Chapter 150 Valley Blood Light, Wooden Box Trick

Leng Chengqi's gradual improvement made Leng Xuanrong breathe a sigh of relief, but when they talked about the situation in Kunyan County, Leng Chengqi couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile.

Sure enough, as they expected before, although Leng Chengqi, the county magistrate, took office, all the affairs in the county government were basically in the hands of He Lijing's minions. Leng Chengqi did not want to argue with them about these things, so he let it go. In this way, they became more unscrupulous.

"Now my father is followed when he goes out, and he is not much different from the prisoner all day."

Hearing what Leng Chengqi said, there was a tingling in Leng Xuanrong's heart.

"Father... Why don't I write to Mr. Dou to ask what the prince means..."

Leng Chengqi waved his hand with a smile and said to Leng Xuanrong, "I'm afraid even Mr. Dou can't figure out what the prince means now. Although I look like a prisoner here, I live a leisurely life with the calligraphy and paintings he left behind. Xuanrong, you don't have to worry about your father.

After talking about Leng Chengqi's side, he asked about Wuming County and Yaqingmo Pavilion.

Leng Xuanrong answered one by one, and then comforted his father, "Since the prince has not clearly instructed me and Brother Yan Liang to do something, He Lijing probably won't do anything. Brother Yan Liang went outside to inquire about the news from time to time, and there seemed to be no movement.

Ceng Chengqi nodded and sighed, "Now it only depends on what's going on in the imperial city... The prince and the emperor... It's difficult..."

The three sat together and chatted for most of the night. Leng Chengqi did not want Leng Xuanrong and Zeng Yanliang to stay here for a long time, so as not to make He Lijing suspicious again, so after breakfast the next day, Leng Xuanrong and Zeng Yanliang returned to Wuming County.

When passing through the valley again, Zeng Yanliang specially got off his horse to check. After looking around, Zeng Yanliang returned to Leng Xuanrong with a gloomy face and told her that An Pingzhi was probably killed by his men to kill all the robbers he had caught.

"Kill?" Leng Xuanrong's eyes widened in surprise. In her impression, the eldest son is not such a cruel person...

"I don't know where the body was lost, but the blood stains over there... should not be wrong. Kill them all..." Zeng Yanliang turned over and left this place with Leng Xuanrong as fast as possible.

When the two returned to the Raven Green Ink Pavilion again, they immediately heard the news about An Pingzhi from the guys.

"The eldest son of the Prime Minister's family lived in the mansion of Lord He, the county magistrate!" Lao Jiu pretended to be mysterious and said to Leng Xuanrong and Zeng Yanliang, "I heard that it came for the marriage of the two families. Lord He spent a lot of effort on this matter. This time, I don't know whether the eldest son decided to marry Miss He or destroy the marriage.

Good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles away. The attitude of the parents of the first prime minister to the marriage has spread as early as when the first person in the imperial city said that they wanted to postpone the wedding.

"I heard that the eldest son is also scary enough." Lao Jiu sighed, "Poor the virtuous and beautiful Miss He, a good lady, not only a stepping stone for his father's career, but also a laughing stock of everyone. If the eldest son doesn't want her, I don't think the girl will survive..."

Leng Xuanrong was a little irritable when she heard Lao Jiu's words, so she got up and left first.

Returning to her room, Leng Xuanrong pounded the table fiercely and thought to herself, how many people knew her true face of the virtuous and beautiful Miss He? If she hadn't been vain and admired the glory and wealth of the An family, I'm afraid she wouldn't have fallen to where she is today. And if the eldest son An Pingzhi really marries her, it should also wrong the eldest son...

Thinking of this, Leng Xuanrong stepped out of the house, stood in the courtyard and looked up at the bright moon. Looking back on all kinds of things in her previous life, she realized something. The songs of the eldest son in the previous life always aroused the heaviest pain in Leng Xuanrong's heart. At that time, Leng Xuanrong was only immersed in her own pain, but never thought of anything else. Now that I think about it, the eldest son who plays those songs may have a lot of pains in his heart that he can't tell others.

Leng Xuanrong still remembers clearly what the eldest son of his previous life did in Wuming County. At that time, she was just a humble person who was not even a slave, and many things were heard from the servants. It was because of those things that the eldest son made up his mind to marry He Ruiping back. After marrying her, the eldest son still played sad songs that no one appreciated in the dead of night, which means that the eldest son did not like He Ruiping at all. He has never liked He Ruiping.

In that case...

Leng Xuanrong took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and a big stone in her heart seemed to slowly fall to the ground.

The visit of the eldest son of the first prime minister's family in Wuming County soon became the most sensational news in Wuming County. Those customers in the Raven Green Ink Pavilion talk about this matter from time to time. Leng Xuanrong was also a little uncertain. Although she had eyes and let her meet Mr. An before, how things would develop in the future were all in the hands of the eldest son.

After three days, there is still no movement. Leng Xuanrong has begun to think about another plan.

But on the fourth day, a soft sedan chair suddenly came in front of the door of the Raven Green Ink Pavilion. When the people in the sedan chair came out of the sedan chair, the guys who saw this scene couldn't help but be stunned.

In midsummer, there will be a man like an ice sculpture standing in front of the door of the Raven Green Ink Pavilion. If it hadn't been for someone holding an oil-paper umbrella to block the sun for him, I'm afraid that everyone would be worried that he would be sunburned by the sun overhead.

The exciting guy ran to call Meng Zhuangqing as soon as possible.

Meng Zhuangqing hurried out and looked at the prince standing in front of the door. He hurried forward to bow his hand and said, "The eldest son is coming. Please forgive me if you are far away."

Anpingzhi waved his hand, stepped into the Raven Green Ink Pavilion, looked up and whispered, "I heard that this is the industry given to Mr. Dou in the imperial palace by King Xiaohan?"

"That's true." Meng Zhuangqing's face is a little ugly. He also came out of the imperial city, and he had heard about this eldest son for a long time. If it were in the imperial city, I'm afraid Meng Zhuangqing would not have had the opportunity to talk to the eldest son like this at all.

Meng Zhuangqing has been serving the prince Du Yilin, and the prince and the first assistant prime minister are at odds with each other, so the two sides rarely have nothing to do with each other. What's more, as Meng Zhuangqing, in the eyes of his parents, I'm afraid he is not even as good as the man who just held an umbrella for him.

Just as Meng Zhuang's forehead began to ooze sweat, An Pingzhi suddenly asked, "Is the cold girl back?"

Meng Zhuangqing was stunned when he heard the words.

"Cold...Cold girl?"

"Miss Leng Xuanrong, hasn't she come back yet?" An Pingzhi looked at Meng Zhuangqing and asked.

Meng Zhuangqing actually noticed An Pingzhi's eyes first. They were not as brown and black as ordinary people, but light gray...

Hey? What did he just say? Leng Xuanrong, a cold girl? Why did he know Leng Xuanrong?

Hey? Why does his tone seem to be acquainted with Leng Xuanrong?

Ceng Xuanrong?

Who is Leng Xuanrong?

Isn't she a little girl from Yan County? She has a friendship with the prince and Mr. Dou...

Does she have anything to do with this eldest son?

Meng Zhuangqing felt that his brain was a little bad. Now he just wanted to hide in his room to recite the three-character scripture and calm down...

Seeing that Meng Zhuangqing did not answer, An Pingzhi slowly frowned with a pair of snow-white eyebrows.

At this moment, An Pingzhi looked up and saw a familiar figure coming from the distance.

"Son An, you are really here. If you are far away, please forgive me. Hahaha..." The speaker was Zeng Yanliang. He came over quickly and punched Anping.

An Pingzhi recalled a little and smiled indifferently, "Is Mr. Zeng all right? Didn't you meet any more mountain thieves along the way?

"With your blessing." Zeng Yanliang said, stretched out his hand and made a request, "Shen An, please go to the second floor for tea. Xuanrong will come later.

An Pingzhi nodded and followed Zeng Yanliang to the second floor of the Raven Green Ink Pavilion.

As soon as they went up, Leng Xuanrong hurried out from behind. When she saw Meng Zhuangqing's soulless look, she was clear in her heart and raised a smile at the corners of her mouth. She ignored him and went straight to the second floor.

Zeng Yanliang invited An Pingzhi to the best hospitality room and asked the clerk to make tea. He saluted An Pingzhi again and said, "I didn't know your identity before. The etiquette was not good. Please..."

Without waiting for Zeng Yanliang to finish his words, he saw An Pingzhi wave his hand to interrupt him and laughed, "What kind of identity etiquette do you talk about when you meet on the road? After I arrived in Wuming County, I heard Lord He mention you two. I wanted to come here earlier, but I have been busy dealing with these local idlers these days..."

As soon as he said this, he only heard the door ring, and then saw Leng Xuanrong push the door in and said with a smile on his face, "I didn't expect you to come, Mr. An."

An Pingzhi nodded with a smile and waved his hand to let both of them sit down.

After the tea came, An Pingzhi said to Leng Xuanrong, "I heard that Leng girl is the daughter of the talented Leng Shilang, so it's no wonder she knows the rhythm. Presumably, the cold waiter is talented and outstanding in terms of rhythm.

Leng Xuanrong thought to himself that the eldest son, as people said, was only interested in rhythm and didn't care about anything else.

"When I was a child, I could occasionally hear my father stroking the piano. But that was also a long time ago." After saying that, Leng Xuanrong turned his head and wink at Zeng Yanliang.

Zeng Yanliang remembered the plan made by the two people before, and he was excited and got up and went out of the house. Before long, he came back with a long wooden box in his arms.

"It's rare for Mr. An to come. I have something. I want to ask Mr. An to have a look." After saying that, Leng Xuanrong got up and opened the wooden box with her own hands and showed it to An Pingzhi.