"I'll wait to see what you can get in three days!"

Qian Lin's face suddenly became black at the speed visible to the naked eye. He snorted coldly and left with a cruel word.

See him leave, the anger in the heart of the flower on the street just abate, the eye light takes a little bit solemn to look at the crowd, "three days later, I will give you satisfactory results."

……

Since the food brought by the palace began to be distributed, the situation in the city and the trend of rumors have changed slowly.

However, after the food was exhausted, the people's resentment was stirred up again. This time, not only did they go abroad, but also Yanbei city was labeled as "Inaction".

However, no matter what the outside world says, moshanghua and yanbeicheng are all stuffy in the post house these days, ignoring the external affairs at all.

Qin Ya looked at the bed, is slowly turning over the medical books on the flowers, and sitting on the side of Yan Beicheng tea and snacks, heart has already become ants on the hot pot.

"Princess and Prince, today is the third day. The rumors in the city are more serious than before. The number of people who died of starvation has increased a lot. The temporary relief from the palace can't hold on. You should think about something."

The flower on the stranger calmly and freely looked up from the book Qin Ya one eye, "I all know."

"Well, what about you?" Qin Ya Leng Leng Leng, full of doubts.

Yan Beicheng's heart on the behavior of flowers on the street is clear, but there is no point broken, with the opening: "I said love Princess ah, you'd better say it, this little girl can be anxious to cry."

Flowers on the street will close the book, but smile and shake his head, "you will know when your brother comes back."

Just as he was talking, Qin Lin actually came in, followed by a man with a jade face. He was dressed in a blue Royal robe. He was equipped with a very romantic folding fan. He shook it from time to time, and the whole person seemed to be wanton.

"A thousand willows?" Yan Beicheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at him strangely, but he had some answers in his heart.

"It's Ben." Hua qianliu walked to Yan Beicheng's side with a smile, closed the fan and gently touched his shoulder, "I am a great hero in this matter, I can tell you, treat me better."

Mo Shang Hua restrained the convulsion of the corners of her mouth, looked at Qin ya, who was puzzled by her eyes, and Yan Beicheng, whose face was also strange. She said, "what do you do with so much nonsense, just tell them the things first."

"I made such a great contribution, how can you still be so rude?" Hua qianliu immediately aggrieved flat mouth, but still obediently told the matter from the beginning.

As early as Qin Lin's investigation results came out, moshanghua had a way to deal with it. Going to Qianfu was just to see what drugs they were selling.

In fact, it is very simple. On the day she got the news, she used the gold and silver promised by Yan Beicheng and the gold and silver left by Yan cenxuan. She ordered Qin Lin to take tens of thousands of Liang to buy grain from thousands of miles away. Now she calculates the time and just comes back.

"Tut Tut, I'm really worthy of being the princess of this king. I'm as smart as this king." Yan Beicheng raised his lips and laughed. If his eyes seemed to have nothing, he swept the flowers and willows, and he directly put the brushwood into his arms.

What seems to be an unintentional and natural act is a direct declaration of one's sovereignty.

The flower on the street disliked to push him aside, moved toward the side, quietly vomited two words, "will only stick gold on his face, is really a scoundrel."