After touching the tears on his face, Fuchangshe's expression returned to normal, then he turned to Fang Yiai and said, "By the way, this is the news about Yang Chen and his son and Yu Le that Young Master Fang asked me to inquire about before.
The news about Mr. Fang is the same. There is nothing suspicious about Yang and his son. However, Yu Le was once the adopted son of the Yang family in Beijing. When he was five years old, his adoptive father and his family all died unexpectedly. Later, Yu Le disappeared.
, until I met His Royal Highness the King of Wei last year." Fuchangshe's eyes flashed with confusion, and he took out a dozen information from the small bag at his side and handed it to Fang Yiai.
Seeing how Fuchangshe returned to normal so quickly, Fang Yiai couldn't help but clicked her tongue, wondering when she would be able to control her expression so freely? She raised her hand and took the hand from Fuchangshe.
I flipped through the information that came over page by page.
Yang Chengyi, Yang Chen's father, is only thirty-six years old. He has only one wife, the Yang family. She is the eldest concubine of the Yang family in the capital. The husband and wife are loving and harmonious. At the same time, he is an honest businessman and belongs to a branch of the Yang family in the capital. Yang Chen is
Yang Chengyi’s only son from his first wife was fifteen years old. Four years ago, Yang Chengyi asked the head of the Yang family, Yang Chen’s grandfather, for help, so that Yang Chen could study in the Imperial College.
The Yang family in the capital has a long history of martial arts, and because Yang Chen was smart and popular, Yang Chen's grandfather hired a martial arts master for Yang Chen since he was a child and taught Yang Chen boxing and kicking skills. Yang Chen was obviously talented in martial arts, and he was very quick with boxing and kicking.
The martial arts teachers also spoke highly of him.
"It's no wonder." Looking at the information in his hand that was much more detailed than the last message, Fang Yiai said with relief.
"By the way, Senior Fu, do you think it's possible that Yu Le is a craftsman trained by the World Alliance?" Fang Yiai took out a fire stick from his arms, blew it, lit the information in his hand, and squatted down.
Burning, he suddenly guessed without raising his head.
Fuchangshe was startled when he heard this, and said subconsciously, "No way? It is said that the emperor does not love King Wei in general. How can the emperor not find out the details of the people around King Wei?"
Fang Yiai shook her head, looked at the paper that was burned to ashes, clapped her hands, stood up and said, "The emperor's people checked it, but it was similar to the information you gave me the first time. If I hadn't reminded you, you might not have
We found out that Yu Le had been missing for six or seven years, right?"
"That's true." Fuchangshe thought for a moment and nodded.
"But Yu Le seems to have disappeared recently. I think it must be related to the emperor's assassination a few days ago. Therefore, even if Yu Le is not from the World Alliance, he must be related to the remnants of King Xi." Fang Yiai said.
"Stop the remnants of the king? By the way, I can't remember it if Mr. Fang didn't tell me. A few days ago, didn't Lin Yuanwai follow Mr. Fang's wishes and buy a farm on the north bank of Qing Canal in the western suburbs, and prepare to expand it into a larger winery?
?" Fuchangshe looked at Fang Yiai thoughtfully and opened his mouth to say.
"It's true. Xifeng Lie didn't have enough to sell, so I asked him to do this. But I haven't been to that village yet." Fang Yiai nodded and said.
"That day I went to Zhuangzi to ask for money from the forest officer. I found that many people came to Zhuangzi on the other side. They were Lianjiazi. Most of them stayed near Zhuangzi and did not go out or interact with the surrounding villagers.
." Fuchangshe narrowed his eyes and said in memory.
"I paid attention to it at that time, and I really discovered something." Fuchangshe looked at Fang Yiai with eyes bright and said.
"Oh? Senior Fu, please tell me." Fang Yiai said, waiting for Fu Changshe's next words with a focused expression.
"On the day Mr. Fang was assassinated, several faces disappeared in Zhuangzi, and the number was exactly ten." Fuchangshe said slowly.
"Ten?" Fang Yiai narrowed his eyes and repeated in a low voice.
After lowering his head and thinking for a while, Fang Yiai suddenly raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he looked at Fuchangshe, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly, "Senior Fu, are you sure you can get the news about these people without leaving a trace?"
To the Emperor’s people?”
"What are your plans?" Fuchangshe was startled. Fang Yiai's words were a bit unexpected. He thought that at Fang Yiai's age, after hearing the news, he would choose to take revenge. After all, the other party planned to put him in danger.
The two sides were locked in a fight to the death, and even Fu Changshe had already planned it in his heart. If Fang Yiai insisted on revenge, he would come forward to find someone to help. However, Fang Yiai actually planned to divert the trouble away.
"Since they are the people the emperor is looking for, let's go along with the flow. The emperor can't tolerate them anyway." Fang Yiai said, "I wonder if Senior Fu's people can do it without leaving any trace, taking it for granted, and not attracting any attention.
Someone led the emperor's people there out of suspicion?"
Fuchangshe looked at Fang Yiai carefully again, nodded and said, "It should be possible."
"It shouldn't work. You have to be absolutely sure. Otherwise, don't do it." Fang Yiai shook his head and said, "If you turn around and let the emperor's people discover the flaw, you will all be involved."
"That's it," Fu Changshe touched his chin, thought about it seriously, nodded seriously for a long time, and said solemnly, "Okay, I'll pick a few good people to do it. It won't leave any traces, Mr. Fang."
Just don’t worry.”
"Well," Fang Yiai nodded and warned worriedly, "It doesn't matter whether it is done or not, but you must put your own safety first, and remember not to take risks in front of the emperor's people! Do you understand?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Fang, I will definitely remember this," Fuchangshe said with his hands raised. Even he didn't realize that in the tone of his words, he seemed to have put Fang Yiai on the same level as him, and even
There is a hint of respect!
After bidding farewell to Fuchangshe, Fang Yiai walked slowly towards the Imperial Hospital holding a few freshly baked Hu cakes.
He also understood that the reason why those people assassinated him was because he recognized that person among them, and that person's status and weight should be high, otherwise he would not be able to kill an insignificant child like himself!
During the hunt a few days later, the emperor wanted to use himself as bait to lure the fish to the bait. It just so happened that it was disrespectful to come back without reciprocating, so it was better to let the emperor's people deal with those people, let alone himself.
I don’t have the ability to deal with those people, and besides, I can’t work for the emperor in vain, right? What’s more, this should also be a surprise to the emperor, right?
Therefore, Fang Yiai didn't feel any burden at all for letting Fuchangshe divert the trouble to the east and giving a large gift to the emperor in disguise. Instead, she felt that she would suffer no matter what. She also knew that in a few days, she would hunt for her own
Life will definitely not be easy.
After lamenting his fate, Fang Yiai entered Tai Hospital with ease.
However, Fang Yiai was a little surprised that the ginseng tea in the afternoon had returned to its normal taste, but she didn't take it to heart. She didn't hear the sound of Yan Wanru's master and servant pacing outside the study all afternoon, which made Fang Yiai feel even worse.
It was so comfortable, and the painting techniques were much more flexible than before, which earned Yan Liben a burst of praise.
In line with the order to harm Tai Hospital's medicinal materials, failure to do so would be disobedience. Fang Yiai, who considered herself "timid", hurriedly tried her best to harm Tai Hospital's medicinal materials before Lu Yi could return home. According to the order,
Using the methods of later generations, I brewed some ointments that can nourish the skin and remove scars, and also prepared two boxes of beauty creams for Mrs. Fang, the ones with peach blossom flavor.
Sadly, after the items were made, they were not hidden properly. Cheng Huailiang, Zhang Sunhuan, Du He, Qin Huaiyu and others discovered them and robbed them all. In the end, Cheng Huailiang complained, "You kid."
You’re not good enough. You guys are working so hard to manage inns and carriage shops to make money for you. You guys have good stuff and you’re still hiding it. You’re so heartless!”
"Get out!" Fang Yiai kicked Cheng Huailiang on the butt and said angrily, "Didn't you say that the scars on your body are your military medals as a man? Why do you need this scar removal thing!
"
"Leave it for my future wife to use after she gives birth to the baby!" Cheng Hualiang argued with a flick of his neck.
"cut!"
Invariably, he aroused everyone's contempt and ridicule.
"Take it, it will be useful for the scar on your back. After taking a bath every night, apply it before going to bed and let it dry for a while." Fang Yiai threw two bottles to Changsun Huan and said.
"Take it and give it to Uncle Qin. Although it doesn't have much effect on old scars, it can help to reduce it." Fang Yiai handed Qin Huaiyu two bottles and asked.
"Xiao He, keep it just in case. Otherwise, you can give it to your sweetheart to remove the acne marks on her face." Under Cheng Huailiang's distressed eyes, Fang Yiai handed two more bottles to Du He.
"My old man also has scars on his body, waiter, you can't be partial!" Cheng Huailiang stuffed the bottle he just grabbed into his arms and stared at the only two bottles left in Fang Yiai's hand, protesting.
said.
"I'll go back and deliver Uncle Cheng's in person to prevent someone from coming down to help his wife after she gives birth to the baby!" Fang Yiai rolled her eyes at Cheng Hualiang and said.
"Who? Who is so unfilial? Tell your brother that he is going to teach him a lesson. It's so heartless." Cheng Huailiang said with anger on his face. At the same time, his hands were already stretched out to grab the two bottles that Yiai kept throwing in his hand.
Scar removal ointment.
"I've never seen you so shameless!" Fang Yiai scolded with a smile, while letting Cheng Huailiang take away the two bottles of ointment.
"Yi'ai, what about you and Lu Yi?" Qin Huaiyu looked at Yi'ai in the forehead and said sheepishly.
"It's okay, I'll just make some more today." Fang Yiai waved her hand and said, "By the way, there's also some cream. Each of you can leave a box for each of the aunts."
As she said this, Fang Yiai signaled Fang Qi to give each of them a box of the prepared beauty and nourishing cream, and gave an extra box to Changsun Huan, asking him to go and please the Queen.
It wasn't until the eighth day after the accident that Fang Yiai brought a bunch of bottles and cans and contentedly accompanied Lu Yi on the carriage home.
As for the medical materials checked by Taiyuan Hospital and reported to Li Shimin, Li Shimin looked at the various list of medicines that Fang Yiai was ordered to give, and the corners of his mouth twitched with distress. That was not an issue that Fang Yiai cared about.