Xu Qinghuan felt that she had made a good start. The conversation between her and Song Chengxuan had always been like this. They would not mention anything they wanted to know, and it would be awkward to say anything else. This was the only way to ease the relationship between them.
The only thing that creates atmosphere is the case.
They all want to find out the truth of the case, so they will naturally have common topics.
Song Chengxuan was willing to step into the Hou Mansion because he wanted to know what the Hou Mansion would do next. She said he wouldn't care about anything else.
Xu Qinghuan was waiting for Song Chengxuan to speak.
Song Chengxuan glanced at Feng Chu and said, "Call the doctor just now."
Feng Chu turned to look at Xu Qinghuan, now asking for her opinion.
It seems that this man insists on competing with her tonight. He has a temperament that is called Yu Gang Ze Gang. She does not need to twist his temper. She owes him two lives tonight.
When she goes out to heal her injuries, he can also eat, which is mutually convenient.
Xu Qinghuan ordered: "Help me go to the east room and ask the doctor to come and look at my feet."
Feng Chu breathed a sigh of relief, with a happy smile on her face. She was naturally willing to call the doctor to treat the young lady's injury. The young lady had been standing outside just now. She looked very distressed, but she also knew how to listen to the young lady's arrangements.
Xu Qinghuan went to the east room, and the doctor quickly entered the door carrying a medicine box.
After taking off her shoes and socks and shining a light on her, Yingui couldn't help but take a breath and saw that Xu Qinghuan's feet were highly swollen: "Why are the injuries so serious? It would be terrible to delay it any longer."
"It's not that powerful," Xu Qinghuan signaled Yin Gui to be silent, "Mr. Gao has some medicine, just apply it and it'll be fine. When I was a kid, I fell off a rockery and the fall was much harder. Isn't it Mr. Gao?"
Gao Langzhong immediately nodded: "That's true, but it's not light. You can imagine how dangerous the eldest lady is just now."
Xu Qinghuan was still a little worried: "How is Master Song's injury?"
"I have treated the external flesh wounds, but this is the simplest. There are also some internal injuries that should be healed in a few days," Gao Langzhong said. "After all, he is a person who often practices boxing and kicking. He has a good physical foundation. Let's put it down."
For ordinary people, I'm afraid they would have to lie in bed for many days."
Xu Qinghuan said: "Don't you need to take medicine?"
Gao Langzhong said: "It stands to reason that you should eat some, but depending on Mr. Song's temperament, you may not be willing to do so."
Xu Qinghuan nodded and said, "Have you told your father?"
Gao Langzhong responded: "I said it."
After applying medicine to Xu Qinghuan, Gao Langzhong retreated.
Yin Gui stepped forward to help Xu Qinghuan put on his shoes and socks: "I really have to thank that gentleman, otherwise I don't know when the eldest lady will treat the injury."
Xu Qinghuan looked at the lanterns swinging under the eaves. It was only now that she had the feeling of surviving a disaster. If Song Chengxuan didn't come, her short life would probably end. Counting both lives together, this was the first time that she owed someone so much.
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I don’t know how to calculate this account.
Xu Qinghuan shook his feet subconsciously, and it really hurt.
…
Song Chengxuan looked at the food in front of him, including soy sauce beef, kimchi, two steamed fish, a plate of Sichuan fried chicken, a small cup of agate cake soup, and a large bowl of rice.
These dishes suit his taste quite well, especially the kimchi and steamed fish, which must have been specially prepared by the kitchen thinking that he has been in the southeast all year round.
And he never likes to eat porridge, she seems to know this.
Song Chengxuan looked at Yongye.
Yong Ye said hurriedly: "Miss Xu didn't ask me what kind of food my master likes."
Perhaps it is a coincidence that the Anyi Houfu is different from ordinary people and does not like to eat porridge for breakfast.
There were a few birds chirping outside the window, it was obviously daybreak.
Song Chengxuan picked up the chopsticks.
Xu Qinghuan guessed that Song Chengxuan would like those meals, but if he asked why she thought of preparing them, she might not be able to eat them.
In her previous life, she and Song Chengxuan had bumped into each other several times at palace banquets. She had paid attention to what kind of food Song Hou liked to eat and kept it in mind. Naturally, she was not trying to please him, but just in case of emergencies.
If Marquis Song was aggressive, she would use some shady means as a last resort, such as cooking Marquis Song's favorite food, adding a strong dose of medicine to the meal, and sending him to see the King of Hell.
Of course, that was just a thought. Even though she was a woman, she didn't like those conspiracies, so she never had to use them. The key was that Song Hou didn't force her to have any thoughts of dying together.
Who would have thought that what was planned inadvertently in a previous life would be used in this life.
Now she is ordering her servants to cook these dishes, not to poison him, but because she really hopes that he can use them comfortably. As for this little secret, let her keep it in her heart!
Thinking of this, Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but purse her lips and smile. Then she raised her eyes and saw Song Chengxuan standing in front of the window. She immediately retracted her smile and walked into the house pretending to be nonchalant.
Her smile just now must have something to do with him. Song Chengxuan lowered his head and looked at himself, as if there was no place where she could not help laughing like this.
At such a time, she was the only one who could still laugh.
Although the firearm did not hit her this time, the murderer hiding in the dark may not stop there, not to mention that she will not hide at home to avoid trouble. Once she finds a clue, she must go to confirm it. In many cases, it is true that only she can investigate.
clear.
The plan for now is to catch the culprit as early as possible.
Song Chengxuan walked to the table again and sat down, looking at Xu Qinghuan: "What do you think?"
Xu Qinghuan said: "Although we don't know where the murderer is hiding now, with the Zhang family here, we don't have to worry about not catching him." The murderer's target is Zhang Yucong, and what the Zhang family has suffered now is far from enough for him.
If it's far away, he will definitely take action again.
"What about you?" Song Chengxuan said suddenly, "You seem to have raised yourself to be white, fat, and squirmy."
Did he compare her to fishing bait?
However, Xu Qinghuan always felt that Song Chengxuan's words sounded a bit strange, as if he was teasing her. Thinking of this, she raised her head and met Song Chengxuan's gaze.
At this moment, his eyes were clear.
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In the palace, it was already time to prepare for going to court, but the emperor was still sitting on the soft couch in his regular clothes, looking at the servant kneeling on the ground with a pair of bloodshot eyes: "I want you to say it again."
The chamberlain said tremblingly: "The people from Shenji Camp went to see it and said it was a firearm."
There was a stern look in the emperor's eyes, and then he curved his lips slightly, but there was a strong murderous intent in his smile: "Firearms appeared in the capital, but no one knew about it before."
The chamberlain swallowed and did not dare to speak. Even Feng Shun was kneeling there, with cold sweat all over his head. There were chamberlains serving in Shenji Camp. These chamberlains were all under Feng Shun. Now there are firearms in the capital. Shenji Camp
Be suspicious first.
The emperor stood up and walked to Feng Shun: "Tell me, will there be a day when I am sleeping peacefully in the palace and suddenly there will be a 'bang'?" The emperor said and suddenly opened his fisted hand.
Feng Shun felt that his chest was exploded at this moment, and he hurriedly said: "I don't dare to say anything else. This firearm definitely did not come from the Shenji Camp."
The emperor looked puzzled: "Then tell me... where does this come from? Who should I hold accountable?"