The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 463 The Merchant Woman Who Was Killed For Money (13)

Su Qinghuan was afraid that Zhifu Liu would not be able to understand, so the water conservancy maps she drew were very detailed and scalar in size, just like the computer printouts of later generations.

And the small regular script with hairpin flowers in one hand has a little more calligraphy charm.

The detailed explanation of this water conservancy map is already very pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.

But Murong Chen understands the great value behind this painting better.

It is far from what a Dongcheng magistrate can compare.

……

If Liu Zhifu really had such a talent, he would have given it to the current Holy Majesty long ago. He has been an official in Dongcheng for three years, but he has been recruited for three consecutive years because of flood problems.

If it weren't for the fact that the flood problem was really too difficult, and the people in Dongcheng were displaced in the Binhai area, the prefect couldn't be blamed on the prefect alone, otherwise the prefect Liu's black hat would have been lost long ago.

But even so, Liu Zhifu still has a headache for the flood.

……

"Prefect Liu, this water conservancy map probably wasn't made by you, right?"

The man's thin lips parted slightly, and there was a smile on his face.

It was just that sideways glance that made Liu Zhifu, a middle-aged man, shiver uncontrollably.

Mingming's eyes were smiling, but it was like a knife shining with blood, which made people feel daunting.

Liu Zhifu originally wanted to claim credit for Su Qinghuan's work, but after Murong Chen said this, he fell to the ground in fear.

"Master Mingjian, I don't dare to affix gold to myself indiscriminately. This water conservancy map is indeed not made by me, but by a little girl surnamed Su."

"It's just that the other party hasn't left the cabinet yet, and she's only sixteen or seventeen years old. If I say it's her work, I'm afraid no one will dare to adopt it in future construction."

"Why did Prefect Liu kneel down? People who don't know think I'm being too harsh on you."

Murong Chen lowered his eyes, his thin lips curved slightly.

It's just that although the man looked down at Liu Zhifu like this, he still didn't tell him to get up.

……

Prefect Liu was sweating coldly on his forehead.

He lowered his head tremblingly, his thin lips were trembling, and he dared not speak.

It is said that accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger.

However, Prefect Liu had once met the current Holy Majesty as a pilgrimage.

Even if it is the current Holy Majesty, there is no such thing as this weak young man in front of him that scares him more.

The Holy Majesty is old and sick, and he runs a benevolent government, but the rule is not strict, so there are many officials in the dynasty who are crooked.

If it is true that this son of the Yongchang Prince's Mansion will become a candidate for the Dragon Chair in the future.

Liu Zhifu was really afraid that he would set off a bloody storm in the temples of the entire Xia Dynasty.

Liu Zhifu even suspected that the last time the Yongchang Palace rejected the proposal to adopt the son to the Holy Majesty, was it because they wanted to see how many people in the court were on Murong Chen's side, and how many people were still waiting for the opportunity? move.

……

Seeing Zhifu Liu trembling like a sick cat, and still dare not speak.

Murong Chen suddenly felt a little bored.

He raised his eyes lazily, and his voice was as soft as a feather.

"Prefect Liu, get up."

Now the prefect Liu is approaching the year of knowing his destiny. If he really kneels on the ground and can't get up all the time, it will be boring to kneel and break an old bone.

……

"Thank you, my son."

Liu Zhifu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and then tremblingly got up from the ground.

And Murong Chen was still smiling with thin lips.

Prefect Liu felt like he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Just when he didn't know what to say, Murong Chen's deep and magnetic voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Is the Miss Su who drew the water conservancy map in your mouth the same Miss Su who divorced Duan Feiyang?"

"The son of the world has also heard of her name?"

Liu Zhifu was suddenly astonished.

This prince has only been in Dongcheng for more than a day, right?
And before that, he sent his ineffective young son to pick up the wind and wash away the dust. It stands to reason that Murong Chen should not have had time to hear the rumors in Dongcheng, right? !

……

"When Miss Su left the house before, I happened to see it."

Murong Chen's dark eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Liu Zhifu nodded, he tentatively asked a question.

"Then... Do you want me to introduce Miss Su for the son?"

"No need."

The man pursed his thin lips lightly.

——It would be too wronged for such a beautiful woman with both talents and beauty to almost marry Duan Feiyang, a good-for-nothing waste material.

Seeing that Murong Chen said that no recommendation is needed, Liu Zhifu was startled, a little confused about what Murong Chen meant.

As a result, it took a while to hear Murong Chen speak slowly.

"I'm going to go to the Su Mansion myself."

"..."

Liu Zhifu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, before he was confident that Su Qinghuan would not have a better choice besides his own son.

As a result, looking at the son of the world now, it seems that he still has some interest in Su Qinghuan.

But a merchant's daughter, even if she is a concubine for the son of the world, is a great blessing.

What's more, the son of the world may become the real dragon emperor of the Xia Dynasty in the future, even if he is a concubine, he will also be one of the concubines in the future. This is more beautiful than being the prime minister's wife!

"Then do you need to prepare something for you?"

"No need."

Murong Chen's eyes were cold, and when he glanced at Liu Zhifu's room full of paintings, he felt more and more boring, but his desire to see Su Qinghuan became more and more real.

"I'm going to stay in the hotel, there's no need for Zhiyuan to see me off."

He is not a womanizer, and there are no wives and concubines in the mansion.

When an ordinary man reaches his age, even if he doesn't have a regular wife, he's afraid that he will have all kinds of roommates stuffed in early.

However, Murong Chen's ambition is not here, and he has no interest in the affairs of men and women.

but……

Murong Chen thought of Su Qinghuan's amazing talent.

——If he wanted to keep such a woman for his own use and be his counselor to achieve Qingyun, I'm afraid there is no better way than letting her be his own.

He also doesn't mind using his status as the side concubine of the Yongchang Palace in the future, so that this woman can be his right-hand man with peace of mind.

……

Su Qinghuan didn't know that such an embarrassing "fate" was involved when she went to the magistrate's mansion.

But let alone the side concubine of the palace, even if someone wanted to offer her the position of queen, Su Qinghuan would not like her.

Su Qinghuan went straight back to the Su residence.

And the original owner's parents knew that their daughter had made such a big splash in front of the common people in Dongcheng today, and they were all anxiously waiting.

"Your mother and I also think that retiring the engagement is a good thing, that Duan is not a good thing, but if things go like this, who else in Dongcheng will dare to marry you?"

Su's father looked at Su Qinghuan worriedly, and really didn't know when his daughter had such big opinions.

"That's right, isn't this nonsense!"

Su's mother also agreed.

But Su Qinghuan spoke calmly.

"Father, mother, I want to recruit a wife anyway. What do those who choose their daughter-in-law have anything to do with me?"

(End of this chapter)