Yu Qin looked at Yan Yunhe's smiling face and saw the flowers in his arms. Before he could say anything, Zhao Yi rushed over with his face trembling with anger. He pointed at Yan Yunhe and said angrily: "Yan Yunhe! You bastard!"

He is a scholar after all, so he can't say anything harsher.

The gift to Yu Qin is full of peach blossoms, which looks romantic but is actually sinister. If the archery misses the target, the life of the person under the tree will be injured.

No matter how talented Yan Yunhe is, he shouldn't do this.

Yu Qin listened to Zhao Yi's rapid and angry breathing, and slowly closed the page of the book in his hand, making a simple and straightforward attack, without even bothering to conceal his intention.

Zhao Yi was still furious: "How dare you harm your classmates like this? I will definitely report it to Dean Zhou!"

Yan Yunhe didn't even dismount, holding the arrow in his hand and smiling lazily: "I told you it's just slippery hands. Besides, Yu Qin hasn't spoken yet, so why are you angry? "You just didn't think he was being nosy.

Zhao Yi blushed, pointed at Yan Yunhe with her trembling fingertips, and was speechless for a long time.

Yu Qin finally stood up and patted Zhao Yi's shoulder reassuringly: "I'm not injured, you don't have to worry."

Zhao Yi glared at Yan Yunhe hatefully, not bothering to talk to this bastard anymore.

Yu Qin patted the petals off his body, picked up the book, turned around and left with Zhao Yi. The bouquet of peach blossoms sent by Yan Yunhe fell into the soil, and was mercilessly stepped on by Yu Qin, crushing it into mud.

Yan Yunhe bit off half a peach blossom cake in one bite. He is the best at riding and shooting. Not to mention just shooting an arrow on horseback, even if he shoots with his eyes closed, the arrow will definitely not hit Yu Qin.

As for whether Yu Qin knew this, Yanyun didn't want to guess.

Both Yu Qin and Yu Qin held grudges. If this person had a grudge account book, probably two-thirds of it would have Yan Yunhe's name written on it.

Song Wen saw that he was distracted with the peach blossom cake in his mouth: "Sir, are you tired? Why don't we go back home and rest."

Yan Yunhe swallowed the snack with tea and covered the file: "Let's go, I will take you there. Looking for fun."

Song Wen looked at Yan Yunhe with a confused look on his face.

Half an hour later, Song Wen looked at the busiest place in the capital late at night and slowly opened his mouth. How could he have imagined that Yan Yunhe said he was here to have fun, but he actually came to a brothel.

Seeing him at the family banquet, the master took out the silver reward in a familiar manner, and before he even touched the girl, he became a boy giving away money. They dispersed all the way until the old madam came out and welcomed him to the side room commonly used by distinguished guests. He also called out a row of girls, and he He picks.

Even Song Wen didn't dare to look at those colorful and charming girls.

Fortunately for his father, he easily summoned four of them to accompany him.

Three people gathered around the banquet: one peeled grapes, another poured wine, and the third rubbed his back and shoulders.

Song Wen was dumbfounded. The remaining one couldn't squeeze into the banquet, so Yunhe accompanied him and poured wine for Song Wen, brought it to him with his own hands, and asked him to drink.

Although Song Wen was a servant of the Yong'an Marquis Mansion, he later went to Yan Yunhe and became his long-term attendant.

However, when Yan Yunhe was young and dissolute, he mostly went to restaurants to drink with others. He had never set foot in such a romantic place.

Song Wen didn't follow Yan Yunhe to the border, so naturally he didn't know what kind of life Yan Yunhe lived there.

It's just that since the young master came back from the frontier, his temperament has become different from before.

Is this also a bad habit picked up on the border? Do you want to tell Madam?

Yan Yunhe hugged several sisters and chatted about everything. After a while, they had almost finished talking. He stood up and put the purse full of money on the table. He grabbed Song Wen by the collar and said, "Let's go."

"Huh?" Song Wen He was still hesitating between whether to betray the young master and complain to his wife. When he suddenly heard that Yan Yunhe said he was leaving, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Yan Yunhe joked: "Can't bear to part with you? How about throwing you here?"

Song Wen quickly stood up and wiped the lip marks on his face with his sleeves: "No, young master, don't leave me."

Yan Yunhe walked out of Wanhua Tower , riding on horseback to a mansion. Sure enough, the building was empty.

Song Wen asked curiously: "Master, who are you looking for?"

"Zhao Xiang's outer room." Yan Yunhe walked wantonly in the empty mansion. The people in the mansion were leaving in a hurry. The room was in a mess and there were things everywhere. .

Song Wen: "Zhao Xiang's outer room?"

"It's a girl from Wanhua Tower." Yan Yun said.

Song Wen was shocked: "Zhao Xiang, as the minister of the Ministry of Industry, actually took a prostitute as a concubine?!"

Yan Yunhe was shocked: "Isn't it that he didn't take it, he just kept her here as an outhouse?

"How do you know that Zhao Xiang's wife is the girl from Wanhua Tower?" Song Wen asked curiously .

The main reason is that the Jin Dynasty strictly prohibits officials from having prostitutes. As Zhao Xiang, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, he has to be careful even if he wants to do this. Didn't his family spend the whole night reading files? I didn’t see anyone from the Imperial City Department coming either. Where did you get the news?

Yan Yunhe inspected the circle: "He borrowed a large sum of money from the bank before he disappeared, and he often went in and out of Baishi Building."

"Baishi Building is only one street away from Wanhua Building. No matter how delicious the food is, you don't have to come every day." He eats alone every time."

"According to his wife's testimony, the two of them had a quarrel over trivial matters at home." Yan Yunhe wiped the window with his hands. He walked over and raised his hand to take a closer look.

Song Wen was stunned: "That's it? Did you guess that he had an outside wife in Wanhua Pavilion?"

Yan Yunhe shook his head: "More than that, in the past few months, Zhao Xiang's servant has just run away from Zhaohua Pavilion. No less than ten times. The sister from Wanhua Tower loves Yanzhi from Zhaohua Pavilion, so I came to Wanhua Tower to find out."

Song Wen understood now, but he didn't understand why Yan Yunhe knew Wanhua so well. Where does the girl on the floor use rouge.

Could it be that Yan Yunhe also has a sister he likes here? !

Yan Yunhe felt Song Wen's probing gaze and laughed and scolded: "You idiot, who do you think your father is."

"Then how do you know?" Song Wen touched his nose.

Yan Yunhe didn't dare to say that it was all the bastard things he did back then. He bought the rouge from Zhaohua Pavilion and gave it to Yu Qin.

"Let's go." Yan Yunhe turned around and left the house.

Song Wen hurriedly followed him: "No more checking?"

Yan Yunhe rubbed the dried blood scab on his fingertips: "What to check, everyone is dead."

Song Wen's spine went cold, and Yan Yunhe clapped his hands. "As I expected, the Imperial City Secretary will find Zhao Xiang's body tomorrow."

"If we find Zhao Xiang, can we return to Shenji Camp?!" Song Wentian said.

Yan Yunhe said angrily: "If it were so simple, why would your Majesty ask me to investigate? Before Zhao Xiang disappeared, the weapons inspector affiliated with the Ministry of Industry lost 300 firecrackers."

"If the firecrackers are not found out in time, Wherever he goes, let him fall into the black market. Your young master, I will have to pack up my baggage immediately and go back to the border." Song

Wen said with a bitter face: "This is probably the work of Jin Yiwei. Why do they want the gun?"

Yun He thought to himself that it was not just as simple as losing the gun. If so, there would be no need for so many people to die.

A minister of the Ministry of Industry and a chief registrar of the Dali Temple, both of whom had official positions, killed at will and without restraint.

Emperor Cheng Jing must have noticed that there was deeper muddy water inside, so he sent him down.

I was busy until midnight, and had to go to the morning together the next day.

Yan Yunhe took off his outer robe without changing into his inner robe. He put on an official robe and went to the palace to attend court.

It was pitch dark outside the hall, with civil and military officials standing in rows.

Yan Yunhe had blue eyelids and yawned calmly. Yu Liang, who had been friends with him when he was young, is now doing well, and is now a general in the Habayashi area.

Although the Yulin Army is currently not well-known among the Imperial Guards, and is mostly held by children of aristocratic families, there was a time when it was also the number one Imperial Army in Ouchi.

You Liang looked at him jokingly: "I thought you were punished by His Majesty, and you would definitely languish at home. Brother Yan is still as powerful as before."

Yan Yunhe pressed his sore brow bone: "What did you say?"

You Liang He moved his nose and said, "You smell like a woman, why don't you take a shower before going to court?"

Yan Yunhe was speechless. He forgot that You Liang had a dog nose.

For some reason, Yan Yunhe subconsciously looked up at Yu Qin, who was standing in the front left.

The python on the man's robe seemed to come to life. He glanced at Yan Yunhe ferociously, causing him to frown and raise his voice a bit: "It's not what you think."

You Liang liked to tease him: " Yes, yes, Master Yan is the most guarded person, and we are the ones who judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

After saying that, You Liang also followed Yan Yunhe's gaze and glanced forward: "Master Yan, if there is any. It's better to marry someone you like as soon as possible. Don't always look forward to those who can't marry, give up as soon as possible."

Yan Yunhe was already sleepy, and his eyebrows furrowed deeper at You Liang's words.

Which ones can he not marry?

Or who does he want to marry? How come he doesn't know about this?