Although I didn't guess correctly, it was not far away.

Shangguan Qianyu suddenly paused when he was about to leave.

Han Yan walked up to him and said with a warm smile: "Young Master is bored, why should you leave in a hurry? Why not play yi songs for you? How about Han Yan helping you to relieve your boredom?"

Shangguan Qianyu shook his head, walked back to the outside table and sat down, whispering: "Just have two drinks with me!"

Hold a pot of cold smoke and pour wine.

She was in a brothel and did not know less or more about the news in the capital than outsiders, such as the Qinghe King. Even though Yan Hongyang and Shangguan Qianyu both processed and blocked the information, it was not a secret that Shangguan Qianyu was drunk and slept on the same bed in the Yan family's villa at the same time with the eldest daughter of the Yan family. Therefore, Shangguan Qianyu had to marry the young lady of the Yan family as the princess, which was not a secret here in Hanyan.

Those noble children who were self-proclaimed and romantic in order to please her were willing to tell these things to her as jokes.

Based on Shangguan Qianyu's reaction just now, Han Yan guessed that he was inseparable from ten.

She smiled and said, "Young Master and your wife have fallen in love over time. This is a good thing. Why bother the young master?"

Shangguan Qianyu's wine glass suddenly paused, turned his head, his eyes turned like ice, and the wine pot in Han Yan's hand almost fell. Shangguan Qianyu said with a cold face: "What are you talking nonsense over time?"

Will he fall in love with Yan Qingrui over time? That was from the Yan family, and he wanted to strangle her to death. Don’t say it’s not true, even if it is true, it’s not a good thing.

Han Yan's eyes were twitching, and he didn't speak anymore, but just smiled slightly. People in the world were always confused by the authorities. This Qinghe King was troubled here, but he wanted to test it, but he couldn't figure out his heart.

However, some words could only be stopped. She didn't want to anger the King of Qinghe and let him leave.

Shangguan Qianyu was upset here and was drinking at Hanyan. However, Yan Qingrui began to prepare in a intensive manner, prepare the things he should prepare, put on a dark men's clothing, put on a mask, flew out from the back wall, and headed straight to the mansion of the Guanglu Turkish Mansion.

Gong Zhikuan's home lives in the west of the city. Yan Qingrui walked around half a circle and entered through his yard wall.

The entire Gong family is full of miserable mist. Gong Zhikuan and his wife only have children, their son is still young, and their daughter is sixteen years old. They are just as old as a flower. Now they are suffering from disasters. They not only die tragically, but also die so dirty.

Above the mourning hall, the curtains were hanging down and the white gauze was dancing, and the desolate scene was in vain. Mrs. Gong fainted from crying several times. The servants came to help her to rest. Gong Zhikuan also came to persuade her, but Mrs. Gong felt heartbroken and wanted to accompany her daughter for the last time, but she refused to leave.

Gong Zhikuan had no choice but to leave the girl here to serve him. He went to Jingzhao Yin Yamen overnight, and his daughter died tragically. If the murderer was not caught, his daughter would die with her eyes open.

When Yan Qingrui came, the two girls were dozing in front of him. Mrs. Gong was lying in front of the coffin and cried so hard that she fainted again.

The coffin lid was open, and it seemed that it was not sealed, and Mrs. Gong wanted to see her daughter's remains.

Yan Qingrui appeared in time when Mrs. Gong was about to fall to the ground, and held her back and sat down. After a while, she would faint. Yan Qingrui wanted to take advantage of this time to see if she could find clues about the flower-picking thief.
Chapter completed!