Ming Wuyou said calmly: "The amount of money involved is huge - although I am not too familiar with the laws of the Qian Kingdom, I can probably guess that for his crimes, he will have to be exiled to the army even if he is not dead."
"He is Miss Ming's father." Yun Ziheng said: "Others may not be able to escape the blame, but...he may not be. Miss Ming saved His Highness the Regent's life. As long as Miss Ming says a word, I believe His Highness will be lenient." ."
"In the final analysis regarding corruption, Fu Mingting is just a small fish and shrimp, and it is not his fault."
Ming Wuyou smiled softly, coldly: "But why should I say those words to plead for him?"
Yun Ziheng was silent for a moment, "He is Miss Ming's father, isn't he?"
"I don't admit it." Ming Wuyou said coldly: "For the sake of the Ming family's property, he is plotting against my innocence for the sake of his own future. He has never regarded me as his daughter, so why should I regard him as his daughter?" To be a father?”
"Whatever happens to him is his own fault!"
"Not only will I not intercede for him, I will also collect all evidence that he bribed officials and hand it over to the court to convict him!"
Yun Ziheng was silent, and from those words, he could hear Ming Wuyou's hatred and ruthlessness towards Fu Mingting, "He indeed brought the blame on himself... However, tiger poison does not eat its seeds, so Fu Mingting treated Miss Ming like this" Vicious, has Miss Ming ever thought that maybe he is not your biological father?"
"If he is really not my father, then my father is someone else. However, more than ten years have passed and no one has come to find him - it is useless to think about it."
Yun Zimo lowered his eyes and asked: "Then if someone really comes and says they are Miss Ming's family, what will happen to Miss Ming?"
"I don't know." Ming Wuyou smiled lightly, but he didn't know that Yun Ziheng was testing this.
After experiencing Fu Mingting's murders and schemes in her previous life, she had no expectations for her father's love.
Even she doesn't really have any expectations for the so-called relatives in Prince Zhan's Mansion. Maybe she may not like Prince War's Mansion, and the princes and Prince War in Zhan Prince's Mansion may not like her either.
Then isn’t Yun Zimo the most typical representative?
If she wants to recognize her life experience, she must not let Fu Rou succeed and follow the same path of her previous life.
It's a rational trend, not that she needs father's love, affection, or family.
Her goal in rebirth was very clear, to take good care of and accompany her grandfather, step into the quagmire of Fu Rou, and then Murong Yu.
Yun Ziheng fell silent and waited until the acupuncture was over before speaking: "I wonder if I would be honored to treat Miss Ming to lunch today?"
"Not today." Ming Wuyou said, "I have an appointment with someone else."
"Oh well."
Yun Ziheng nodded, stood up and left.
When he arrived in front of Baishan Hall, he saw a simple carriage not far away, and the man in the carriage holding a sword and leaning against the shaft was clearly Leng Xiao.
Yun Ziheng raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "It turns out that the date was with His Highness."
Thinking about some of the things he had learned about between Ming Wuyou and Murong Yu recently, the corners of Yun Ziheng's lips curved slightly.
If the only daughter of the War King becomes the regent, it would be a perfect match made in heaven.
…
In the carriage, General Murong Yu finished giving instructions on the last eight-hundred-mile urgent memorial and handed it to Leng Xiao: "Send it to the inn."
"yes."
After Leng Xiao left, Murong Yu got off the carriage and stepped into Baishan Hall.
"Sir, do you want to see a doctor or take medicine?!" The waiter in Baishan Hall hurriedly came forward to greet me.
Li Xinglin, who was working on the abacus at the side, also saw it. He had seen Murong Yu come here once under the protection of the Imperial Guards, so he also knew Murong Yu's identity. He raised his hand to signal the waiter to step back, and then came forward in person and handed over his hands respectfully: "Your Highness again.
What's the order?"
"You are busy with your business." Murong Yu said calmly and walked directly upstairs.
The waiter was surprised and said: "Why did he go up by himself?"
"Shh." Li Xinglin made a silent gesture, and tapped her chin not far away: "Go do something, talk less and do more, watch more and learn more."
…
Ming Wuyou put away the golden needles and washed his hands. Just as he was about to sit down and rest for a while, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Xinglin?" Ming Wuyou called, "Just come in and knock on any door."
No one from outside came in, and the gentle knocking on the door continued.
One after another, very rhythmic.
And it's very familiar.
Ming Wuyou's hand holding the tea paused, then he suddenly put down the tea cup and ran to open the door.
"Good day tomorrow girl."
Murong Yu stood in front of the door wearing a black brocade robe, with his dark hair half-tied with a black dark embroidered ribbon. There were no other decorations on his body except for the landscape folding fan given by Ming Wuyou in his hand.
He gave a shallow greeting, and his eyes lost their usual coldness and became a little warmer.
"Why did you come so early?!" Ming Wuyou happily pulled him in, "There's still more than an hour before lunch."
"Nothing happened, so I came here."
"Aren't you busy?" Ming Wuyou said while pouring tea for him: "Logically speaking, His Highness the Regent should be busy with everything. He has to deal with memorials and court affairs, so he can't get away from it."
"You know more."
Murong Yu said lightly.
Of course there are many court affairs and memorials, many!
So in order to have lunch with Ming Wuyou, he got up at the fourth watch and started reading today's memorial. Not long after dawn, he put the remaining few books on the carriage and ordered Leng Xiao to drive outside Baishan Hall.
, thinking that he would come to Ming Wuyou as soon as he finished processing the memorial.
"Scented tea, soothes your throat." Ming Wuyou handed over the tea, "Where should we go for lunch?"
"where do you want to go?"
"me--"
Ming Wuyou actually thought that the food on Jiangzhou Huafang was good, but considering that Murong Yu was afraid of water, he didn't mention it.
Zhujia Manor is also good, but they have been there once, and it is on the outskirts of the city. It is a bit far and they have to book a table in advance. It is too late now. As for the building opposite, they are a little tired of it after eating too many times.
Ming Wuyou thought about it carefully and said, "Why don't I send someone to buy it, and we can use it at Baishan Hall."
Murong Yu didn't care at all about what to eat or where to eat. As long as he was with Ming Wuyou, he naturally agreed.
Ming Wuyou called Caiyue in and told him to bring a food box to the boat.
Not long after Caiyue left, two patients with complicated conditions came to see the doctor. The doctor sitting in the hall couldn't handle it, so Li Xinglin went upstairs to report them.
Ming Wuyou glanced at Murong Yu, "Your Highness, would you like to sit in the inner room behind the screen for a while?"
"Um."
Murong Yu didn't say anything, got up and went inside.
Ming Wuyou called for people to bring the patient in.
Murong Yu sipped a cup of tea, supported his chin with his hand, and looked at Ming Wuyou outside through the silk screen.
She was very serious when seeing a doctor and was extremely patient with the patient. After prescribing the prescription and sending the patient away, she told Li Xinglin to waive the patient's consultation fee.
The patient was a poor old man from a poor family.
Next came the second patient, who also came here because of his reputation and had to ask Ming Wuyou to see him in person.
Murong Yu had never seen her working seriously before, but when he looked at her now, he felt that she was shining even through the screen. This chapter has been completed!