Mu Tingyu and Yang Guanxian both know where Shu Yuezhen is hiding now, but they are in no hurry to find her.
Shu Yuezhen's shops are usually managed by shopkeepers and assistants, and she never shows up. However, as the boss behind the scenes, everyone will have at least a few confidants and eyes in the shop. Mu Tingyu spent the whole night watching and made almost no mistakes.
Yang Guanxian had been sleeping, and while he was sleeping, Mu Tingyu had been reading the interrogation transcript sent by his subordinates, reading it over and over again.
It wasn't until about 1 hour that Yang Guanxian opened his eyes and woke up.
This familiar yet unfamiliar environment suddenly shocked Yang Guanxian and he got up from the counter.
Seeing Mu Tingyu sitting not far away, Yang Guanxian breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty, you are still here."
"Mr. Yang is awake," Mu Tingyu said casually, without looking back, flipping through the new confessions of the three people from Zuixianlou that had just been delivered to him, "How did you sleep?"
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Yang Guanxian walked over and said, "Your Majesty, have you just been sitting there and not sleeping all night?"
"I'm busy," Mu Tingyu said.
Yang Guanxian pulled out a long bench and sat down on the other side, looking at the interrogation documents on the table: "What did the prince find?"
"This Shu Yuezhen is indeed a capable person. There are three burrows in the cunning rabbit, and they are intricately connected." As he spoke, Mu Tingyu took out a piece of paper in front of Yang Guanxian and said, "These three places need to be investigated immediately, but they are very dangerous. You
We have to ask Miss Ali’s masters.”
Yang Guanxian picked it up and said seriously: "What do you say?"
"It must be the hiding place of Yan Qinglin's masters. Either it is all three, or it is hidden in one of these three."
Yang Guanxian looked at the three place names on the paper, thought for a while, and said, "On the contrary, there is no need for Miss Ali's people to do it themselves."
Mu Tingyu immediately frowned: "Don't think about my people. I only have so many people. If they are injured or die, there will be one less person."
Yang Guanxian clicked his tongue and said: "Oh, Your Majesty, we are all our own people. Your people are also my people. Of course I have to protect them well. How can we let our own people suffer? What I mean is, let's let our people suffer."
The people of the Dog Emperor should go, or the people of the Dog Emperor’s son should go.”
Mu Tingyu paused and said, "Li Hao?"
Yang Guanxian was delighted: "This is called killing someone with a borrowed knife!"
Mu Tingyu nodded and took out another piece of paper: "These place names are not in Hejing, nor are they in Li Qian."
Yang Guanxian picked it up: "These are..."
"Yan Qinglin's den outside should be able to follow the clues, but," Mu Tingyu spread his hands, "I can't help here. I want to send people to help, but in the end I have to have Miss Ali's people come forward."
"What a harvest," Yang Guanxian said with satisfaction, "The prince is really powerful. When I bring him to Shu Yuezhen later, I might be able to deceive her."
Mu Tingyu said thoughtfully: "I guess we can be a little more aggressive."
"fierce?"
"How much money does Miss Ali want from us?"
Yang Guanxian gestured: "Two hundred thousand taels."
"In my opinion, Shu Yuezhen has strong financial resources, and she can add more to the two hundred thousand taels."
Yang Guanxian hehe, lowered his voice: "Actually, I plan to ask for 250,000 taels. This is our first time working for Miss Ali, so we have to show off."
Mu Tingyu also lowered his voice: "According to the confessions of these people, Shu Yuezhen has strong assets. We can definitely increase it to 300,000 taels."
"Three hundred thousand taels, how about three hundred and fifty thousand taels?"
"Forget it, four hundred thousand taels."
"I think five hundred thousand taels sounds good to me."
"But does she have that much?"
"Forget it, no matter how much it is, just empty it out of her, as much as you have."
"also!"
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The bells ring continuously throughout the city.
The shouts of greetings from the mountains and the tsunami have dispersed, but the paper flowers are still all over the sky, fluttered by the sudden strong wind, and scattered all over the city like flowers.
The doors and windows of Dr. Du's ward were wide open for ventilation, and the cool summer wind brought in the Zen incense, the sound of bells, sad music, and paper money floating into the window.
Xia Zhaoyi glanced sideways at the paper money on the ground, looked away, and inserted the silver needle into the acupuncture point on Doctor Du's leg.
Doctor Du was holding a book in his hand and was reading slowly, but paused for a moment because of the paper money.
But after just a glance, he looked back and continued reading.
There is not much content in the book. It is Li Ju's recent medical records. Li Ju's health has been getting better and better recently, so there are only a few words in the medical records.
After reading it, Doctor Du sighed: "Your Majesty's mind is getting clearer day by day, and the sage monarch of the past seems to have returned."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled faintly and did not answer the question.
The starting hand dropped another needle, quickly and accurately, with just the right amount of force.
Dr. Du would be amazed by her skills every time, and sighed: "It's all my fault that I'm not good at learning. If I had Miss A Li's medical skills, I would be able to cure your majesty as soon as possible, that is..."
"Mr. Du," Xia Zhaoyi interrupted, "there is no need to do what is already impossible."
Doctor Du nodded: "The girl is right."
The servant hurriedly came from outside: "Old Master, Old Master!"
He stopped outside the door, raised his hand and said: "Old man, we have a visitor. He calls himself Nie, and his name is Mo. He won't say anything more."
The silver needle in Xia Zhaoyi's hand was about to penetrate the acupuncture point. He paused for a moment when he heard the words. The next moment, he inserted it with the original force.
Doctor Du muttered the servant's words, and suddenly he was stunned, knowing who it was.
Doctor Du's expression became embarrassed and he looked at Xia Zhaoyi: "Miss Ali, I..."
Xia Zhaoyi said: "I will leave later, so Doctor Du doesn't have to be embarrassed."
What Doctor Du felt embarrassed was not this.
He frowned and carefully observed the girl's reaction, thinking that with her exquisite orifices, he should be able to guess who it was.
But, why don't you pay attention...
"Old Master?" the servant whispered at the door.
Doctor Du said uncomfortably: "General, please invite him in and wait in Shangyou Hall for a while. Be sure to treat him with high-quality refreshments. I will go over immediately."
The servant responded and took the order to leave.
Doctor Du looked at Xia Zhaoyi and said, "Miss Ali, does the emperor...do you have any other instructions or new prescriptions?"
"No more." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Doctor Du opened his mouth and thought that it would be better if she didn't ask. It would save trouble. It would be better to do less than to do more.
After a while, Xia Zhaoyi collected all the silver needles and stood up to clean his hands.
The servants of the Du family who knew her habits would prepare two basins of warm water and place them on the high cirrus basin stand on the side of the house every time she came to treat Mrs. Du's injuries.
Dr. Du's housekeeper brought in several servants and helped Dr. Du into the wheelchair.
Doctor Du asked in a low voice how the distinguished guest was doing. How many people had come in total and how good his mood was.
The butler replied that there were quite a few people, about eight of them, and they were all in a good mood. They had all arrived at Shangyou Hall and tea had been served.
Just after the housekeeper finished speaking, Doctor Du was suddenly startled and looked straight at the door.
Nie Huimo was walking up the short steps in front of the door, followed by a guard.
