Chapter 9: Qianzhuang's fate

"This ..." Master Yin was puzzled and looked at Qian Qian with confusion.
Qian Qian was sad. "The old man only said that he had to do this, and never explained the reason."
Murong Yunshu nodded slightly and handed him a letter, "This is the message from Beijing."
Qian Qiang opened the letter, and suddenly his face was ashamed, and the corners of his mouth were trembling. "How, how, how could this be ..."
"The court wanted to requisition HSBC money ..." The silver master finished reading the first few words and was so shocked that he could not speak.
"The court wants to reform and prepares to issue official bank notes in small denominations, but this must be backed by a powerful bank. HSBC bank is the only national" "bank in the Daye Dynasty. Once it is owned by the court, the reform will be Halfway successful. "
Qian Qian suddenly realized, "All the masters are eager to empty the bank, so even if the court is expropriated, it is just an empty debt-laden shelf."
"Why did the lady want to send someone to the capital to inquire about the news?" The silver director puzzled.
"It was my cousin's sudden visit that reminded me." Murong Yunshu said, "I haven't figured out why my father emptied the bank, until my cousin came to Jinling a few days ago, making me realize that this matter may be related to the court, He sent someone to inquire. "
After Hualingtian went to Beijing four years ago, he never returned to Jinling. They had been in correspondence between them. Even when his father died, he just sent a letter to comfort him, because the queen mother did not allow him to leave the palace. But a few days ago, he suddenly left the palace and came to Jinling. Presumably it was the Queen Mother ’s answer, and the reason for the Queen Mother to nod must be related to Murong House.
Sure enough, according to intelligence from the spies, Hualing's mission to Jinling was to persuade her to hand over HSBC money. Apparently, his pro-kinship was to convince her to bargain with chips, and she refused.
Thinking of this, Murong Yunshu's face "revealed" a helpless "color", the palace is really terrible, and in just four years, the original intimate brother can play tricks on her.
Silver Director: "Then what should we do? Can't wait for Qianzhuang to be taken away by the court, right?"
It was said that Murong Yun's face was so cold for the first time that she was exposed, and there was a little irritability in the clear phoenix's eyes, and an inviolable authority was sandwiched in the faint voice. You can do it if you sign. "
Qian Qian: "But we can't fight the court." Even the old "slaughter" cunning master can only admit his fate. Who can save Qianzhuang?
"We can't fight, someone can fight."
"Who?"
"God."
Qian Qian was petrified in an instant, and all of them came to this field. Why did the lady still have a joke and a serious look ...
After sending off the two directors, Murong Yunshu returned to the yard to bask in the sun. This time he had an additional poem collection.
"Miss, drink tea." Lüer handlessly handed over the freshly made bamboo leaf green with a sad expression. The lady is too idle, too idle, so horrible.
"Well." Murong Yunshu was just thirsty and took the tea and sent it to her mouth. "Ah ..." She jumped up from the stone bench and jumped two steps. The beautiful ceramic cup fell on the book. The tea Splashes were everywhere, but fortunately Luer's eyes were fast, and he caught the cup before it rolled to the ground.
"Do you want to murder your pro-lord?" Murong Yun spit out his tongue, which was so hot, and blamed.
"I don't know if you will drink so quickly." Lu'er also threw out his tongue and grinned. Ha, calm calm master Murong Miss finally jumped! It's a god's eye-opening, Buddha's light!
"I don't know, what else do you want?"
Luer was anxious as soon as she heard it, "Miss, please don't abandon me! I will always think of what Miss thinks and what Miss Thinks, when you are a roundworm in your stomach"
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"You curse roundworms in my stomach?"
"Cang Tianke Jian, I don't dare to curse you even if I curse myself." Lü'er would like to hang southeast branches very much, very much.
Murong Yunshu raised her eyebrows, believing her, picked up the wet poetry collection, gently shake off the tea from the book, put it on a stone table in a clean place to spread out, and then turned around and left. The arty interest was poured over by a cup of tea.
"Miss!" Luer screamed, pointing to the poem collection: "There are words in the book!"
"Is it still called a book if there is no word in the book?" Murong Yunshu said disapprovingly and continued walking without looking back.
"It's not that kind of word ... it's that kind of word ..." Lu'er couldn't explain clearly, and ran over to pull her back to the table, pointing to the dirt "color" handwriting on the book: "Look."
Murong Yunshu was surprised. The place on the book where the tea was wet was indeed printed. It looked like a "sword".
"Bring clean water."
"it is good."
Soon, Luer brought a pot of water to the stone table.
Murong Yunshu carefully tore the pages of the poems and then immersed them in the water one by one. There were no words on the first few sheets of paper, there was a word in the middle, and the last few were gone.
All the words spelled out in order are ... 50 million Tibetan silver in Mingjian Mountain Villa.
Fifty million!
It happened to be the financial loophole of Qianzhuang.
Murong Yunshu suddenly realized that her father had hidden the silver in Mingjian Mountain Villa. No wonder she didn't find half a penny for digging the ground of Murong House for three feet. No wonder Mingjian Mountain Villa hurriedly withdrew ...
But she didn't understand, why didn't her father tell her directly?
"I heard that the prince is sick."
"Well." Bai Zi left.
"The emperor list is posted on the street, and the court rewards gold for two thousand famous doctors."
"Oh." Right-handed sunspot.
"Miss, have you known this for a long time?"
"Not early, I learned three days ago." It was sent with the news that the court wanted to requisition Qianzhuang.
It's not too early! Luer deflated his mouth, "Prince is a young master, why are you not nervous at all?"
"Can't die again, what are you nervous about?"
"How do you know you can't die?"
Murong Yun slowly put a black spot on the chessboard and said lightly: "I know the person who poisoned him." To be precise, he met and knew the name.