After lifting the curtain, he saw Yuan Baoer and hurried over.

"Sir," she bent carefully, cautiously.

Yuan Baoer nodded coldly, "I'll take a look at the youngest."

"I'm here," the old woman was really scared by the imperial prison and hurriedly led the way.

Guo Laoyao was drinking medicine. When he saw Yuan Baoer coming, he struggled to get up to greet him.

Yuan Baoer held him down, "Don't be polite, you have injuries on your body, lie down."

Guo Laoyao is not as strong as Yuan Baoer, so he can only lie down.

Yuan Baoer put down the things and asked him how he was in the mood. When he learned that most of them were skin trauma, he said, "I brought some medicinal materials, which are all for warming the body and replenishing qi. Eat more and take care of your body as soon as possible."

Guo Laoyao hurriedly thanked him.

Yuan Baoer smiled and turned her head to look at the old woman who followed her.

Guo Laoyao understood in a second, paid his mother for it, and said, "Sir, have those people caught?"

Yuan Baoer noticed the panic in his eyes and smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, there are people here to protect you. If anyone wants to do anything in the future, they will definitely be taken down."

Guo Laoyao breathed a lot of relief.

"That's good."

"You suffered this time," Yuan Baoer smiled and said, "I will definitely compensate you in the future."

Guo Laoyao was overjoyed and said politely, "You are so kind, sir."

“That’s what I should have done.”

Yuan Baoer smiled slightly.

"Okay, since you're fine, I'll go back."

She stood up and Guo Laoyao wanted to give it to him.

Yuan Baoer held him down, "You can rest for a long time, let's talk about the rest when you get better."

Yuan Baoer said it twice, and it was a foregone conclusion.

Guo Laoyao was secretly happy and watched Yuan Baoer leave with a serious look.

Yuan Baoer left the Guo family all the way and noticed something was strange after he didn't walk far.

She didn't look back, and her steps were still the same, just being alert in secret.

A voice gradually came from behind, and Yuan Baoer was tense all over. Just when he thought the person was coming, and he wanted to explode, there was a cry of as thin as a mosquito and flies behind him.

"grown ups."

Yuan Baoer was a little familiar with the voice. She turned her head and saw the youngest lady.

Yuan Baoer felt a little relieved and lowered her figure slightly, "Do you have something to do?"

The little lady nodded and opened her hand that she had been holding tightly, revealing a piece of candy that was being pinched.

"Give it to you," she said even more quietly, her eyes staring at Yuan Baoer, and her throat rolled up and down, obviously forcing her to suppress her greed.

"Thank you," Yuan Baoer pinched it and wiped it into her mouth.

The little lady seemed to have not expected it, her eyes widened.

Yuan Baoer was amused by her, touched her little head with the horn, and said gently: "I have received your wishes, but I am already an adult and don't eat candy."

"Do you help me taste it, is it sweet?"

It was naturally sweet. The little lady swallowed hard and nodded hard again.

Yuan Baoer thought the child was so cute, so she couldn't help but rub her soft hair again, and then said, "I'll come to see you again in a few days."

The young lady nodded and sent her out of the alley with a serious look.

Yuan Baoer got into the car and saw that she was still watching, so she waved at her and then left.

When he returned to the mansion, Ma Tang came to the hot soup.

Just as I was about to drink, the mouse arrived.

The mouse is so busy these days, and there is nothing that I won’t be able to do.

Yuan Baoer asked Ma Tang to have another bowl and wait for him to come.

The mouse took two sips of the soup, relieved his thirst, and then said, "I suspect Min Dalang is not dead."

"How can I tell," Yuan Baoer asked back.

It was precisely because of Min Dalang's death that many things broke out and caused a series of changes.

If he wasn't dead, why would those people risk losing their heads?

The mouse said: "The Meng family has a lot of money this time. If it were just Hou Yong or Hou Xiaomei, would the Meng family have?"

Yuan Baoer disagreed, "Without Min Dalang, and Min Xiaolang, isn't it the same?"

The mouse's expression moved slightly.

Yuan Baoer nodded slightly, with a deep meaning in her eyes, "It's what you think it means."

"Hou Yong is really," Mouse didn't know what to say for a moment.

Hou Xiaomei is also a relative of a military general. Even if she cannot join the aristocratic family, she can find a serious official family and marry into the mistress. She can't think about it and insist on having a wife and a child.

It's okay to get involved, but he even gave birth to a child.

Such a child is grown up in the future and knows what his identity is. How should she face it?

Mouse was able to associate with Gu Sheng for many years, and their ideas were more or less similar, and both were very despised by such behavior.

Yuan Baoer did not suppress Hou Xiaomei's disrespect and Hou Yong's indulgence to suppress the rebellion. He just pulled the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "I heard of it at that time, but I only heard that I had never seen it with my own eyes. However, it seems that this matter is a bit true if the Meng family can run around like this."

The mouse opened his mouth and couldn't think of any words to describe it, so he skipped this paragraph and talked about his own inference.

The stolen baggage seemed to be stolen on the surface, but in fact, this matter was not as simple as they thought.

Old Man Wang was not innocently killed.

The reason why the baggage drawings were stolen was the work of Old Man Wang.

The cause is money.

The salary paid by the Ministry of Works is not low, and it is enough for ordinary people to spend.

Before getting married, Old Man Wang was indeed enough to spend money. Not only was he enough, but he also saved a lot every month.

But as he got married, the family expenses increased.

His wife is also very generous in spending money. She spent the money every month without waiting for the salary to be paid.

This situation continued until the wife became pregnant and saw that she could not get the food at home and that the old man Wang was anxious.

At this moment, someone told him that he wanted to buy some rare things.

The Ministry of Industry has developed a lot of interesting things every day, and some people spend a lot of money to buy.

Old Man Wang hesitated and refused, but his wife failed to resist the temptation of money and spent a lot of money.

Seeing that someone was going to get his wife to pay off the debt, Old Man Wang still secretly copied the drawings.

"How did he print it?"

Most of the drawings of the Ministry of Works are locked in the government office, and there is no trace of paper in the courtyard.

Suddenly, she remembered that there was something wrong with the catapult that was being studied a while ago, and the height of the delivery was always insufficient. She came to the courtyard with drawings and a piece of utensil. At that time, everyone was studying this, so they looked at it together.

Her mouth opened slightly, and when she recalled carefully, it seemed that it was not just this drawing at that time, but another drawing that had just been studied and was not perfect, but was already very good.

And that one was created by the Huainan rebels.

The source was found, and Yuan Baoer's face was very bad.

She has always trusted everyone, so she doesn't shy away from many things.

But now it seems that she was wrong.

Human nature is very complicated. If you look open and open, you may not be really open and open.

And she shouldn't have taken the teaching exam.

"Are you okay?"

When the mouse saw something was wrong with her, he hurriedly asked.

Yuan Baoer shook her head and whispered: "It's okay, you continue talking."

The mouse said: "Old Man Wang sent out the drawings, and the Meng family was threading the needle and threading them."

"Then the one who silences it too?"

Yuan Baoer asked.

The mouse shook his head and saw Yuan Baoer with questions. He spoke with some difficulty, "That person is very professional in his actions and is also very familiar with our style. He probably knows us."
To be continued...