Lin Zisheng has always been a little afraid of An Jingcheng, because the aura on An Jingcheng's body is very different from the people he comes into contact with. An Jingcheng's body is full of blood, which makes him feel a strange feeling when he sees it.
Instinctive terror.
Before An Jingcheng looked over, Lin Zisheng knelt on the ground, not even daring to raise his head, and said tremblingly: "Hou, Mr. Hou, I, I really didn't mean it. I don't know, I really
I didn’t know she was Bao’er’s cousin.”
Aunt Lin was just An Jingcheng's concubine, so even if Aunt Lin was Lin Zisheng's biological aunt, Lin Zisheng was not qualified to call An Jingcheng his uncle.
"Then who do you think you are?" An Jingcheng asked coldly.
"I thought it was cousin Yi'er..." Lin Zisheng was frightened by An Jingcheng's voice and instinctively responded. After speaking, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and he stammered an explanation: "No.
, That's not the case. Yes, Mr. Hou, it was cousin Yi'er who made an appointment with me. She said she wanted to see Brother Yun Shuo. I wanted to ask Brother Yun Shuo to ask Miss Lian for help in going to the Prince's Mansion to find the Princess Concubine to intercede and fetch my aunt back from the village.
.It’s just that, it’s really just that.”
Lian Yunshuo was sweating in his heart. When he met Lin Zisheng, a simple person who didn't know what scheming was at all, he was really speechless.
But when Lin Zisheng said this, he finally understood what was going on. He had known that Lin Zisheng had a cousin he liked very much, but for the sake of An Yihua's reputation, Lin Zisheng never said who this cousin was.
Now it seems that the cousin Lin Zisheng likes is An Jingcheng's eighth daughter, An Yihua. He heard that An Yihua was married to the fifth prince's house as a concubine, but he did not expect that she would have such sinister thoughts.
.
Now the matter could not be clearer. An Yihua used the innocent Lin Zisheng to ask him out, and then put her sister An Baohua in the private room. As long as she came in and was bumped into by someone at the right time, she would be
There were ten mouths, but none of them could explain clearly. At that time, whether it was for the reputation of the Lian family or the reputation of the Marquis of Jingguo, he would have to marry An Baohua. It must be said that An Yihua’s abacus was
He was very good at it, and his calculations were almost flawless, because he would never suspect that Lin Zisheng, who had no scheming intentions, would be detrimental to him.
If the Prince's Mansion hadn't sent someone to remind him, and he happened to run into an old friend before entering the private room today, then he would have been the one who couldn't end it today.
But after the incident, it was a done deal. No matter who was held responsible, it would be useless.
An Jingcheng is a martial arts practitioner and has stayed in the military camp for many years. His alertness is almost as good as An Xijian's, so as soon as he came in, he could smell the sweet smell lingering in the air. An Jingcheng
Although he has no research on pharmacology, he is not a fledgling boy like Lian Yunshuo. He is well-informed and learned the function of this incense almost immediately. After so long, there is still a residual fragrance,
It can be seen that the weight of this incense is not light.
An Jingcheng ignored the shivering Lin Zisheng, and walked directly to the incense burner that had not been cleaned. He dipped his fingers into a little incense ashes, put it between his nose and sniffed it, and his face became increasingly gloomy.
At this time, if he still didn't understand what happened and why, then An Jingcheng would have spent decades in this world in vain.