Chapter 292 Old Things, No Hidden

Seeing Leng Xuanrong take over the small tea bucket, An Pingzhi's smile became more comfortable. Leng Xuanrong put the small tea bucket into her arms. At this time, she was more sure that An Pingzhi's mood today was really surprisingly good.

After a moment of silence, An Pingzhi asked Leng Xuanrong why he came to the Prime Minister's mansion.

"If there is nothing that others can't solve, I'm afraid that the cold girl won't risk coming here to find me, will she?" An Pingzhi smiled.

Leng Xuanrong did not deny, "I can only ask the eldest son for advice on this matter."

"Because the young master of the emperor's mansion went to the palace and drove with him, King Xiaohan is now mysteriously doing something and has no time to pay attention to you, right?" An Pingzhi pushed the teacup in front of him aside, supported his elbow on the table and looked at Leng Xuanrong with his chin. But before Leng Xuanrong could say anything, An Pingzhi immediately smiled and said, "Although there is no definite news in the court, nine out of ten Enke will not do it. You can go back and tell Liu Mingchu, who lives in the house that the young master of the Imperial Palace bought for Liang Muhan. Even if Enke is gone, he can't go home. His home is under the jurisdiction of Wuming County, and together with the sons who scolded the Prime Minister behind his back, they could not return home. And the person who can't let them go home is not the prime minister they keep scolding every day, but the county magistrate of Wuming County, the traitor He Lijing.

Leng Xuanrong sat there with a teacup in her hand and looked at An Pingzhi, obviously knowing everything, which made Leng Xuanrong completely unaware of how to deal with it. I think so. Several servants in the yard where Leng Xuanrong lived were sent by An Pingzhi. Those people are obvious eyeliners. The news of Xiaohua Niang and Liu Ming's first arrival will naturally reach An Pingzhi's ears...

Just thinking of this, Leng Xuanrong suddenly fought a cold war. Although the teacup in her hand was still steaming, Leng Xuanrong felt that the surrounding temperature had suddenly dropped, and the comfortable feeling just now also disappeared.

Since An Pingzhi even knew about the arrival of Xiaohua Niang and Liu Mingchu, he even knew Liu Mingchu's identity, and even knew about Liu Mingchu and his companions scolding An Longyi... Then Leng Xuanrong took Shouju out to see Qi Zongyan's men last night... Can An Pingzhi not know?

If the two things are put together, how can An Pingzhi be so smart that he can't see the connection?

Is it that... he already knows the real intention of coming here?

Leng Xuanrong sat like a wooden clay sculpture. She didn't know how to deal with the current situation. She didn't even know whether she should pretend to be doing nothing or escape as soon as possible.

"Reng Xuanrong, what's wrong with you?"

Before, An Pingzhi's words sounded so clear and warm, but at this time, when he opened his mouth again, Leng Xuanrong could only feel a piercing chill. The unchanging smile on his face seemed to be no longer just happy. The chill came out of his nearly transparent eyes, and Leng Xuanrong almost dared not look directly!

"no..."

A word was squeezed out, but Leng Xuanrong's voice trembled obviously.

"Hmm?" An Pingzhi seemed to be a little stunned. He raised the slender and beautiful hand, gently covered Leng Xuanrong's hand, and then smiled and whispered, "What makes you tremble so much? Is it because Liu Mingchu and those people can't go home? Because I mentioned He Lijing, did I make you angry? Um...do you think of Zeng Yanliang? Or... are you scared because you think of something else? Hahaha... You are really difficult to understand..."

The more difficult person to understand is you...

The warm feeling came from An Pingzhi's palm, and Leng Xuanrong's thoughts finally recovered a little. She was extremely confused. What on earth did the man in front of her do? What on earth is he going to do?

"Ceng Xuanrong, I heard that you and Liu Mingchu are old acquaintances?" An Pingzhi seems to be very interested in this person.

Leng Xuanrong tried to suppress the chill that came up from the bottom of her heart, stabilized her voice, lowered her voice as much as possible, and said, "It's all... when I was in Kunyan County... Some old things... I've only seen it once, it's not an old knowledge..."

An Pingzhi unconsciously clenched Leng Xuanrong's hand, "Told on, I'm just curious about your past."

At that moment, Leng Xuanrong only felt as if he was a prey stared at by a python. His incomparable despair was in his heart. Fortunately, the temperature from the palm of Anping's hand immediately dispersed this despair. Leng Xuanrong secretly said to herself that the man in front of him is just a flesh-and-blood ordinary person. As long as he treats him calmly, he will definitely be fine...

Leng Xuanrong stabilized her mind and talked about the fact that her father Leng Chengqi lingered in Li Duen's gambling house, and then was cheated by the mainland media mother and Li Duen to sign a marriage contract and sold Leng Xuanrong to the Liu family. When Leng Xuanrong talked about Liu Mingchu's brother's death after his family wanted to forcibly marry Leng Xuanrong, An Pingzhi's face also showed disgust.

"Damn it!" An Pingzhi's voice was much colder, "The Liu family and the mainland matchmaker, together with the gambling house owner Li Du'en, all deserve to die!" After saying that, he comforted Leng Xuanrong softly, "You are indeed a smart woman. It's really rare to save yourself under such circumstances. If you had married that dead man at that time, I would probably have had a lot less fun now.

Leng Xuanrong couldn't help lowering her head and closing her eyes when she heard the words. Leng Xuanrong was really happy to escape the marriage, but for An Pingzhi, she would rather maintain the way she saw in her previous life.

"Cold girl..." An Pingzhi patted Leng Xuanrong on the shoulder and whispered, "Let's talk about your past. How did you kill them after escaping the marriage?

An Pingzhi's words shocked Leng Xuanrong. She suddenly looked up and saw An Pingzhi still looking at her with a smile, and her voice was still soft. "Are both mainland media and Li Duen dead? The Liu family also died. If you don't know how they died, I don't believe it.

Leng Xuanrong tried to open her mouth to deny it, but she couldn't make any sound. Her body began to tremble again, and this time there was no way to suppress the trembling. The figure of the mainland media woman flashed in front of her eyes, the arm thrown out by Li Duen, and the tragic scene of Liu family in Liu Chengzhuang. These were all caused by her hands. Because she suffered endless pain in her previous life, she revenged like this in this life. Those are her enemies. She remembers everything she has done, and these memories dilute the painful memories of her previous life. She could easily say how she let the mainland matchmaker and Li Duen be killed, but in the face of An Pingzhi's indifferent smile, she couldn't say anything. Only fear, like countless nights awakened by nightmares. Only fear.

Why be afraid? Those people deserve to die.

"Don't you want to say it?" An Pingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and finally let go of the hand that had been holding Leng Xuanrong tightly. He picked up the purple sand teapot and looked at it carefully, and then threw the exquisite teapot behind Leng Xuanrong.

The purple sand teapot smashed with a crack, and the tea inside splashed everywhere, but the relaxing fragrance of tea in the room became stronger.

Leng Xuanrong didn't dare to move. She looked at An Pingzhi in horror and wanted to see what he was going to do from his expression. She wanted to see from his eyes whether he was angry because he knew her connection with Qi Zongyan and whether he wanted to kill her. But she didn't see anything. An Pingzhi seemed to be in a good mood. Even when he dropped the teapot, he smiled as shallowly as a matter of course.

"Don't be afraid." An Pingzhi whispered, "You seem to like the smell of this tea. It tastes a little stronger."

He supported the table with his elbow again, looked at Leng Xuanrong with his chin, and asked, "What are you going to do with Liu Mingchu? Kill them with the help of others like those people? If you have this plan, why don't you say it now? I'll ask someone to bring others back immediately, so that you don't waste that little thought.

Leng Xuanrong didn't know why An Pingzhi said so, but she felt that if she really nodded now, it won't be long before she could really see Liu Ming's bloody head.

"No." Leng Xuanrong said in a trembling voice, "I have no grudge against Liu Mingchu. Why should I kill him..."

"Because you want revenge." An Pingzhi looked at Leng Xuanrong with his cold eyes and said quietly, "I heard that there is a small shop selling pen, ink, paper and inkstone in Nayan County. There is a shopkeeper surnamed Han in the store. He quarreled with you and then died tragically in the store?"

When Leng Xuanrong heard An Pingzhi mention the shopkeeper Han, a deeper fear suddenly appeared in her eyes.

An Pingzhi raised the corners of his mouth, "I heard that the shopkeeper Han is a distant relative of a housekeeper in the Prime Minister's mansion, and I also heard about this from the housekeeper. Mr. Han's family also came to the imperial city once... This is just a starting point. Then, the mainland matchmaker, the Liu family, Li Duen, and then Liang Qiurong's family? I can't help but be about after hearing about one thing after another. If I hadn't deliberately asked someone to investigate, I really wouldn't have seen how much these things have to do with you. However, the cause and effect still can't be erased. Leng Xuanrong, you are really more powerful than I thought.

An Pingzhi's admiration seems to be from the heart, but Leng Xuanrong is like falling into an ice cave at this moment. Her hands still remained the way they were clenched by An Pingzhi, and the fragrance of tea around her seemed to have turned into a strong poisonous fog, blocking Leng Xuanrong's nose and mouth little by little, and she gradually couldn't breathe.

What is he talking about? What on earth does he know? Why...does he even know about his revenge?

An Pingzhi looked coldly at Leng Xuanrong's face and became as pale as paper, and the corners of his mouth picked up slightly again.