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Without waiting for Zhuyuan to say anything, Concubine Shu turned to Yurong again: "If it weren't for you to wait for so many years, you would have been sent to Shen Xing Division by me long ago."

Yurong's face was pale.

Yu Ping hurriedly persuaded: "Manny, Yu Rong is just too worried about you. You have a large number of adults, so don't worry about her."

Concubine Shu's tone was poor: "Worry, what are you worried about? After having been with me for so many years, don't you know that I--"

The words simmered abruptly, and her head was dizzy, and she almost fell over when she stood unstable.

Yuping hurriedly held her.

Even Yurong flew over to save her thigh: "Manny!"

Zhu Yuan was taken aback and took the first two steps: "Niang," she carefully looked at Concubine Shu's overly thick makeup, frowning and said, "If you are unwell, don't avoid doctors."

"Okay." Concubine Shu stood firmly and pushed Yurong away and gave her an unhappy look. "This has nothing to do with you."

Zhu Yuan:...

Forget it, don't care about the patient.

Concubine Shu glanced at Yu Rong, who was crying, but she was still soft-hearted: "You are not happy to let you go out of the palace, and I will let others go."

At any rate, there is no need to be this villain. Yu Rong breathed a sigh of relief, breaking his tears into a smile, kowtow and said: "Xie Niangniang will not chase the slaves."

Yuping also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "If Yu Rong leaves, the slave and maid will not know who to discuss with her if she has anything to do."

Concubine Shu said softly: "Okay, don't say more." She pinched her eyebrows again, "I'm tired, help me to lie down."

Yu Rong hurriedly got up, and assisted her to walk towards the inner room with Yu Ping.

Zhu Yuan who was left alone:...

Fortunately, Yurong still remembered her, with blood on her head coming over to let the little palace lady lead her out.

Zhu Yuanyuan wanted to inquire, but seeing her worried look on her head, she had to suppress her doubts and go out of the palace obediently-it was temporarily mixed up, no need to look at the faces of the people around Concubine Shu.

Back to Zhuozhuo Bookstore, Zhu Yuan was not busy with work, first closed the door, spread the paper, rubbed the ink and made a report with Xie Zheng.

[OO, your mother is unwell, she refuses to see a doctor]

Xie Zheng, who was discussing with his staff, frowned, quickly finished the matter, and let people back down.

[You entered the palace? 】

Zhu Yuan thought he was not here and was burning the paper he had just written. Seeing his answer, he rushed back: [Yes]

She talked about today's things swishly, and then said, [She hasn't paid attention to my business for several months, so why did she come to trouble me all her illness? Yesterday you said that there was a ghost, and this happened today, there must be a problem in it. 】

Xie Zheng sighed secretly: [She has always been like this, don’t worry about it]

Zhu Yuan paused, and cautiously said: [You mean? 】

[Perhaps your business is booming recently, and she blames me when she is unwell] Xie Zheng laughed at himself.

Zhu Yuan pursed her lips. This is the first time Xie Zheng talked to her about the relationship between mother and child-the kind before the identity was not revealed.

[You mean, she really believes in the relationship between mother and child? 】

After a long time, the opposite side slowly wrote the word "um".

[She used to blame you for her bad health? ] Zhu Yuan couldn't believe it.

【Ok】

[Isn't she looking for a doctor? 】

[Several times, the imperial doctor couldn't find out the reason, and he would only prescribe some innocuous pure heart and nourishing prescriptions] Now that the chat was over, Xie Zheng stopped being hypocritical.

【As long as I have a bad life, her body will be healthy as normal. After coming down several times, she is convinced] It is also convenient for communication on paper. Xie Zheng thought secretly. If face-to-face, he would never discuss these topics with others...

Zhu Yuan didn't know how to comfort him anymore. She thought of the rumors that she had heard before that Xie Zheng, as a prince, should not be beaten or scolded, but there is always a difference between having a mother and having a mother for a few years old.

In addition, the people in the palace stepped high and flattered, and they didn't know what kind of suffering he had suffered for such a proud person.

She was about to divert the topic, her eyes swept across the charcoal bowl that was lit up with sparks, and she thought of what she had talked about yesterday: [You said that there was a ghost yesterday, but this happened today, is there any problem? 】

[Well, someone made a ghost] Xie Zheng frankly, [I dug two nails before I left, and under torture, I learned something. 】

Zhu Yuan asked: [Didn’t she manage the harem together? Having been in the palace for more than ten years, don’t you know that there is a problem? 】

[The Zhaochun Palace is indeed very clean. The two nails I dug away are the grandmother in the tea room and the grandmother in charge of the sundries. Both of them have been with her for more than ten years, so it can be seen that others have managed so deeply] It's no wonder she was recruited.

It's been so long in ambush. Zhu Yuan is speechless: [Then how did you get people out? 】

It's not easy to get rid of, is it not easy to get sick and disabled? But there is no need to tell her more about these. [You don’t have to worry about these. There should be a nail, wait till you pull it out]

It's just that some ideas are deeply ingrained, and they are not easy to get rid of. Xie Zheng thought to himself with a mockery.

[Too difficult] Zhu Yuan sighed, [I changed to me, this kind of day, I would rather not]

Xie Zheng:...

【so what to do now? Keep waiting? If your people didn't turn out the nails, wouldn't I suffer? 】

Xie Zheng helpless: [From the situation reported by Anqing, no clues have been found yet]

Commanding Zhu Yuan blindly: [Then check one by one, check everyone in that palace one by one]

[All over]

[Can't find it? Are all the women in the field so good these days? 】

Xie Zheng was speechless.

Zhu Yuan touched her chin: [At this time, it's time to make a move]

【? 】

[A woman's sixth sense! 】

Xie Zheng squinted: [What's the explanation for the sixth sense? 】

[Sixth sense, referred to as predictive ability! ] Zhu Yuan promised, [I think there is someone who is quite suspicious, please focus on her! 】

【……】

[Anyway, you can't find it out, try it! ] Zhu Yuan rascal said.

Xie Zheng helped his forehead: [Talk about it]

[Yuping. I think she has a big problem. After Zhu Yuan said, [Hum, your message is too slow, I will talk to Anqing myself when I turn around! 】

Xie Zheng: "..."

"Master." An Fu knocked on the door and came in.

"What's the matter?" Without raising his head, Xie Zheng wrote the sentence "You arrange, something is going to happen, let's talk back." Then he took up his pen and began to rub the paper ball.

"Qian Dahu and a few people beg to see you."

Xie Zheng frowned and looked up at him: "What is the so-called?"

An Fu whispered: "No, it's Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days. They said that if they want to see their children, it would be better to have a reunion dinner with them."

For this...

At the beginning of the year, Xie Zheng ordered the people to take away all the children and grandchildren of the big family who had been entrenched in Ning for many years, and secretly sent them to other state capitals to raise them.

They are only allowed to pay monthly expenses for food, clothing, housing and transportation and repairs.

The children of all families are in his hands. Naturally, I dare not fail, but he will be careful every time I meet. Today, my grandfather is dying and wants to see his grandson. Minger’s mother is seriously ill and wants his grandchildren to be filial before bed... The reasons for this are constantly emerging.

Xie Zheng didn't give up, and didn't let them see anyone at all.

However, every ten days, people are asked to send back a batch of letters, all of which are written by their own children and grandchildren.

The crooked and crooked handwriting is hard to recognize at the age of five or six, and those from nine to ten years old can still read the handwriting.

In addition to reporting on safety, the letter will also talk about their daily lives. For example, what you learned and ate during this period.

In addition, most children complain in the letter, for example, they have to wash their clothes, clean the house, and occasionally have to go fishing in the pond and add vegetables.

This is true for dozens of letters, each with different expressions, but roughly the same content.

A total of several companies is naturally trustworthy. Knowing that their children are safe, they were relieved anyway, and secretly sent people to follow these clues to find them, and they were respectful on the face, for fear that the children would not find them and provoked Xie Zheng.

No matter what, these people finally settled down.

With their cooperation, Xie Zheng's development plan began to slowly get on track.

Therefore, Xie Zheng was not upset after listening to An Fu's words.

He threw the ball of paper into the brazier and asked, "Are they obedient lately?"

An Fu smiled: "Observable, very obedient. If you are not obedient, how can the minion help them run this trip? You don't even need to pay the tax last month, so I obediently went to the government office to pay it."

Xie Zheng gave up. He thought for a while and said, "I remember there are several from the Wu family, Liu family, and Zhang family, and pick a small one and send it back." These companies are more cooperative.

"...Yes." An Fu sullenly, "The Qian family?"

Xie Zheng gave him a cold look.

An Fu immediately shrunk his neck: "Master, don't think too much about it. It's not that the big tiger can toss too much, chasing the minion every day, and the minion can't hold it..." It wasn't that he had accepted any bribes.

It's not that he doesn't know his own master's temperament, how dare he~

Xie Zheng's expression eased, and he asked, "Is it clear what the Qian family has in his hands?"

"Not sure, but the guess is..." An Fu chuckled, and rubbed his forefinger with his thumb, and said, "There is this."

Xie Zhengyan: "Silver mine?"

If there is a silver mine...

If you were told by Zhuyuan’s little money fan, I’m afraid it’s going to be yelling again, right?

Zhu Yuan, who was far away in the capital, sneezed.

Who? Which **** scolded her?