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A woman in a palace maid dress appeared on the paper. The woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a beautiful appearance and a pair of long eyebrows that made people unforgettable at first sight.

Xu Pingjun looked at the portrait for a long time, shook her head and said, "I haven't seen it before."

There are more than a thousand palace ladies in the palace, and it is impossible for everyone to see her. Although she is the queen, she has always been a frugal servant, with only more than a dozen palace ladies around her. The rest is to do rough cleaning work in Jianzhang Palace.

Some palace ladies think they have good faces when they meet, but they have never met this palace ladies.

The palace servants were released, where can I find someone who knew this palace servant? I didn’t know her identity, but how did I check it? Xu Ping’s more worried about it and said, “Brother, look at the next…”

"Empress, don't worry, just leave it to me." Cheng Mo said: "Although this man died, he still leaves clues."

"Just leave a clue. This person deserves to die." Xu Pingjun said hatefully, and he was more than dead when he attacked her child.

Cheng Mo left Jianzhang Palace and did not go to Xuanshi Palace to have tea, but came straight to the Prime Minister Gongwen. This was once his office place, and it can be said that he was familiar with the journey.

When the doorman saw him coming, he smiled and said, "Prince, why are you free to come here today?"

In the past, you had to be a marquis before you could be a prime minister. As the saying goes, you were a marquis and a prime minister. Later, when the conditions became wider, you could be a prime minister first and then a marquis. The person in front of you was a great man. Not only was he a marquis named a marquis, but he also went from being a prime minister to a king. It was difficult for him to get the Prime Minister Gong Wing, so how could he do it if he didn't even slap him tightly?

Cheng Mo said: "I'll inform you."

Bingji was handling official business. He spread a memorial in front of him, frowned in the shape of a Sichuan character. He received a report from Cheng Mo. He quickly closed the memorial and greeted it. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, a smile appeared on his face.

"Please, please."

"Please ask Prime Minister B."

When the two saw the greeting, they did not politely. They walked in hand in hand and sat down with the object. Cheng Mo said straight to the point: "Please wait for the Prime Minister to take a walk."

There was something important to talk about. Bingji waved his hand and the waiter stepped out.

Cheng Mo lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty has been ascending the throne for four years. The eldest son of the emperor is already four years old, and the second son of the emperor is also two years old. I wonder if Prime Minister B had ever thought about submitting a memorial to appoint a crown prince?"

Bingji's face was solemn, and he said, "Prince, the establishment of the prince is the foundation of the country."

He didn't understand what medicine Cheng Mo took wrong today, so he ran away for no reason to say this.

"Yes, so I should be asked to stand up. Your Majesty is twenty-two years old."

"Twenty-two years old!" Bingji choked with saliva and coughed repeatedly. You know that the emperor is only twenty-two years old this year. The 22-year-old young man is anxious to make an heir early. Is he sick or sick?

Cheng Mo blinked and said, "Yes, it's not too small."

"As far as I know, the prince is one year older than His Majesty." Bingji couldn't bear it anymore. What was the disease that King Bei'an had wrong? He came to talk nonsense in broad daylight.

Cheng Mo's face did not flush, his heart did not beat, and he said, "How can I compare with Your Majesty?"

"..." Bingji was speechless. Is it really good for you to bully honest people like this?

"I just returned to Beijing from Yangzhou. I heard that a new talented man named Shen Jian, whose courtesy name is Canghai. I wonder if Prime Minister Bing has heard of Shen Canghai?" Cheng Mo came today, and his main purpose was to understand whether Bingji knew what Shen Jian did. This person was the one that Bingji liked.

After the test, Cheng Mo got to the point.

"Chen Canghai? Xiaguan has some impression. The scriptures are well written and the people are humble and polite. I wonder how the prince remembers this person?" Bingji did not hide his appreciation of Chen Xue, and at the same time wondered how Cheng Mo knew that there was such a person. You must know that the person who could remember Cheng Mo, the King of Bei'an, was in his heart and came to ask him specifically, was definitely not simple.

Cheng Mo smiled faintly and said, "I heard someone mention it by chance that this person is extremely eloquent."

Bingji said in surprise: "He is very disciplined in front of the lower officials."

Of course, no one who is blinded will dare to talk big in front of the prime minister of the dynasty. With Cheng Mo, he was the kindness of recommending Bingji, and his title was far above Bingji.

Bingji didn't know much about Chen Shan's hometown in the suburbs of Jingzhou and three generations of good people.

To participate in the imperial examination, you must report the names of the three generations of ancestors and be honest before you can participate. Bingji's understanding of him is limited to this.

Cheng Mo came out of the Prime Minister's Wing and went around the place where the palace ladies were selected. There was a lot of bellows and swallows, and there was nothing to see. When he returned home, Jiang Jun was waiting outside the study room. When he saw him coming back, he followed him into the study room and said, "Your Majesty is from a poor family, but he has a two-entry yard in the capital. His subordinates have checked it and the yard is recorded in his name."

Prime Minister Shaoshi was just a small official with a salary of 300 stones. Although he worked in Prime Minister Gongwo and was a prime minister, he could do it, but he was less than three months old. No matter how greedy he could, he could not be enough to buy two silvers to enter the yard in the capital. Any dynasty or house in the capital was astonishingly expensive. Moreover, this yard was recorded in his name two days before he entered the capital.

His family is poor and can never afford it.

It's strange that there is no weirdness.

"Can we find out who the original owner was?"

Soon, a short man was called with a Beijing accent. When he saw Cheng Mo, he was so excited: "Prince, where are you the King of Bei'an? The young man has seen you several times in his dream. You are much more handsome than the younger man."

Cheng Mo rolled his eyes and opened Jiang Jun slantedly.

Jiang Jun had a stern face and said in a deep voice: "Old Qiu, the prince is not allowed to talk nonsense."

"Who bought my old yard? Prince, how could the young man know?" said the man named Qiu Laoer: "The young man brought the man with the silver notes and gave him the deeds, so he didn't care about that much."

Thinking of the extra money from the mallet, Old Qiu smiled like a greedy rat.

Jiang Jun's face darkened and said, "Why don't you talk well? Go to the prison for three years first, and I'll ask you again in three years."

The young man in front of him was fierce, and the handsome and unpretentious King Bei'an didn't say anything, and it seemed that he would send him to the prison. Old Qiu said consciously: "It was indeed a person brought by human teeth. This man is about thirties and has a big mole on his eyebrows. He looked at him with an accent from other places and deliberately raised the price, but he did not bargain."

A man with mole on his eyebrows.

I don’t have a small mole on my face, not even a little mole on my face.

Who bought a yard in the midst of the quarrel before he arrived in Beijing and waited for him to move in?

After Chen Ge became the prime minister, Shao Shi, he did not take his wife to Beijing, but bought two concubines. In his backyard, there were only these two girls.

He had just returned from a candidate palace maid. The girl was fourteen years old this year and looked elegant and refined, but her family was so poor that she couldn't bear it. He only used two taels of silver and one promise to make the girl agree to become his inner support after entering the palace.

Humming a little tune, he walked into the alley. His eyes turned black, and a linen covered his head, then he immediately soared into the air. He was lifted up and carried on his shoulders.
Chapter completed!