws, and the hostility gathered in the (chest xiong) mouth suddenly disappeared, replaced by a soft and sour emotion. An Changqing glanced at him, lifted his chin slightly, and said to a few stupid family members: "Don't lift people away yet, don't put them here as an eyesore."

The family members woke up like a dream, carrying the unconscious white dough and rolling away.

In the end, the steward and buddy who are ashamed of their faces are left.

An Changqing circled the two of them, and said with a smile: "You two's account, I'll settle it with you later. An Fu, you take them back to the palace and lock them up first."

An Fu replied with an eyebrow, kicked the guy, and said fiercely: "Get up, follow me."

The steward did not dare to say anything, and stood up like a quail, and followed him as he flees.

An Fu took the people out, the only remaining Zhou Helan looked at An Changqing and then at Xiao Zhige, immediately followed An Fu and slipped away: "I'll call for a carriage."

Xiao Zhige and An Changqing were left in the shop.

An Changqing squinted at him: "Does the prince of this shop know him?"

Xiao Zhige said: "Know, mine."

"I thought that the prince didn't know him." An Changqing said in a huff: "There is no good shopkeeper at the shop. The price of clothes is so high, it's no wonder Mr. Wang said things are getting worse. If things go on like this, let alone making money, we have to post it Money. And I think the steward is very deceitful, maybe there is any dirty trick in it."

"It's Wang Fugui taking care of it." Xiao Zhige felt a guilty conscience that was almost done wrong in his series of accusations, and immediately pushed the culprit Wang Guanjia out: "I have no time to take care of it."

"When I go back and sort out the accounts, I will settle the accounts with them." An Changqing was very angry, thinking that according to Xiao Zhige's way of doing nothing, there must be more than one shop in question. After all, these stewards will be very responsive to the wind, and if the owner is close, they will do their best not to dare to neglect their duties. If the owner doesn't look at it, most of them have to play tricks.

Tianyifang will never be like this at the beginning, it must have been a long time. Seeing that the owner doesn't care about things, this steward has a mind that shouldn't be there.

"It's all up to you."

An Changqing was satisfied now, and remembered that this person had gone to the camp outside the city this morning, and finally became puzzled: "Why is the prince here?"

"Drink with colleagues." Xiao Zhige said.

Finally heard the prince mentioning himself, He Laosan and his group who had been watching silently outside for a long time immediately pointed their heads out: "The prince and I are waiting for a drink in the restaurant over there."

He Laosan's black charcoal face smiled like a trumpet flower: "If the princess is free, you can join us. The youngest invites you to drink."

As soon as the others heard him say this, their hearts were finished, and they all went to see Xiao Zhige.

Sure enough, seeing Xiao Zhige's just calm face (color) hard to look, he said coldly: "The princess doesn't drink."

He Laosan knew nothing about danger, and he kept his mouth open: "It's okay if you don't drink or have a meal. We have never said to the princess...well—"

His mouth was caught off guard by his colleagues, and the others escorted He Laosan with a smile: "The restaurant hasn't settled yet, I'm going back to check out first? The prince and the princess talk slowly."

After talking, he carried He Laosan and ran away like a gust of wind.

…

Back to the restaurant, He Lao San was dissatisfied, a pair of bull eyes comparable to copper bells stared at the colleagues who covered his mouth: "What are you (gan)? I haven't finished speaking yet!"

My colleagues rolled their eyes and asked you to say that it would be fine. This year, I don’t want to live in peace. I have annoyed the prince, so I can’t find names to toss them to death.

"But the princess looks really good-looking. No wonder the prince would rather not have a woman, but also marry the princess home, and hide her and prevent us from seeing..." He Laosan smacked his lips and said with envy: "If there is such a Good-looking beauties throw in their arms, and men are fine for me."

The colleague Liang Liang said: "Don't you say a few words, your mouth is less troublesome? Have you forgotten the appearance of the princess just smashing the vase?"

Good guy, the vase is as tall as a four or five-year-old child. People won't blink when they slam them down, and because of their prince's temper, who dares to go up and struck a tiger's beard? That's why the weak princess dare to step forward.

What is even more incredible is that the prince is really not angry.

The generals tusk, thinking that this tiger also has the time to recognize the master.

He Laosan listened to them with emotion, and finally came back a bit, (touching Mo) (touching Mo) on the chilly back of his neck, and said to himself "Mother."

What's the matter with him (gan gan)?

***

Zhou Helan went to find the coachman, and An Changqing got into the carriage. Xiao Zhige hesitated for a while, did not ride a horse, and then got into the car.

The people onlookers in the distance "　" whispered to each other.

"The prince is really terrifying when he is fierce. That was the young master of the Zhan family just now, right? It's also unlucky..."

"I can't say that. Didn't Master Zhan ask for it himself? Even if the prince beat (killing sha) on the spot..."

When someone said this, others immediately followed suit. Master Zhan really asked for this! Whose daughter-in-law is not angry if she is molested and bullied on the street? The princess is too kind to save a life!

They used to be used to saying that the Northern Warlord (Killing Sha) didn't blink their eyes, but now they suddenly changed positions, and they had to be raised to react.

"Yes, this young master Zhan (gan gan) has a lot of wicked things, and it deserves it today. Even if the prince (killing sha) kills him, it is also for the people!"

"Speaking of which, the princess is still very powerful, looking at the gentle and gentle, she has the strength to beat people!"

"How do you see the princess?"

"No, it's so far away, how can I see it clearly, but the figure is also very good-looking, isn't it all written in the script..."

…

The common people are talking about the work happily, and the protagonist of the work being discussed is now buying roast duck in Jufuzhai. Although there were some unpleasant surprises in the middle, I still want to buy roast duck.

The carriage stopped before Jufuzhai, and Xiao Zhige went down and asked the guy to pack a roast duck. The guy swiftly wrapped the roast duck slices in oiled paper, stretched his neck and looked at the carriage, and said smoothly at the same time: "This roast duck can be eaten by the princess, it is a blessing, our shopkeeper said, if the princess loves it , Just send someone to say it. We bake it fresh and warm and send it to the house."

This guy enthusiastically and boldly called the Northern War King who was accustomed to indifferent money transactions rather unaccustomed. He frowned and was silent for a while or threw an ingot of silver, and carried the roast duck onto the carriage.

The man held the silver and looked eagerly: the princess will come again next time.

Jufuzhai's business depends on you.

…

"Why are you suddenly buying roast duck?" An Changqing asked, sniffing, looking at the greased paper bag in his hand.

"It's delicious." Xiao Zhige handed him the oil paper bag: "Go back and eat."

An Changqing took it with his head full of question marks. Although Xiao Zhige suddenly wanted to eat roast duck, the smell of roast duck was indeed very attractive, so he happily accepted: "Go back and eat together."

Seeing that he liked it, Xiao Zhige's face (color) was quite mild, and said, "I like to buy it for you next time."

An Changqing, who was holding the roast duck, turned his eyes to look at him. Suddenly Fuzhi understood what he meant: "Is this bought for me specially?"

Xiao Zhige said abruptly.

An Changqing leaned closer and looked at him: "It's the same as plum cake?"

The man he was staring at gave another "um".

An Changqing smiled wider and wider, and whispered in a low voice: It seems that it's not all wood.

***

On the way back, An Changqing was in a good mood and began to figure out how to deal with the house thief.

Today’s appearance is really unexpected. Changqing An wanted to wait a year’s time before taking care of these chores. But now that things go wrong, other shops will definitely hear the wind, so it’s better to cook them together (dry gan). .

Thinking in his mind, he also said to Xiao Zhige: "Summon all the stewards in Zhuangzi and the shop while you are young, and beat them up. After the new year, you will settle the accounts slowly."

Xiao Zhige said: "It's up to you."

In fact, most of the others have been in Yanzhou over the years. After returning to Yejing, he was intolerant to deal with these chores, and rarely (inserted) the affairs of the mansion, so they should be handed over to the housekeeper Wang Fugui to take care of them.

An Changqing stared at his expression, and continued: "The shop is all in charge of Butler Wang. It is impossible for him not to know the situation of Tianyifang."

Xiao Zhige nodded, of course he thought of this. Wang Fugui was an old man who followed him, but he was not his confidant. His roots are in Yanzhou, in the army. Yejing's palace was just a place to stay for him. Wang Fugui has been with him for a long time and he is quite good at business. Only then did Xiao Zhige hand over the palace to him. It's not that I didn't know that Wang Fugui would get some oil and water from it. But he led more troops, knowing that it was like a soldier searching for trophies after a victory. He couldn't completely indulge, but he couldn't stop it completely.

Therefore, what he did to Wang Fugui has always been to open his eyes and close his eyes.

But apparently Wang Fugui has now made his princess dissatisfied, Xiao Zhige had to ask: "How do you want to deal with him?"

"There is a shortage of people at the moment, so let's beat it. Let's use it for now." Since Xiao Zhige read him a military book, An Changqing occasionally went to Xiao Zhige's study to find some military books. Now he also He is well versed in the principle of mind-consciousness: "Hold him first. The more guilty and fearful he is, the more dedicated he will be in doing things."

Although Wang Fugui was a little cautious, he was cautious and not courageous. Based on An Changqing's observations over time, he will reap some benefits in due course, but he may not have the courage to deceive Xiao Zhige.

Xiao Zhige glanced at him in surprise. He thought An Changqing would take this opportunity to withdraw Wang Fugui. After all, from the beginning of his marriage to the palace, he didn't get along well with Wang Fugui. But he never expected that he would say such a thing.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Xiao Zhige agreed: "Here you say it is reasonable."

An Changqing: "..."

…

When the carriage arrived at the palace, Wang Fugui led the people to welcome it. Sure enough, his expression was quite trembling—before An Changqing returned to the mansion, An Fu had already returned to the mansion with the steward of Tianyifang, and asked Zhao Shi to take the man to the torture room on the spot.

Although when An Changqing asked for the housekeeper, he knew that the shops were going to go wrong sooner or later, and he also specially reminded the housekeepers to be more restrained. However, he didn't expect that after years, this person would be taken into custody in the mansion.

He secretly squeezed a cold sweat and bent his waist lower: "The prince and the princess want to have dinner?"

An Changqing shook the oil paper bag and said, "Prepare some greasy side dishes, and eat roast duck today."

…

After the meal, An Changqing called Wang Fugui over and told him to summon Zhuangzi and the stewards of the shop. During this period of time, he and Xiao Zhige faced each other day and night, and he learned not to be angry with himself. An exquisite and excessive face was hardened, vaguely with a somewhat Xiao Zhige aura.

"Tianyifang happened to let me run into it. Other shops may not be okay." He knocked on the table nonchalantly: "Since the prince has handed over all the properties of the mansion to me, I will take care of it. Okay, so that you can live up to the prince's entrustment. Steward Wang, you said...is this the truth?"

The steward Wang crouched, his face (color) faintly bitter. These remarks made it clear that the princess was talking about herself, but anyone who was not stupid would know that this was taking the opportunity to beat herself. After being taken into custody, Tianyifang's steward and buddy asked him what he didn't know. But he knew that the princess would never expose this article easily.

Sure enough, other duties are about to happen right now. This time, I'm afraid it will be a thorough investigation.

Although he didn't directly participate in it, he didn't get any benefits when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes. Although the princess didn't make any announcements for the time being, it was even more frightening and tormented.

Wang Fugui said bitterly: "The princess said so much."

An Changqing clicked until then, waved his hand: "You go to make arrangements."

***

In a blink of an eye, two days passed, and Wang Fugui set the day of his summoning the steward on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. In the meantime, Tiehu reported back and forth, saying that he had found news about the Nunnery.

The reputation of the Nunnery outside the city is not obvious, and few people know about it if they don't even leave the city.

Tiehu's investigation revealed that there are a lot of ways in this little nun's house. From high-ranking officials to common people, Daye believes in Taoism more. This Buddhism naturally lacks incense. And the remote nun's nunnery is no one cares about. With the incense dying, I don't know when, this nun's nunnery changed its taste, and it was no longer a place of clean repairs, but instead became a secret nunnery hidden in a remote place.

This nun's nunnery was remote and difficult conditions. Most of them were women who made mistakes and were forced to send them to the nunnery for cleaning up. There are also some dead men helpless women who threw themselves into the nunnery, looking for a place to stay.

In the nunnery, these women were not in peace, but gradually some nuns hooked up with men outside to exchange for "incense money." And the woman that the little beggar said was Jiaoying, and she was the one with the most money for incense in the nunnery. It is said that she was appointed by the nobles early and would not receive other "pilgrims".

Because of the rush of time, Tiehu didn't have time to verify who the nobleman was, but combined with the rhetoric of Xiaoqier, the possibility that this nobleman is Wu Junshu (sexual xing) is not small. Moreover, this investigation also gave him two unexpected discoveries.

"That Jiaoying quietly sent the little girl next to her to buy abortion pills. The subordinates looked at her belly slightly bulging, and it looked like she was pregnant."

An Changqing raised her eyebrows. When she entered the outer room in her last life, she hadn't heard of any children. If the child belonged to Wu Junshu, she could totally rely on the mother and the child, and let Wu Junshu accept her in the door. Even if the House of Zhongyong Hou is scrupulous about famous voices and marriages, and refuses to let Mr. Concubine's eldest son, let her fall into a fetus, it will certainly make compensation.

Why is this outer room so sneaky (touching Mo) (touching Mo) to let people buy abortion pills?

An Changqing intuitively felt that there was a difference, but for a while, she couldn't pass the customs, so she could only ask: "What else did you find?"

"The subordinate also found the crazy woman."

The mad woman was accidentally discovered while stalking the nun's nunnery. She was active in the village near the nun's nunnery. People were mad and mad and talked, always talking about the madness of the vixen (to kill the sha). Tiehu also accidentally heard the villagers discuss her, so he went to inquire about her by the way, and then made an unexpected discovery.

"This crazy woman was not crazy at first. Her husband's name was Qian, and her husband was not early, so she had only one son named Qian Yuan. Qian Yuan was born as a dwarf clown, but he was good at taking care of horses. I became a groom. Then a few years later, Qian Yuan saved money and married a girl from the village next door, Jiaoying.

Contrary to Qian Yuan, Jiaoying was born with a variety of charms, and she was a beautiful girl. After marrying Qian Yuan, she waited at home for her mother-in-law all day long. Occasionally, I went to Zhongyong Hou Mansion to give Qian Yuan some food. After an Ann birthday for a while, unexpectedly Qian Yuan went home angrily one day and beat Jiaoying. Everyone in the village guessed that Jiaoying had hooked up with a man outside. But before they finished watching the excitement, Qian Yuan fell into a pond on the side of the road and drowned when he returned home one day.

After Qian Yuan died, Qian Mu went crazy. He beat and scolded Jiaoying all day, saying that she was a vixen, hooked up with a man outside and killed Qian Yuan. But Jiaoying is not a soft (sexual xing) son, the two often fight with scolding. It didn't take long before I heard that Jiaoying had run away. And Qian Mu's madness became more serious. She was crazy all day long, so she called Jiaoying a fox and killed her son when she saw people. "

"It's Zhongyong Hou Mansion again..." An Changqing said in a deep thought, "So, this person is probably Wu Junshu. Could it be that he saw (Sex) made an intention and (killed Sha) Qian Yuan and hid Jiaoying again? nunnery?"

Tie Hu hesitated: "It should be so, but his subordinates asked a few villagers. Some people said that they had seen Jiaoying getting on a carriage and cuddling with a man. The man was about thirty or forty years old, and he was a little bit older than Wu Junshu. Not on..."

"..."

The news was really staggering, An Changqing was silent, and said, "Maybe this Jiaoying is more than a pilgrim? Is it possible that her child is not Wu Junshu? That's why I want to secretly buy abortion pills?"

Tiehu guessed like this too. Pity him, a rough man who went into battle (killing sha). When he first heard about this kind of fragrant (yan yan), his whole body was dumbfounded.

After thinking for a while, An Changqing said, "Continue to stare at the Nunnery... Also, is there any way for someone to change Jiaoying's abortion pill?"

Tiehu hesitated for a moment: "You can give it a try."

"Then try." An Changqing said: "Change her to fetal medicine. In addition...and then pass this news to Wu Jun."

Tiehu glanced at him in surprise, wondering whether he was ruthless or the princess ruthless. If the child in Jiaoying's belly wasn't Wu Junshu's, it would be a big show.

After Tiehu took the order, An Changqing called Zhou Helan again, and the two went to the torture room to interrogate the supervisor and the buddy.

After taking the man back to the palace two days ago, An Changqing did not use any torture, but just switched the people apart. No matter how the two men begged for mercy and confessed their mistakes, they did not see them. By now, it is the third day.

It's also time to go to the trial.

Zhao Shi led them to the torture room. The torture room was built in the palace. Although the Northern War Palace was passed on to the outside world to resemble the Shura Hell, in fact this torture room has only been used a few times since it was built. But the things inside are very complete. There are various instruments of torture hanging on the wall, all prepared in accordance with the specifications of the military interrogation (rapid jian).

The steward and the guy have faced the wall of torture instruments in the past few days, frightening themselves to the face of yellow and thin, and their mouths are scorched.

Zhao Shi moved the chair to let An Changqing sit down, and then brought the guy out first.

The guy was probably frightened. When he saw An Changqing, he knelt down firmly, knocked his head a few times, and begged for mercy.

Zhou Helan was in charge of interrogation on the side, but with a few questions, he made the situation of Tianyifang clear (touching Mo).

It turns out that the steward of Tianyifang has long been hooked up with the Zhan's clothing store. The original Xiantian Yifang has a very good reputation in Yejing and is very popular. In order to grab business, the Zhan family first poached the tailor in the shop with a lot of money, and then bought the steward with money, telling him to raise the price. As a result, many customers went to the cheaper Zhan's shop.

At first, the steward was afraid of his head, but later the Zhan family gave him more money, and he became more courageous. Not only was it falsely raising the price to drive customers, but it also colluded with the Zhan family, selling the fabrics and garments of Tianyifang to the Zhan family at a price slightly higher than the cost, and the Zhan family sold them at a higher price. Earn the difference in the middle. When the housekeeper reported, he only said that it was poor management and that the ready-to-wear fabrics could not be sold, so they had to lower the price.

An Changqing almost laughed angrily, her face (color) condensed and asked, "When did it start?"

The guy said tremblingly that it had been two or three years.

An Changqing's face (color) changed several times, and finally returned to calm. After reviewing the buddy, Zhou Helan asked him to sign and detain. After that, he brought the steward up again.

The manager looked at the thin sheet of paper with fingerprints on it, and his face (color) changed. The rhetoric that I thought of before is also useless, and I can only confess it honestly. Including his and Zhan’s transaction accounts, all pens were spit out.

After the trial, An Changqing asked him about the other shops. These shops also communicate with each other, and they will also communicate with each other. The manager's face (color) blankly wrote all he knew on the paper.

In the winter, sweat condensed on his eyebrows when he put down the pen. Just about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard An Changqing say: "Send off to the official after the trial."

The manager's face (color) was frustrated for a moment, knowing that he was completely finished.

…

An Changqing flipped through the accounts of the 3**m generation of stewards, and all the pens on it were all the money that Tianyifang lost. And all these money flowed into the pockets of Zhan's family.

He thought of the white dough that had been driven away and sneered. Holding the account book and patted it on the table, he said to Zhou Helan: "Bring the iron tiger, we will go to Zhan's house to ask for money."

Such a large sum of money, you can't just let it go.

Seeing him, Zhou Helan groaned for a moment, and said, "It's better to let the prince go with him. It will be quick and easy. Maybe I can ask for more money back. It's a profit."

An Changqing hit it off with him, glanced at him with admiration, and immediately took the account book to find Xiao Zhige.

The (fuck cao) training in Daying outside the city has stopped, and Xiao Zhige doesn't have to socialize for a few days, but he is in the house. Seeing him coming with a stack of paper, it became clear: "Is it all out?"

"Yeah. The people have already been sent to the government. But the amount of silver involved here is not small, I am going to Zhan's house to get it back." An Changqing looked at him with scorching eyes: "Wang Ye, come with me?"

Meeting his expectant gaze, Xiao Zhige almost agreed without hesitation. An Changqing walked out happily: "I asked someone to prepare the car."

So that afternoon, the people of Yejing saw the gate of the Northern War Palace open, and a gorgeous carriage slowly drove out. The big "Xiao" on the body is hard to ignore.

The carriage went all the way to the Zhan's clothing store before stopping. The shopkeeper was unknown, so he came out nervously to greet him.

An Changqing and Xiao Zhige got out of the car, followed by two groups of imposing guards. Was invited in by the trembling treasurer.

After seated, An Changqing took a faint sip of the tea, and opened his mouth in the puzzled eyes: "My prince and I are here to collect the previous debts."

"Arrears?" The shopkeeper was confused, and cautiously confirmed: "This...the Zhan's shop shouldn't owe the palace to the palace, right?"

Instructed An Fu to pass the confession and account book of the manager of Tianyifang to the shopkeeper for review, and the old **** An Changqing was continuing to drink tea.

Manager Doubt took the confession and turned a few pages of the account book, his face (color) suddenly changed. Look at the two giant Buddhas who are still standing still and then look at the things in their hands. The shopkeeper's face (color) is green and white and said: "The prince and princess sit down for a while, the villain will go and invite the owner."

The reputation of the Northern Warlord is indeed useful. The owner of Zhan's shop not only came, but also came with a few boxes of silver.

Master Zhan is like a dough that has over-sent, he is a bit fatter than Master Zhan, holding his belly cautiously and walking forward to salute, accompanied by a smile: "All the silver has been delivered, please look at the prince and princess."

The servant opened the box, and it was filled with white silver. An Fu counted the points, which was more than double the number on the account, which was a full forty thousand taels of silver.

Looking at the white silver, An Changqing felt very happy. A friendly smile said: "Yes, that's the number."

Master Zhan accepted all those who didn't change his face, and his distress was dripping with blood. But it was because they were wrong in the first place, and the Northern War King (Killing Sha) God was sitting there, so he didn't even dare to say a word. I can only laugh a few times: "It's good if it's right, it's good."

It's just a white-faced steamed bun face that has been overhaired, wrinkled more than bun folds.

An Changqing was in a good mood, and got back twice the silver, but he didn't rush (kill sha). Let the guards outside carry the silver into the carriage, come in mighty, and leave mighty.

Master Zhan let out a sigh of relief for the rest of his life. As a result, I was happy for a day, and then on the second day I heard people say that the princess was making porridge in front of Tianyifang.

Wearing a cotton robe sewn by Tianyifang, the princess of the Northern Warfare just stood noblely at the door. Even if she was dressed in cotton, it looked more noble than the brocade robe of other people.

The people of Yejing were so excited to see the princess Zhenrong for the first time. Even if it’s not for that porridge, it’s worth buying a cotton robe of the same style as the princess that is so immortal!

The people who like to watch the excitement are all rushing to Tianyifang.

Looking at Master Zhan, who was surging at Tianyifang from a distance, he almost committed a heart attack.

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Some people in the Royal Palace of the Northern Warfare have been panicked these days. The people tensed, and no one dared to approach the prince’s study.

Without him, every day the prince will practice half-day guns here, but in the last few days, I don’t know what’s going on. The expression on the prince’s gun training seems to really want to kill someone. It’s terrifying and terrifying. The people in the palace are Take a detour.

An Changqing got up early that day, changed into new clothes from Tianyifang, and was about to go out. After recovering the money from the Zhan family, An Changqing was not satisfied with it. The money is dead, but the shop is alive. A prosperous Tianyifang earns more than 40 thousand taels.

After discussing with Zhou Helan, he came up with a way to save Tianyifang's decline-let An Changqing go to Tianyifang to cook porridge in person.

The reputation of Tianyifang in the past two years is not good, and it will not happen overnight if it wants to change. But Zhou Helan remembered the popular princes and princesses' small notebooks that were circulated in the market, and walked slantingly, letting An Changqing put on the clothes sewn by Tianyifang and serve porridge at the door.

On the one hand, it can win a good reputation, and on the other hand, it can attract people to Tianyifang. Such a good thing that can kill two birds with one stone, An Changqing will naturally not refuse.

However, the result of the congee treatment was better than they expected. Not only was the business of Tianyifang booming again, but also the reputation of the Royal Palace of the Northern Warfare also improved a lot.

The only bad thing is that there are more and more small notebooks in the market, and the business of the storyteller is getting better and better.

And as the princess gets busy day by day, she leaves early and returns late. The face (color) of the Northern Warlord also deteriorated day by day.

When Zhou Helan came to the main courtyard to search for An Changqing early this morning, he saw a black golden gun suddenly (inserted in cha) in front of him. He was taken aback and took two steps back. When he saw someone coming, he hurriedly bowed his hand in salute: "Master."

Xiao Zhige looked at him for a moment without saying a word, drew his gun, turned and left.

Zhou Helan's hairs were all erected by his glance, but for a while, she couldn't figure out where she was offending the prince.

Why is it so fierce all of a sudden?

The author has something to say: #王爷什么不快乐#

Zhou Helan: Have I offended the prince?

Here: No, right?

Persuaded: ... (Yeah.