Chapter 42 Visit

(Ask for tickets and collect~La la, everyone~ If you have any comments, please don't be stingy~)

"Please." An Shengqing closed the fan and thanked him with his fists, and then sat down rudely.

Feng Weiqing went to the door and called the servant to explain a few words, and then went to An Shengqing to sit down.

"I don't know what happened to Mr. An's arrival today?

"This time I came here purely under the order of my brother." An Shengqing opened the folding fan with a brush and shook it carelessly.

"Cold-faced evil?" Feng Weiqing picked up a beautiful sword eyebrow and looked at An Shengqing playfully, "There should be no peace with your brother, right?"

"Oh, no, I think Brother Feng may have misunderstood." An Shengqing put away the folding fan and leaned back of the chair to find a comfortable posture. "My brother didn't have a holiday with Brother Feng before he asked me to come down."

"That's..."

"Ha," he grinned and showed a beautiful smile that killed all sentient beings, men, women and children. After three seconds, he probably laughed enough. Then An Shengqing said, "I don't know if Brother Feng has ever heard of Jingzhou drought officials swallowing grain and selling it at a high price?"

"I've heard a little," but because Aofengbao is located at the top of the territory of the Jinluo Dynasty, it is far away from Jingzhou, which is located on the left edge, and Aofengbao rarely interferes with the court. This kind of news is generally just a general matter. "Is your brother related to this matter?"

"That's not true."

It happened that the servants brought tea. An Shengqing picked up the teacup unhurriedly, slowly blew the tea floating on the water, and then gently took a sip. "Top Biluochun is really extraordinary. It's fragrant and mellow enough.

"I think Jing will explain the cause and effect of this matter. After all, he is the protagonist." With his head slightly back, An Shengqing winked at Prince Rui, "Jing, it's your turn."

"Have you arrived at me?" Yu Wenjing, who was busy studying his whole set of Qinglong inkstones at Feng Weiqing's desk, immediately raised his head when he heard his name and pointed to his nose to confirm again, "Me?"

"Who else has Jing's name here besides you?" An Shengqing's forehead is wrapped in a black line. Why on earth did he get along with this stupid prince who likes to pretend to be innocent in the middle of winter? I can't figure it out.

Feng Weiqing looked blankly at the two famous prodigal sons in the capital performing inappropriate communication between people in front of him. He really didn't even want to open his mouth.

He peeked at Feng Weiqing and saw that he just sat down and drank tea without objection. Yu Wenjing also took the right to take it as acquiescence and immediately became energetic, so he cleared his throat and planned to list all the contexts. "Well, well, I will explain this incident. First of all, I have to explain that this matter is very implicated, and a little carelessness will lead to unpredictable and extremely bad consequences, so it is necessary for me to start from the day when I was uploaded by the emperor into the palace to play hide-and-seek, the king and the emperor..."

"Let's talk about it." A faint crossroads appeared on the forehead. Feng Weiqing narrowed his eyes dangerously and shouted in a low voice.

"Uh...uh, yes." Being so scared by Feng Weiqing, Yu Wenjing immediately pouted and obediently swallowed the remaining basket of nonsense back into his stomach as inventory.

"..." An Shengqing, who was the audience beside him, quickly opened the fan and covered most of his face. The mouth behind the fan almost grinned behind his head, but he didn't dare to laugh.

"Cough, that's it." Yuwen Jingqing cleared his throat and forced himself to pretend to be serious. "Everyone knows that the general of Jingzhou and the rice shop boss stole the disaster relief food for resale. Although this matter has been investigated and dealt with by Shang Shuli Zheng of the Qing Dynasty, and a group of people have also been handed over to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, because the main messenger behind the scenes was arrested. The whereabouts of all the money after the resale is unknown. Jingzhou is still devastated, with hungry people everywhere, and even frequent plagues. In order to solve the problem of the victims as soon as possible, the emperor decided to investigate the whereabouts of the resale of official grain and silver on the one hand, and on the other hand, reliable people escort another batch of official banks to Jingzhou secretly to deal with relief.

"The sound hits the east and the west." Feng Weiqing pondered and tapped the back of the chair rhythmically with his slender fingers, "Go on."

"The emperor appointed me with full authority to manage this official bank escort operation. I have selected a team of 40 bodyguards with high martial arts skills in the Guard, and now there are only two real masters to be the chief and deputy darts.

"You want me and Mr. An..." Feng Weiqing had a little understanding of the situation. He just wanted to open his mouth, but he didn't expect An Shengqing to take a step earlier than him.

"That's right! That is, Brother Feng, you should be the chief dart head, and then the deputy dart head.

"Yes, yes, yes." Yu Wenjing nodded and echoed, "That's right."

"Oh." He answered faintly, his tone was turbulent, and Fengwei lowered his eyes.

"The emperor promised to be rewarded after it is completed." Fearing that Feng Weiqing would turn his head and refuse, Yu Wenjing hurriedly added another sentence.

"Ha, I don't know what kind of reward it is?" With a fan handle against his chin, An Shengqing pretended to be interested and sang with Yu Wenjing.

"I have heard the emperor's promise that the beautiful woman will come to you choose from. You also know that there is no beauty you want by the emperor's order, right?" Looking at the meeting with An Shengqing in the air, Yu Wenjing immediately agreed. Yang raised his voice and pretended to introduce enthusiastically, "Moreover, I also heard that as long as the drought is resolved for a while, he will also give the blood coral platform paid tribute in southern Xinjiang to the most meritorious person."

"Is it the one-blooded coral platform that claims to be the largest and most gorgeous in the world and is regarded as a national treasure by all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang? That's priceless." In the same exaggerated tone, An Shengqing pretended to be decent.

"More than that, I also heard..."

"I promise." Feng Weiqing, who had been silent, suddenly said, and raised his head and turned his face to the two happy people who were acting.

"But it's a condition for me."

"What?!"

Both of them didn't expect that Feng Weiqing would agree so quickly. They were stunned by the sentence "I promise" and looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

"Well, okay, you said that I have agreed on behalf of the emperor." After being severely hit by An Shengqing's stomach, Yu Wenjing finally reacted and hurriedly piled up with a smile on his face and said flatteringly.

"Give me half a month." Feng Weiqing was not talky and said his conditions directly, "My condition is to give me half a month. I will naturally set off immediately after half a month.

"This..."

Yu Wenjing suddenly realized that he had agreed too quickly, saying that it was any condition, but this was too special and was not in his budget at all. Disaster relief is urgent. Although he is a dung bee, he at least knows how important the arrival date of this group of official banks is. As long as he arrives one day early, he can save many people. But now Feng Weiqing has to delay the departure for half a month. How can he agree?

Looking at An Shengqing, the latter immediately realized, "I don't know what Brother Feng wants to do in this half-month period?"

Without answering his question directly, Feng Weiqing just turned his face out of the window, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes. "I have a thing that must be done. If it's inconvenient, forget it."

Hey! What?! Forget it? How can that be!

"Okay, I promise you, I promise you everything." Well, half a month is half a month. It's lucky to be able to make this dead face agree. Let's go back and discuss it with the emperor's nephew.

"The grain and fodder sent by Li Shangshu last time should be able to hold on for a while. The king will report to the emperor first, prepare the official silver, and leave in half a month."

"Okay, that's it. Brother Feng, let's cooperate happily. Let's toast Brother Feng with tea instead of wine. Please!"

After saying that, An Shengqing bent the corners of his mouth and drank all the teacup.

Feng Weiqing also followed him and drank all the tea in the cup.

"Actually, Feng has something else to ask Mr. An." Putting down the teacup, Feng Weiqing opened his mouth faintly and was still expressionless, but his deep eyes like the bottom of the lake that would not make waves stared at An Shengqing.

"Brother Feng, please say it."

Although it was quite surprised that this guy, who was as cold and cool as his brother, wanted to ask questions by himself, An Shengqing responded quickly.

"I don't know if Mr. An has been to the clip slope at the beginning of this month?"

"Clip slope?!" An Shengqing turned his head and thought, and then laughed, "Brother Feng may not know. Since the end of last month, he has been resting at home because he is not feeling well and has not been out."

"That's right, this guy used to be like this. He is always sick for a month every year, and he is not even interested in asking him to go to Zuichunlou to drink flower wine." Yu Wenjing came over, stretched out his right hand around An Shengqing's neck and clamped him under his arm. "This guy was more greedy for beauty than me when he was not sick."

"Real?" Feng Weiqing pondered and couldn't help looking up at An Shengqing. It was really too similar. Except for the flame mark, An Shengqing and the red ** woman he met on the clip slope were simply printed by the same mold. That's why he felt very familiar when he met her on the clip slope.

"Brother Feng, did you see me on the clip slope?"

"Oh, no, at that time, Feng saw a girl in red, not Mr. An. Now that I think about it, it should be Miss An.

"Miss Ann... Do you mean Joya?" Yu Wenjing's extremely boring interpolation.

"Joya?!" Feng Weiqing chewed these two words, a special name.

"Jia is not the only precious sister of Qing."

"But Qiao Ya doesn't look like Qing at all, although she is also a little beauty." Yu Wenjing searched for the only memory in his memory, "Is it someone pretending to be?"

"There are indeed people pretending to be, but it's not that girl, but a changeable boy."

"What?!" Changeable boy?!

"That dead child dares to borrow my young master's face and dress up as a woman???" An Shengqing almost didn't change when the bomb spewed out. "If I meet him next time, I have to give up his hands to plagiarize other people's faces!"

"He has been taught a good lesson by the girl in red." Feng Weiqing added a sentence, so that An Shengqing would not really play with human bombs in his study.

"Haha, that's good. No matter who that girl is, what she did is really gratifying."

"Are you sure that Mr. An has only one sister?"

"Of course."

"However," An Shengqing scratched her head, "My father lives in Hidden Mountain nearby, and my little sister also lives there, but she should not be able to change her face..."

"So that's..."

With a faint opening, Feng Weiqing stretched out his left hand and touched his chest. Where the emerald earring was located, his mind turned a lot.

In the end, does the appearance of 'her' have anything to do with the girl in red?