Chapter 82

"Back to the chief cabinet, when the old one was there more than ten years ago, our people had already sneaked into the palace and waited for orders." Meng Jiuqian, who was standing outside the Pearl curtain, bowed his head and reported to the people inside the curtain, "so even though it is extremely difficult to get the news from the chief cabinet officer, it has already arrived soon after the Lord of the cabinet entered Beijing."

Wearing a silver mask, almost covered the whole face of the people smell speech, lips smile gradually deepen: "since so, present."

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Hearing this, Meng Jiuqian immediately turned around and moved away from the suitcase in the corner outside the curtain. He took out a long box from the dark grid. After opening the box with the key in his arms, he took out a scroll drawing scroll from it. He respectfully passed his hand through the bead curtain and presented the painting to someone who did not know when he had gone far in front of him.

The man standing in the curtain opened his words and swept slightly. The silver mask covered his look, but he could still see a trace of interest in his dark jade eyes The woman with yellow clothes in this painting is the emperor's sweetheart? "

Meng Jiuqian said in a low voice: "reply to the chief cabinet, more accurately, he is the sweetheart that the emperor has never obtained."

"Oh?" The man with the mask turned around and looked at the painting carefully and said with a smile, "then I'm a little curious. How do you know, uncle Meng?"

Meng Jiuqian hesitated for a moment, and some hesitated to say: "the pavilion master, this..."

The man wearing the silver mask noticed his hesitation. His white fingers touched the painting. His voice was full of laughter, but his eyes did not fluctuate at all: "Uncle Meng, are you so responsive? Is it the emperor's sweetheart that has anything to do with my cabinet?"

Meng Jiuqian immediately hesitated when he heard the speech. After a long hesitation, he still failed to speak.

More than 20 years ago, Hanjiang Pavilion opened in the capital, and the first owner behind it was the late Xiaoyao Wang Jiangying. With the help and promotion of Jiang Ying, the information network of Hanjiang Pavilion is dense, like a spider's web covering almost the entire Dalong. Even in the Imperial Palace, there are spies of Hanjiang Pavilion. After the passing of Xiaoyao Wang Jiangying, the new owner of the pavilion is a year ago Jiang Luoyu, the son of the carefree king who took over the throne.

The identity of the leader of the pavilion has always been a secret to Hanjiang Pavilion. He is the only one in Hanjiang Pavilion who knows who is in front of him. Therefore, after getting the news, Meng Jiuqian was shocked and asked the person who delivered the news to confirm the authenticity. At this time, the re investigation result has not yet appeared, but the pavilion owner in front of him asks about this matter What can I do?

"This Your majesty, what I said at this time is just the speculation of the person who delivered the message. The news is too much 1 te can't be taken seriously

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" if you don't say it, how can I know if I should take it seriously Jiang Luoyu's face hidden under the mask was unshaken, and her voice did not fluctuate

A moment later, Meng Jiuqian finished the reason. He stood in the same place without saying anything. He only left the room, turned around and sat down beside the Luohan couch. The painting in his hand had been rolled up and was gradually lighting up in the candle fire. Jiang Luoyu, whose dark eyes reflected the shadow of the flame, spoke faintly.

"I never heard of it, and you never said it. In the future, Hanjiang Pavilion doesn't need to investigate this matter any more. "