AWB 206 Is it right to suddenly have an affair with a love rival?
206 Is it right to suddenly have an affair with a love rival?
The General's Mansion, which had been silent for a long time, finally had some people this morning.
"An An, I'm so sleepy~" Murong put his hand on Bai Jinan's shoulder like a boneless person, leaning against him and yawning, without any image at all, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
Bai Jinan disliked his weight but only glanced at him without pushing him away. "Who is so unrestrained?"
"God, please let me stop... well..." Before Murong Kes could finish his words, the hand on his mouth slapped him back.
"Shut up, or go sleep in the yard at night." Bai Jinan was really impressed by his nonchalant look.
Murong Ke closed his mouth and blinked innocently, meaning I'll be good.
Not far from the two of them, a middle-aged man with a scar across his face coughed lightly a few times, trying to make his presence felt. He didn't seem to be dead...
"Uncle Ming, how is your wound?" Bai Jinan's eyes showed concern.
Uncle Ming is the general's most capable deputy general. He has also taken care of Bai Jinan and Lu Junhuai for a period of time, so he is naturally closer to them.
"Oh, it's nothing serious, just stay alive." Uncle Ming felt that the pain in his wound was no longer there, and he felt better when he saw the grown cabbage being pushed by the pig.
Bai Jinan sat down opposite Murong with his boneless body, and pushed the sticky guy away with one hand. His waist was still hurting. Could this sticky candy be quiet for a while?
Murong Ke noticed that Bai Jinan was a little uncomfortable after sitting down, so he raised his hand to rub his waist without hesitation. "Thank you for your hard work, An An, your waist is sore, rub it."
"Cough cough cough cough" Uncle Ming almost spit out a mouthful of tea and choked and coughed
Bai Jinan narrowed his eyes and looked at Murong Ke, "Get lost!"
"Okay." Murong Ke sat up straight like a little wife and didn't dare to move.
There were footsteps at the door, more than one
The three people in the room all held their weapons, with a hint of vigilance in their eyes. Murong's usually cynical face also had a gloomy look at this moment.
"Knock... knock... knock" the door sounded in an orderly manner
The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now was the time to seize the throne, and any disturbance would trigger a series of conflicts.
"Yo, everyone, why are you so serious? Are you attending a funeral?" Lu Junhuai's vague voice sounded, and people's tense hearts relaxed a little.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bai Jinan rolled his eyes at him. People like them who lick blood on the edge of a knife are most taboo about such words.
"Ah, isn't this my little lover?" Murong saw the tall figure behind Lu Junhuai, loosened his hand holding the soft sword at his waist, and started to mess around again.
"Oh, isn't this the Crown Prince who is acting like a rat in front of Diyi?" Lu Junhuai protected Nanfeng behind him and fought back with a look of disdain.
"You! You're so cruel!" Murong Ke gritted his teeth when he thought about how he got out of Di Yi. He was the Crown Prince, but he got out of the swill bucket. If people told them about it, would he still be able to get out of the swill bucket?!
After finally cleaning himself, he was caught again and forced to do hard labor climbing over the wall. Is it easy for him?
"The young master is really protective. Who is he?" Uncle Ming frowned and looked at Nanfeng fiercely. His face was already more frightening because of the scar. If it were an ordinary dandy from aristocratic family, he would have been scared by him.
It's a pity that Nanfeng is not, and he nodded politely at him and said with ease, "Junior Nanfeng"
I didn't take his look seriously, but he was calm.
Lu Junhuai took Nanfeng's hand and sat next to Uncle Ming. As soon as he touched the stool, he stood up immediately. His cry of pain was suppressed. He still had face.
Uncle Ming was puzzled by his behavior. "How did you get hurt? Let Elder Qing come and take a look?"
Lu Junhuai's ears, which were covered by his hair, turned red and he immediately stopped her, "No... no need."
The voice was a bit loud, and Uncle Ming looked at Nanfeng with even more confusion. Could it be that this kid bullied his young master?
Nan Feng looked at the stubborn little devil with a smile, took a small quilt from the soft couch not far away, folded it into a small square and put it on the chair.
"Ahuai, sit down"
Lu Junhuai then sat down with an expressionless face. It was not difficult to see that he was gritting his teeth and persevering.
"Young Master, what's this?" Uncle Ming spoke again.
This time, Murong saw through everything and said jokingly, "It seems that our delicate brother Jun Huai finds the chair too hard and can't sit on it."
The gloating look on the corners of his mouth can't be concealed
Uncle Ming's face turned stern when he heard this. "How can we allow a man to be so delicate?"
"Leng Mu and I have been sitting for quite a while these days discussing things in depth. It's not like someone else is all show and no use, right, Your Highness?" Lu Junhuai emphasized the word "sit" and glanced at Bai Jinan.
Murong Ke opened the folding fan in his hand to cover the lower half of his face. "I was just being considerate of An An. Unlike some people who don't know how to cherish, right, Master Nan?"
Nan Feng raised his eyelids and said, "He is useless and a waste. Master Bai, I think Murong is in poor health and needs to be nourished."
The words don't express the meaning, but people can understand it
Bai Jinan sighed secretly. After spending too long with Jun Huai, the old-fashioned Nanfeng was inevitably led astray. "Let's talk about business, don't talk about him anymore."
The four of them looked at each other, but no one spoke first.
Uncle Ming was confused and couldn't get a word in. Seeing that everything was quiet, he finally spoke, "The general was murdered by someone."
As soon as these words came out, four eyes turned to him instantly, two eagerly, one calmly, and one thoughtfully.
Uncle Ming felt a bit uneasy being watched...
Clearing his throat and ignoring other emotions, Uncle Ming continued, "Even if the food and grass arrived back then, that battle would still be a lose-lose situation for both sides."
"Why? With father's ability, we don't need to fight with our backs to the river if we have food and you won't be captured by them." Lu Junhuai held Nanfeng's hand tightly.
Uncle Ming didn't speak, but Nanfeng spoke up instead, "Because what they were transporting wasn't food at all, but straw."
Uncle Ming looked at Nanfeng in surprise and asked, "How did you know that ten years ago you were only a ten-year-old kid?"
That's right, Uncle Ming was only shocked but had no doubts.
"What's recorded in that account book?" Lu Junhuai instantly thought of the account book from ten years ago.
Nanfeng patted his hands to calm him down
Seeing Lu Junhuai's back relax, he slowly spoke, "There's something wrong with that account book. The entries are wrong. I compared the grain purchases from those years, and the entries from ten years ago were obviously added later."
"Added it later?" Bai Jinan instantly suspected Qiao Qian. After all, the only person who had this opportunity was the Minister of Revenue, who was in charge of the accounts.
Qiao Qian is the Taifu's student, and the Taifu is the emperor's mentor and assists the emperor. What role does the emperor play in this?
"It's not Qiao Qian" Nanfeng broke the suspicion of several people present
"I once asked my grandfather about what happened ten years ago. Qiao Qian's child went missing. During that time, he was secretly investigating the child's disappearance and didn't even bother to ask about the purchase of food and fodder. He handed the matter over to the person he trusted most."
"But that man died tragically at home, and the account book disappeared." Nan Feng's expression was serious and upright, leaving no room for doubt.
"Then where did this account book come from?" Uncle Ming looked at Lu Junhuai puzzledly.
Lu Junhuai knew that the account book was found by Nanfeng. He never doubted its origin or authenticity. Nanfeng would never harm him. "Uncle Ming doesn't need to know where it came from, he just needs to know that this account book is real."
Lu Junhuai's subsequent words stirred up waves on the calm surface of the water.
"And I suspect the eldest prince is collaborating with the enemy."
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