Shenhao: The little widow became the richest woman in Beijing

Chapter 153 It’s still unclear who is the fisherman

Xiaotuanzi explained patiently, "It depends on their abilities, conduct, and relationship with you, the host."

"That's what you call it, bestie, that's four stars."

"What about five-stars?" Bai Xueru asked. So far, she has never seen a five-star handsome man.

"A five-star girl is a best friend who has a strong relationship and is willing to risk her life for you."

Bai Xueru nodded, that's not bad. I wonder what star level Mu Yiyun is?

What is she doing recently? Come to think of it, I haven't come to see you recently. I'm probably busy outside again...

In the future,

Above the court,

Mr. Fan Yushi held the memorial in his hand, his face was calm, but in his heart he kept wondering, who did this?

Last night, someone put the evidence and letters of the third prince Heng’s secret meeting with King Chen in Huocheng at his door.

King Chen is the King of Dingnan in Jingzhou, and he is not allowed to enter the capital unless he is Zhao. Now he has not entered the capital, but has left his fiefdom and conspired with a prince. He has 150,000 soldiers and horses in his hands. It is difficult not to make others think about it.

There seems to be conclusive evidence that someone wants to use himself as a weapon.

Fan Yushi's eyes secretly glanced at the second prince, who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, looking incompetent, and the sixth prince, who was standing there calmly and calmly. He pursed his lips and thought, who did it?

However, he has the responsibility of supervision. Even if this matter may offend the third prince, since he knows it, he must report it truthfully.

He took a step forward, bowed and raised the memorial above his head with both hands, and said in an upright voice, "Your Majesty, I have the original memorial."

After Zhou Minghuang saw the memorial presented by the waiter, he was furious. He had just taken a fancy to this third son, and he did such a thing.

Lian Lian himself was assassinated a few days ago, and there was some murderous intent hidden deep in Zhou Minghuang's eyes. Could it be that he suspected that he was the wrong queen? It was the third child who joined forces with King Chen to get the throne, and deliberately used the cruel trick to set up a trap?

If something happened to him, he would join forces with King Chen to seize the throne in the name of his own edict? The third child had always just befriended officials at court, but now he dared to join forces with people who held military power.

He threw the memorial in his hand on the table. Due to the excessive force, the memorial fell to the ground. Emperor Zhou Ming stared at the third prince with majestic eyes.

"I think you have lived a happy life enough!"

The third prince picked up the folded book that fell on the ground, looked at the content on it, and his pupils shrank slightly. He just stayed there for a cup of tea with that person, how could anyone know about it?

It must be Lao Liu, he was in Huocheng during that time. Looking back at Lao Liu angrily,

"Father, someone must have framed my subject. My subject has been in the capital. Father, you know it!"

Zhou Minghuang looked at the third prince with scrutinizing eyes, and then at the sixth prince and the second prince. He had doubts in his heart, but the evidence was abundant. Everything the two said was recorded in the memorial, and there were witnesses.

He raised his eyes and looked at the censor, "Who is the witness you are talking about?"

Fan Yushi ordered a blue-robed young man outside the door to be brought up.

If Bai Xueru were here, she would be surprised to find that this was the person she got into the pack of wolves but was lucky enough to survive.

This person is the nephew of King Chen, and King Chen usually takes good care of him. He was just caught, and after a little intimidation he confessed, without the arrogance in the Colosseum.

Zhou Xuanyin looked at this scene with a stern face. This evidence was indeed not placed at Fan Yushi's door by him. He originally planned to save the most critical moment to deliver a fatal blow to the third prince.

But the Queen's people sneaked into her mansion for some unknown reason, and she used the trick to deliberately leak some flaws, and the Queen's people accidentally found this object.

Between herself and the third prince, she was naturally more wary of the third prince. No, she changed hands and secretly handed it over to the upright censor to expose him.

The third prince doubted himself, while the second prince looked innocent.

Zhou Xuanyin didn't care in his eyes. Since the third son sent someone to kill him, he must also give him a gift to let his father know that his intention to unite with the courtiers was obvious.

Even if he can't do anything about it, he can make his father no longer pay attention to him. After all, his father is not dead yet, so how can he let his son's ambitions expand.

How could he just recuperate and do nothing else when he was in Huocheng?

A letter about the conspiracy between King Chen and the third prince. They were all found by Ying San and others in the third prince's residence.

Since the second prince wants to fight with the third prince, he should be such a person and hint that he intends to support the second prince.

However, he could secretly lead the third prince to find out who had placed the evidence at the censor's door. Between the second prince and himself, it was obvious that the second prince posed a greater threat to the third prince.

By then, it is still unclear who the fisherman will be.

When Bai Xueru woke up, she saw that the courtyard was filled with snow.

This winter snow came late. I wonder when it started to fall at night? Now it seems that it can reach the ankle.

After being taken care of and washed by Baiwei, she couldn't help but speak while looking at the snowy scene outside the window.

"It would be nice if there was more snow. It would be enough to build a snowman."

Baiwei smiled and said, "No, there are two snowmen at the door. They look pretty good."

Bai Xueru had doubts in her eyes. "Oh, who got up so early to build a snowman?"

"I don't know who he is, right at the door. Master, would you like to go take a look?"

Bai Xueru's eyebrows curled up, "Which door is that? You can go and have a look. Later, people will light up the charcoal fire in the plum forest and make tea there. You can make some plum blossoms."

Baiwei replied respectfully: "Okay, I'll go right away. The snowman is at the entrance of the main courtyard. I saw it when my servants went out to do shopping in the morning. It looks somewhat similar to you, master. It's quite cute."

"I even went to take a look. The two snowmen were still wearing scarves. They were quite vivid."

A smile flashed in Bai Xueru's eyes. "Go and take a look later."

Soon,

At the door, Bai Xueru, wearing a white fox fur cloak, stared at the two snowmen quietly, with thoughtful thoughts flashing in her eyes.

The housekeeper smiled and bowed beside Bai Xueru, saying,

"I don't know who piled it up at the door. I saw it when I got up in the morning. Master, you like it. If you like it, I will have people put the snow in the yard and build a snowman."

Such a tall snowman must have taken a lot of thought. I don’t know how long it took to gather snow and polish it before he piled it up into such a plump and fresh look.

I don't know which of the skilled people in the courtyard did it, but he was a bit stupid and didn't know how to ask the master for a reward. The housekeeper thought to himself,

Could it be that another man from the master did this to please the master?

But there’s no name for this, so it’s all in vain!

Bai Xueru stared at the snowman's appearance, blinking her eyelashes lightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

'It would be great if it snows. You can also build a snowman. '

Unexpectedly, after so many days, one of my unintentional words would be remembered by others...

It seemed to appear before my eyes that on a snowy winter night, cold and lonely, someone was spending several hours going around gathering more snow to make a snowman. His eyes were focused, his hands were red from the cold, and he was carefully carving the appearance of the snowman. It was really stupid.

With a faint smile on her lips, Bai Xueru felt a little moved. She turned her head to look at Butler Fang and spoke in a gentle voice.

"I quite like it!"

"But there's no need to pile up any more!"

"This is enough. No matter how many things are piled up, it won't be as good as this one."