Mei'er didn't like to look at him, with her eyes full of yellow teeth, and she could only squeeze out a smile when she disliked her eyes, "Please trouble Eunuch Ma."

"Where is, girl, wait a moment, it will be fine soon!" He didn't mind Mei'er's attitude at all, and he still smiled with a flattering look on his face, but after turning around, his smile became a little weird.

What a great thing is that it is a dog beside the princess, and it looks like he is so arrogant. I don’t know what to do to pickle things and pretend to be. If it weren’t for the king’s handwriting, he wouldn’t have served him.

A bowl of blood is not a difficult task in this palace, especially in this cold palace.

Soon, a bowl of blood with warmth was delivered to Mei'er's hand. Mei'er put it into the box, turned her head and left.

Eunuch Ma looked at her back and smiled coldly. When one day he knew what she used for, hehe... there was a hint of greed in his eyes for a long time.

Mei'er was afraid that the princess would become suspicious when she was too long, so she speeded up. Fortunately, she didn't have to spend more time cooking this medicine. (^) The other prepared medicinal herbs were all to cover up the original taste of the blood.

After finishing it, the originally red plasma turned into a brown liquid. Mei'er held back her nausea and took it into the house.

"So long?" Fenghua remembered that it didn't take so long on weekdays, but when she smelled the smell, she suddenly felt extremely excited.

I was obviously disliked, but maybe because it was too uncomfortable, Fenghua couldn't wait to take it and send it to her mouth as soon as Mei Er took it over.

"Princess, slow down. I just took the medicine a little longer. Mei'er dared not let anyone touch the princess' medicine." Mei'er explained carefully, secretly looking at Fenghua, seeing that Fenghua didn't seem to care.

After one bowl, the effect was immediately achieved. Fenghua felt much better. He gave the bowl to Meier and said in confusion: "Meier, why did the taste of this medicine change a little today? Did you add sweet grass?"

Mei'er's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes were pursuing her panic, trying to calm her voice as much as possible. "The princess is really amazing. Seeing that the princess doesn't like its taste on weekdays, Mei'er specifically asked the imperial doctor. Adding sweet grass will not affect the efficacy of the medicine, so Mei'er made her own decision. The princess is better."

I am quite interested, no wonder the medicine tastes better today, "Let's just boil it like this in the future. I'm much better, so I'll take a shower with water."

Nangong Nien really had a few tricks, so he quickly found him. Is the full moon night just like this? I feel a little unreal. The backlash of the formation is really medicine to restrain?

She had read the prescription and it was indeed a strange prescription, but there were several medicines he provided and did not have the name stated. This man was afraid that the things from Fengyun Villa would be leaked.

After washing off all the sticky body, Fenghua's thoughts drifted away a little further. He found out what happened hundreds of years ago. What was the idea? Could it be that she still wanted to stand up and tell everyone that she is Min Xuantian? Did she forget that Min Xuantian is a man! What a joke!

Or to seek justice for those people, her personality is very likely.

But for more than three hundred years, what about the evidence? How big a storm can those rumors cause?

No, Fenghua suddenly thought of something, and a sudden burst into tears in the water, "Mei'er, go and edit the files, all the files of aristocratic families that have been in the past three hundred years, especially those who are still officials in the court now!"

Mei'er was frightened by Fenghua's sudden actions, and paused her hand that was wiping Fenghua's back, and after a moment she realized, "Yes, princess."

If there is evidence, there may be some clues to the descendants of these people, but the secrets of what they did back then should not be left behind. No, you can't be careless! You can't leave any handle.

How could she forget to do this over the years? It’s really damn. Fortunately, now she is in the royal city, even if Min Xuantian has the ability, she will be out of reach.

However, Fenghua never expected that the person was already under her nose.

I read the Qingjin file very late, and I wrote it down one by one, filtering it in my mind. The people recorded in the volume are no longer there, things are different, but things cannot be stopped.

She could think of them, and Fanyin could do it, so she would compete with the traffic, right on the territory of Fanyin.

"Miss, it's late at night, go to bed." Nuanchun couldn't stand it anymore. When will her maid be dead?

Nuanchun yawned carefully, and Qingjin handed her the list of things he had sorted out, rubbed her eyebrows, "Go according to the list."

Finally, I could go to bed. Nuanchun took it, took a look, and then burned it with the candlestick.

"How long does it take for one family?" compare with the other party.

Wouldn't you just touch the family and some secrets? "Miss, although I am not the master of Qianji Pavilion now, I can still use Qianji Pavilion in this thing, so I can ensure that the lady is satisfied."

"Okay, go to bed, oh, by the way, someone might be fighting for business with you."

Qingjin's eyes showed a hint of undetectable smile. She never doubted Qianji Pavilion's strength in this regard, and it was useless.

Nuanchun feels like she is being plotted against, but whoever wants to grab the news from her first, then let her come over.

The next morning, Nuanchun went to do business. Following Qingjin's instructions, the first person to look for was Zhong, but when Nuanchun was now at Zhong's doorstep, she was stunned and stunned.

I looked down at my outfit, and I felt sad about how I should get in with my identity...

The house was probably what she saw. Now, the door was for a long time until an old man walked out of it.

"Miss, are you in trouble?"

The old man was a little short and thin, and he looked bad. He combed his hair meticulously, but he was gray and gray. His body looked like he was in poor health. Although his clothes were covered with patches, they were still clean and he was still on crutches in his hands.

"Is the old man's surname Zhong?" Nuanchun had already looked at the old man while speaking. The door was open, and the scene inside was clear at a glance.

The old man nodded with confusion, squinted his old eyes and looked for a long time, sure that he had no impression of it and had never seen it before.

"Old man's surname is Zhong? Who is the girl?"

"Old man, can you go into the house and say it?" Nuanchun tried to soften her expression and make her voice softer.

"Oh! Look at this old and confused. It's very windy outside. What do the girl have to say when she comes into the house?" The house is not warm, and at least she dreams of avoiding the wind.

Nuanchun felt a little sad when facing such an old man, but she should not forget the task. Fortunately, she was not asked to kill someone and set fire.

The furnishings in the house are even simpler. If you have something, you can just scan it into it at a glance. Such a home is really...

What can be found in such a shabby home? No need to read it.

"Is the old man alone?"

Then start with this!

As a result, Nuanchun touched for a long time and realized that the family was really simple. The family of three and her husband went there early, and only one son went out for a business trip. She had not come back yet. Her ancestors were scholars.

Before the old man's leg injury, he also served as a teacher for children from other families with better conditions nearby, and had enough food and clothing. His son was still studying and was not married yet, so he relied on setting up a stall to write letters to others to make a living.

Nuanchun borrowed it to her to ask her to come to her master's house for a husband.

The old man was a little excited. Since his leg injury was inconvenient, he had lost his livelihood. Someone came to invite him, but he was still a wealthy family. He immediately told the glory of his ancestors in his family to support his family.

Not only is the warm spring not annoyance, but also looks relished, and the old man is even more excited.

"So, the old man's ancestors are also an official?" Nuanchun looked curious and had a very good grasp.

The little girl has a good temper and didn't dislike the old man's long-winded words. She nodded quickly, "That's not the case, does the historian know about the serious historian? Those who study history books are well-read, and can only do it with great knowledge!"

As I spoke, I felt a little proud and regretful...

"That old man's ancestor is amazing!"

"That's right, although I was transferred to a remote place back then, I didn't forget to write history books. Unfortunately, I have never been able to compile the history books for my whole life!" There were some recollections in my speech.

Historical Book? Nuanchun's eyes lit up, "Why is this? Historical Book is still there?" His face was full of confusion!

The old man nodded and sighed for a while before saying, "The little girl doesn't understand. The world is just like this. The ancestors compiled it and sent it to the royal city in their later years. The official position was gone, and the palace gate could not be entered. The official history had already come out. The ancestors ended up in depression. The history books were unknown and could not be recorded. This is irresponsible to future generations..."

"Old man, is the secretary of your ancestor different from the current history books?" It seems that he is not very kind to deceive the old man, no, this is just chatting with the old man...

The old man looked a little excited, "Of course it's different. We in Nanshu more than 300 years ago..."

"Dad!" A voice interrupted the old man's statement, and a man who looked like a scholar came in from outside with something in his hand.

"Mian'er is back, guests are coming to your house, come in quickly!"

Nuanchun hurriedly lowered her head. The scholar looked smarter than his father. "I've seen the young master." After saying that, he looked at the old man, "Old man, I've been out for a long time. If it's convenient for the old man, I can take the husband to the mansion to meet the master and the young master tomorrow. It's feasible to start teaching the young master in the evening?"

"Okay, I'm fine. The girl's arrangement is that the family is poor and neglected!"

"If you have it there, say goodbye!"

"Mian'er, send it to your father..."

"No need, it's cold outside, say goodbye!" Nuanchun stopped staying after saying that, turned around and went out, took the door out, put his steps a little slow, and his ears stood up.

I heard a conversation between father and son coming from the room.

"Dad, who is she? Didn't she tell you, don't mention the book of the ancestors to others? How long has it been, it's okay if you talk about it before, but you must not talk nonsense in the future!" The person who spoke was the one who had just come from outside, and he heard a little bit of caution and helplessness in his words.

"This is not a shameful thing... Okay, I won't talk about it later, oh by the way, that little girl just now is a girl from a wealthy family, and she came to ask her father to be a gentleman. Dad's old bones are a bit useful... By the way, the little girl just now is really good, but she doesn't see her face very clearly. If only she could say that she would be a wife for you, I don't know if there is a family in the family..."

I don’t know what the other person in the room thought. Anyway, when I heard Nuanchun, I almost fell down after hearing this.

My wife... the mother-in-law's face has not yet seen clearly. How difficult it is for his son to find a wife. He is calm, calm, at least he has grown up so old, and for the first time he has heard someone talk about his marriage...

But why do you think it’s good if you don’t see clearly? Nuanchun is confused, why don’t you see clearly? It should be good if you see clearly.

History books? Well, come again tomorrow!

"Look at it carefully, report any movement immediately. You should know how to contact me." King Jin was rational and excavated from the weakest.

Let your opponent grind them first!

When she returned to the mansion and reported the situation, Qing Jin closed her eyes. She actually didn't know what the stubborn nerd back then. She just felt that his temperament would not be able to write such a hasty history book. With a try-out attitude, she wanted to see if there were any clues.

Unexpectedly, it was indeed an unexpected gain. I was glad that Fan Yin went to Qinghai and the others to make her disappear. Otherwise, her temperament would never have been thrown into a remote place, but to directly eradicate the roots.

Things in the world are impermanent, and some try to erase them all, and some try to remember them desperately.

"Take people over and see you tomorrow!"

"Yes, Miss, be careful tomorrow and try to talk less." As soon as he spoke, he unconsciously lost his momentum, which looked inconsistent with his face.

Did she talk a lot? Qing Jin silently reflected on it, and let’s talk about it, it’s not her that she will go tomorrow. If Fanyin doesn’t come, she doesn’t have to come forward. Yesterday’s full moon night, I wonder if Fanyin can resist it?
Chapter completed!