Ci Jinzhi

Hua Daizhao had a friendly smile on his face, and there were six pieces of sweet cake stacked in the oil paper bag in his hand.

Xin You was stunned for a moment, with surprise in her eyes: "Did you give them all to me?"

Hua Daizhao was also stunned for a moment, and nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

“I ate the sweet cake Huadaizhao gave me before. It was delicious and I have never forgotten it.”

Hua Daizhao showed a big smile: "As long as Xin Daizhao likes it."

Xin You took the sweet cake, wrapped it in oil paper again, carried Shi Shiran and pushed out the door.

Hua Daizhao felt strange: "Xin Daizhao, where are you going?"

Xin You lifted the sweet cake in his hand and said with a smile: "Go to Qingsong Bookstore and invite friends to try the sweet cake."

When she walked away, a man standing at the door in the east hall, Dai Zhao, shook his head: "You just went to the Yamen now and you're leaving now?"

 Another person said in a sour tone: "Who cares what status a person has or if he skips work?"

When Huazhao heard it, he rolled his eyes and said, "You don't have to worry about it anyway." After saying that, he turned around and returned to the west hall.

 “Hey, look at him—” Dai Zhao, who was making slanderous remarks, raised his legs to catch up and argue.

Another person grabbed him and said, "Forget it, he's climbed up a high branch and we can't afford to offend him."

Li Daizhao silently walked to the door and listened to the two people's discussion. He subconsciously loosened his clenched hands, and his palms were all sweaty.

 Ci Daizhao saw Hua Taizhao coming in empty-handed and asked: "Brother Hua, where are the sweet cakes?"

"Sweet cake? Where did you get the sweet cake?" Hua Daizhao pretended to be confused.

“No, didn’t you just say that you bought a few pieces of sweet cake, give one to Xin Daizhao first, and leave one piece for each of us?”

"You heard wrong, there are no sweet cakes." Hua Zhao sat down, spread out the rice paper, and his stomach suddenly growled.

Xin You left the Hanlin Academy and walked down the street with a leisurely expression, walking all the way to Qingsong Bookstore.

There was someone arranged by He Qingxiao near the Hanlin Academy, and soon Xinyou's whereabouts reached his ears.

“Sir, Miss Xin went to Qingsong Bookstore.”

Going to Qingsong Bookstore at this time, there is undoubtedly a new situation, and the two of them have a tacit understanding in this regard. He Qingxiao made some arrangements and quietly went to Qingsong Bookstore.

Qingsong Bookstore has not opened yet. Xin You entered from the east courtyard and waited for He Qingxiao in the front flower hall.

 Place before her was a sweet cake and a purse.

"Master, haven't you had breakfast yet?" Liu Zhou offered tea and a plate of snacks.

 The tea is steaming hot, and the snack is soft and sweet osmanthus cake.

“The tea was made by my own hands, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was made by Mrs. Yang, don’t worry.”

Xin You nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Liu Zhou's eyes were bright and he was full of energy.

Since joining the new owner, life has become more and more exciting. How can he, a bookstore boy, be so virtuous and capable?

Xinyou drank a cup of tea and ate two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and He Qingxiao arrived.

 “Have you had breakfast, Mr. He?”

He Qingxiao wanted to politely say that he had eaten, but when he saw the girl smiling, he accidentally said the opposite: "I haven't eaten."

Liu Zhou, who was about to exit, took a deep look at He Qingxiao.

 Mr. He, is he too down-to-earth in front of a young and beautiful girl? Don't you care about your image in the other person's eyes at all?

 He Qingxiao understood Liu Zhou's eyes and fell into silence.

 He is not, he cares!

“Master He, please eat two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake to appease your stomach.”

He Qingxiao ate two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in silence, neither more nor less, and then talked about business: "Miss Xin, did you find anything?" Xin You handed him her purse.

 The plain purse is embroidered with a clump of bluegrass, which is elegant and fresh. It is completely different from the square and dark purse that He Qingxiao often uses.

 For him?

He Qingxiao reached out to pick it up and heard Xin You say: "I went to the Hanlin Academy today and found that the tea can in the office had been tampered with, so I took some tea leaves and put them in my purse. Mr. He has someone here who can identify poisons. ?"

He Qingxiao paused while holding the purse: "Yes."

“There is also this sweet cake, let’s check it out too.” Xinyou pushed the sweet cake over.

"This is-"

"The painting was sent to me by the imperial edict. Although I think there is no problem with the painting waiting for the edict, but at this special time, it is better to check the food in my hand." Xin You said this with an indifferent expression.

  She is not waiting for an edict to deal with the painting, but is cautious, so there is nothing to be pretentious about.

"Then wait for my news." He Qingxiao looked at Xin You with apologies in his eyes, "It's going to be a hard day these days."

He has experienced the days of being on guard at every turn, and it is very uncomfortable.

As the envoy of Jinlin Weibei Town, he should have found out the truth instead of relying on Ayou to use his body as bait.

"It's not hard." Xin You's eyes were as bright as stars, "This is something I have been looking forward to for a long time."

 I went to Beijing alone, step by step, and finally got here.

Xin You returned to the Hanlin Academy. When he went out to look for food at noon, he received the news: the tea was mixed with poisonous weeds, and the sweet cake was fine.

From this point of view, poisoning is the opponent’s preferred method. If she didn't give him a chance, the next step would be assassination, and this was what she was waiting for.

 In the next few days, Xin You got up in the morning and went to the Yamen. After getting off the Yamen, he went to Qingsong Bookstore. He stayed there for an hour before returning to his residence. He moved very regularly.

 Zhang Yuchen couldn't wait for Xinyou to be poisoned and didn't want to waste any more.

 He has always been a decisive person. This was the case when he plotted against Queen Xin back then, and he was also like this when he led Gu Changbo to take action after discovering Queen Xin's traces last year.

His second uncle was knowledgeable and capable, but he was prone to looking forward and backward and missed good opportunities.

 “Go ahead, win or lose, and don’t fall into the other’s hands.”

The man who bowed his head and obeyed the order clasped his fists and retreated without saying a word.

Xin You left Qingsong Bookstore that day, and a drizzle began to fall outside.

Liu Zhou suggested: "My boss, why don't we go back by car."

The boss seems to like walking very much. Aren't you tired?

“No need, it’s not raining too much. After sitting in the Hanlin Academy for most of the day, I should be able to relax when I walk.”

 “Master, hold an umbrella.” Zhu Xiaoyue handed over a bamboo umbrella.

 “Thank you.” Xinyou took it back, opened the umbrella and walked out.

The oil umbrella made of bamboo bones looks like a blue flower when opened, moving slowly in the rain, blocking the cool drizzle and blocking people's sight.

It was already evening, and it was raining again. There were only a few people walking on the street, and their footsteps were hurried.

Xin You held the handle of the umbrella and walked toward his residence calmly.

  She had a hunch that this was the time for the other party to take action.

 It is dark and there are few pedestrians, so the movement and sight of people holding umbrellas will be affected to some extent. If she was the assassin, she would definitely choose this time.

Walking through a row of shops, the surrounding area became wider, and an old man walked towards me in the drizzle, holding a large bamboo basket in his hand.

There was another person three feet away behind the old man. The person was holding an ink umbrella. Because it was held low, the umbrella covered his face and eyes. From the looks of it, he was a young man.

Xinyou's eyes fell on the old man who was getting closer and closer.

Through the light emitted by the lanterns hanging in front of the eaves of the shop, you can clearly see that the old man has an ordinary face and a simple expression, and there is nothing eye-catching about him.

Xin You’s eyes stayed on the old man’s face for a few breaths before looking away.