Chapter 29 Red Bean Cake
Xue Han's identity as the imperial city envoy made Qiu Heng wary.
But her expression was at ease, and she curved her lips and said, "You're not injured. Why would Mr. Xue ask that?"
"I..." Xue Han looked at the calm girl and did not say that he smelled blood.
They were not familiar with each other, and it seemed that he was not normal when he spoke of it - although many people thought he was not normal.
"If Mr. Xue is okay, I'll get in the car."
"Oh, Miss Qiuliu, walk slowly."
Qiu Heng got on the carriage, the wheels rolled forward, and the curtains were lifted.
"Master Xue." She called out to Xue Han.
Xue Han walked over quickly: "Miss Qiu Liu, is there anything else?"
An oil paper bag was handed out from the car window: "Mr.
Fangzhou can make many snacks, the most common ones being chestnut cakes and red bean cakes. The reason is simple: she loves to eat them.
Xue Han's eyes froze on the package of snacks for a moment, then he reached out and took it: "Thank you, Miss Qiu Liu."
He put away the red bean cake, nodded to Qiu Heng, and left without looking back.
The speed was so fast that Qiu Heng couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that he was afraid that people would see him accepting bribes?
Just a pack of red bean cake.
The car curtains were lowered and swayed in the wind. Qiu Heng leaned against the car wall and closed his eyes, truly feeling relaxed.
Once we entered the city, we were completely free.
As for whether Han Ziheng would be questioned, Zhilan and others would be cross-examined, it had nothing to do with her.
She deliberately left Han Ziheng's life behind.
Wouldn't it be a pity for a noble prince who regards human life as nothing more than to die without tasting the feeling of losing power?
The carriage merged into the crowd and gradually disappeared.
Xue Han leaned against the city wall and opened the oil paper bag, revealing the red bean cake inside.
It's not the kind of dessert that's so exquisite that you don't know how to eat it, but an ordinary-looking snack.
The young man stared at the cake for a long time, then picked up a piece and slowly put it into his mouth.
Sweet, soft and glutinous, the red bean cake made by Fangzhou is undoubtedly delicious, but the boy who ate the snack with his eyes closed frowned, feeling bitter and resentful after eating it.
"Sir -" The young man who came over stared at the snack in Xue Han's hand, "You, you eat red bean cake!"
Heck, one time they were on a mission together and he brought red bean cake to satisfy his hunger. When he gave it to the adults, the adults would rather go hungry than eat it.
Xue Han glanced at the yelling subordinate with disgust and said perfunctorily: "I like to eat."
The young man looked in disbelief.
At that time, he gave the adult red bean cake. What did the adult say?
Not eating, nausea.
"Could this red bean cake be particularly delicious?" The young man was so curious that he stretched out his hand to eat a piece.
Xue Han put away the oil paper bag and said: "It's done."
The young man's hands were hanging in the air.
After Qiu Heng returned to Yongqing's Mansion to bathe and change clothes, he was called over by the old lady.
"Come back?" Seeing Qiu Heng come in, the old lady raised her eyelids and her tone was lukewarm.
Maybe things went well, Qiu Heng looked at the old lady's dark face and felt a little kind, and bowed lightly: "Grandma."
The old lady hesitated.
How could she still hear a hint of coquettishness?
In the old lady's view, this granddaughter was reckless, ignorant of etiquette, bold, and extremely evil. She suddenly acted like a serious granddaughter, which made her a little uneasy.
After a moment of silence, the old lady spoke: "Although your grandfather said that you are a measured person and don't be too restrained, you can't run out of the sky. If nothing else, you sued Han Ziheng, but you have Han Du commanding you I'm so offended, and Han Ziheng is even more of a lawless dandy in the capital. If you were tricked outside, you wouldn't have anywhere to cry..."
Qiu Heng listened obediently without a word of retort.
The old lady said she was tired, and she was quite satisfied with her granddaughter's attitude. She took a few sips of tea and was about to let him go when Uncle Yongqing came in.
"Uncle is back." The old lady put down the tea cup and stood up.
Uncle Yongqing only had Qiu Heng in his eyes: "Heng'er is here too."
He didn't even blink when he said this, which made the old lady mutter in her heart: She really seems to be possessed by an evil spirit, maybe she should invite a fairy girl. No matter how bad it is, prepare a bowl of dog blood and try it on the old thing, but it’s hard to explain afterwards...
Facing Uncle Yongqing, Qiu Heng's attitude was a little cold: "Well, come and accompany grandma."
Only then did Uncle Yongqing look at the old lady.
"Sixth girl went out early in the morning and came back. I gave her a few instructions." The old lady noticed that Qiu Heng was more well-behaved in front of her than in front of Uncle Yongqing, and her mood improved subtly.
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"Heng'er, you should go back to Lengxiangju first." The old lady sent Qiu Heng away. Seeing Uncle Yongqing still staring at the door, she complained casually, "Uncle, please don't indulge Liu Yatou too much. She has been here for three days." Run out from both ends, if you meet the Han family——"
Seeing the strange expression on the old man's face, the old lady stopped talking and cast a doubtful look.
Uncle Yongqing took a long breath and told the news that made him rush home: "Han Wu is dead!"
"Who?" The old lady suspected that she heard wrongly, "That Han, the handsome Han?"
Uncle Yongqing nodded heavily: "That's the handsome Han Dian!"
The old lady still couldn't believe it: "Isn't this possible? How did you die?"
"He was assassinated! Yesterday his son went to play in the countryside with some friends and unexpectedly disappeared..."
After hearing this, the old lady gasped: "There is such a bold villain at the feet of the Emperor!"
"Who says it's not the case?" Uncle Yongqing sat down on the chair, feeling confused.
Was he a second-grade high-ranking official and one of the three commanders, and he was killed like this?
It is said that it was probably done by Xizuo of the Northern Qi Dynasty!
Hiss——What if Sezuo targets him?
Uncle Yongqing was thinking wildly when the old lady said with a complicated expression: "So, our uncle no longer has to worry about the Han family's revenge?"
"Yes!" The old woman finally discovered the key, and Uncle Yongqing burst into laughter.
He was originally worried about being retaliated by Han Wu, but in the blink of an eye, Han Wu became cold, and he had a relationship with the eunuch Xue Quan.
There are only benefits but no hidden dangers. What kind of luck is this!
The old lady was a little unbearable when she heard the noisy laughter: "Uncle, please don't laugh like that——"
"You don't understand." Uncle Yongqing drank a cup of tea and felt refreshed.
How could a woman with long hair and short knowledge know that it was his arrangement for Liu Yatou to sue Han Wu's son Han Ziheng.
Well, I want to reward Liu Yatou.
"Sixth girl has just come back and has a weak foundation. My wife will give her a few sets of jewelry to prevent people from thinking that our uncle's house is shabby."
The old lady was stunned.
Liu Yatou has a weak foundation? If I remember correctly, she had just received a thousand taels of silver notes, and the monthly income of her granddaughters was only two taels, not to mention that the idiot third child had sent all the money for wine to Lengxiangju.
"How many sets?" The old lady squeezed out these two words through her teeth.
"Ten sets and eight sets are enough."
Ten sets and eight sets are enough - the old lady took a deep breath, and when Uncle Yongqing went out, she immediately told her confidant: "Quickly go find a pure black dog."
This shit must be spilled!
(End of chapter)