Manager Lian Er has been working with Song Chengming in the Yamen since he was a child. He has seen many people like Cao Xiwan who deny and refuse to confess. He also knows that not everyone can be tortured.
"In the battle on the 12th, Qing Niangzi, who will win the bet?" He began to make insinuations.
"..." She was angry and had to ask, "Mother Cui."
Liancheng was shocked.
Of course he knew who Cui's mother was, and that the whole patrol department had been embarrassed by it. Maybe the Marquis still didn't know it, but he knew it.
"Miss Qing, are you optimistic about Master Yang?" Qin Meng cleverly put down the pen in his hand and immediately guessed that Mother Cui was right. But the answer puzzled him.
"If he comes to seek revenge, I will tell him this." She said humbly, "I am a serious person and I will not participate in gambling."
"..." Both Liancheng and Qin Meng bet on the bet, and even the Marquis asked Liancheng to do so. He also gave Su Jintian a few days off.
"Reason?" Lian Erguan knew Qing Luo very well.
She sighed: "In this way, if I meet him, I can flatter him and say that I took him into custody, so that I can delay it for a while and you can come and save me."
"..." This stupid girl who is greedy for life and afraid of death is really the top expert of the City Patrol Division, Qingluo female ghost?
She knew very well how to dodge questions asked in the yamen and get through without any danger.
But even the second steward knew how to extract a confession, so she was forced to stay in the flower hall with them for three days and three nights before she could sort out the documents in the mansion.
The only thing Liancheng was surprised about was that Qing Niangzi actually let him see that she was denying her. But when he thought about it, it was naturally because Qing Niangzi was recuperating and didn't really take Liancheng seriously.
Liancheng wished for this, could it be that he was really willing to offend her?
If she is really poisoned and the poison comes from Mrs. Hou, Mr. Hou will never spare Mrs. Hou.
The second manager, Lian Er, wondered whether Qing Luo was destined to be the first wife? He would never cut off his own options.
After holding on for three days, Cao Xiwan was already prepared. She secretly praised herself, thanks to her cleverness, she had a plan in advance.
In the yamen, she has a city patrol department with hundreds of beasts and ghosts under her, and even the second manager could not defeat her before.
Can he win at home?
This is of course even more impossible.
She thought to herself, Qin Meng and Qin Baihu were no idlers. He was both a personal guard and a manager, so how could he sit here and read books and files all the time? Sure enough, in just one day, the people in the little flower hall changed.
Mother Luo replaced Qin Meng and came to the small flower hall to help read the brochures, and then Mr. Chen. Cao Xiwan was hypocritically worried about Mr. Chen's old injuries and asked to be moved to the small accounting room to sort out documents.
"It's warm over there."
This is the only reason.
Her small accounting room was originally connected to the big accounting room, but the room became empty.
Frost and snow pile up on the green eaves of the tiles, and the ice-lattice flowers on the red-painted lattice doors are lonely.
The room is in the back corner of the flower hall, next to the vast white rose garden. The snow is as white as a mirror. At first glance, it seems that no one has stayed or passed by. It is indeed sheltered from the wind.
Liancheng originally saw her intention to hide, lowered her head to drink tea, and refused to agree, but several old guards said: "Second Manager, the Guard Department is near the Second Gate, there should be a place for tea on duty."
That’s good.”
Lian Cheng was startled, and glanced at her, who looked surprised, as if she mentioned it casually, with a face that said it had nothing to do with her, and cursed secretly, but the faces of Luo's mother were hard to refuse, so he could only agree, she
The small account room was used as a small duty room for the Jinyi Guards and Guards Department in the mansion.
When Qin Meng turned around and came back, he also carried a food box in his hand. Inside was the hot pigeon soup that Madam Qing asked for Granny Song. There were four cups for everyone to share.
After all, Jin Yiwei, who was born in a monastery, is still easy to deceive - no, after all, he is still dedicated and sincere, so he may be suitable to be the personal bodyguard of the Marquis. He vaguely saw this meaning in the eyes of Manager Lian Er, and when he went to the kitchen to ask for soup
, Qin Meng was still hesitating in his heart, whether he should think more about Qing Niangzi's words in the future before agreeing.
But it's just a few cups of hot soup.
He stopped and looked blankly at the small flower hall where even the tables had been emptied. He didn't understand why he had only been gone for half a day and all the confidential files were gone.
Fortunately, he was still calm, thought about it, and inquired all the way. It turned out that he had moved?
Faced with the sudden appearance of a small duty room, he glanced at Qing Niangzi.
She was taking the pigeon soup, a silver-inlaid celadon cup, and an apricot leaf spoon. She lowered her head to scoop it up, blowing away the hot mist. Qin Meng remembered that Madam Qing seemed to come to Ermen often in the past few days.
Qin Meng instantly captured Cao Xiwan's thoughts. As the leader of the Security Department, he had extraordinary intuition about the real danger. She wanted to talk to Mr. Liu in Luoyuan. Although they seemed to be only in the Ermen Chunbo Corridor.
Encountered it once.
This small value room is just for the convenience of her coming to the second door.
Because Mama Luo and Granny Song are both here.
She is inconspicuous.
The paperwork boxes were brought over one by one, stacked on the table again, and started to be sorted.
As soon as the second steward Lien left, Cao Xiwan stopped trembling at the same place. She jumped out, opened her small secret room, and proudly greeted Mama Luo and Granny Song.
When they took a look, this small secret room was as small as a sparrow, but it had everything it needed.
There were vents, a charcoal stove, a washbasin stand, and a short couch that she hadn't taken away yet.
She uncovered the big blue cloth to keep out the dust. The bed was all covered with bedding. Mother Luo reached out and touched it. The osmanthus scented bag in the mezzanine was still there and was clean.
Cao Xiwan showed Mr. Chen again that she still had a few old fur mattresses and could lay out another one.
Father Chen quietly brought a recliner and placed it in the secret room, covering it with fur. It was warm and thick.
When Liancheng was away, several people took turns going into the secret room to rest, and each slept for a long time.
Qin Meng sat in front of the round table to tidy up. He knew it was laziness, but he didn't care.
There were times when he couldn't bear it anymore and needed to rest. Moreover, these were all seniors in the yamen, including Qing Niangzi, and they all sighed: "I'm getting older. It's not as good as when I was young."
What else can he say? Young people can carry it more.
Moreover, he saw a corset table in the secret room.
There is a hint of sandalwood ash on it.
Even in the air, there is the smell of cigarette smoke that only Buddhist disciples can smell.
He thought, Qing Niangzi used to burn Buddhist incense here every day, who did she sacrifice to?
He looked at Qing Niangzi, she was squatting in front of the brazier under the window.
The sunlight filtered through the snow outside the window, shining a light silver color on her face, making her look pale.
Yesterday, she complained that it was too cold, and even the second steward gave her a red velvet coat with a floral pattern and a double-breasted collar, covered with a brand-new azure lynx grandma's back. She accepted the gift and reluctantly continued to sit at the second door.
She was working outside. Looking at her now, she was wrapped in many layers, and her figure was actually a little thin.
In the entire Hou Mansion, she was dressed in this weird way. One layer of fleece wasn't enough, so she had to wear a layer of wool.
Only then did he see that he looked sick.
She held a piece of ginseng in her lips, held a copper-silver handle stove in her hand, and squatted by the charcoal stove to bake rice cakes.
She was so afraid of the cold after practicing San Gong. Qin Meng wondered if her illness was caused by poisoning.
The small tent is under the wall, and two pots of charcoal are burned to make it warmer.
She took out a few pieces of bright red charcoal and spent two hours cooking a small pot of medicinal porridge in a water stove. The aroma filled the air.
She ate the porridge and said, "Let's discuss it here next time." She also advised the older Granny Song and Father Chen to bring some health drinks to eat like her, "It's too cold in the flower hall."
Thanks to Qin Meng, a kind-hearted monk, he helped add a few more charcoal pots to the flower hall on the first day.
It was only in the past few days that she learned that Qin Meng was a sick child sent by his parents to become a novice monk in the temple.
Sweeping the floor in the temple like her.
Later he became a lay disciple.
She finished eating the health-preserving porridge, tithing, and began to stand devoutly in front of the window, counting the eighteen pearls with her fingers, closing her eyes and reciting Buddhist scriptures. As expected, the newly appointed Qin Baihu looked appreciative and stopped urging her.