Chapter 180 (1/2)

Zheng Zhongguang looked at Xiao Zimu's leaving figure and was stunned in situ.

What did your highness say just now?

He wants to sign this lotus picture?

Is this painting actually his work?

Zheng Zhongguang's shoulders collapsed and his body was bleak.

His former feelings of resentment and jealousy lingered around and mocked his ridicule.

It turned out that even without identity.

They have always been different.

After Xiao Zimu left his study, Xinya and Yin Guangbo heard that his highness had asked the prime minister to come and ask questions, so they came out of the side hall and waited at the door.

At this time, seeing his highness coming out, they greeted him.

”Xinya, go and follow the prefect to see who he will associate with.” Xiao Zimu ordered Xin Ya, turned and looked at Yin Guangbo and said, ”go to the government office and bring some officers and soldiers to guard here, mainly house arrest Zheng Zhongguang.”

Yin Guangbo answered and hurried to the government office.

Xiao Zimu left the mansion and walked alone on the empty street.

The bright moon is as clear as water.

Everything under the shadow of the moon has a kind of loneliness in which the dust settles.

There are sporadic lights on the street, which are reflected on Xiao Zimu's warm face.

At this time, he was still dressed in a ragged short brown, looking at the mountains in the distance. Under the reflection of the mountain moon, his eyebrows looked like a picture.

Xiao Zimu stopped to meditate for a while, then quickened his pace and walked to the inn.

The night was already deep. By the time Xiao Zimu returned to the inn, the waiter on duty had fallen asleep on the table.

After knocking on the door for a long time, the waiter woke up from his dream, opened his bleary eyes and impatiently opened the door for him.

”Is there anything else to eat?” Xiao Zimu remembered at this time that he had not eaten and was already hungry.

”There are only cakes at this point. Twelve. Do you want to?” The waiter glanced at him and replied impatiently.

”Forget it.” Xiao Zimu smiled bitterly. He might as well go back and eat some dry food, at least preserved meat.

”No money, no affectation.” The waiter muttered, turned to find a comfortable position and continued to lie down.

Xiao Zimu looked at his unbridled sleeping face, shook his head slightly and walked towards his room.

After entering the house, he pulled out the meat cake and preserved meat from the package and ate them together. He also found pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his luggage. After eating the cake, he wiped his hands with a towel and wrote a letter to the beginning of summer with a faint candle light.

The candle wick was beating like his mood was fluctuating at the moment.

The letter before the beginning of summer did not tell him that Zheng Zhongguang, the ancient Wanfu Yin, was his cousin.

What he was asked to do in the early summer seemed to have something to do with the famine, but in fact it didn't have much to do with it.

He instinctively didn't believe it. At the beginning of summer, he asked him to come to ancient Anhui, but he didn't know anything about it.

If the beginning of summer knew about it but didn't specifically tell him, there is only one possibility. The beginning of summer thinks it's not important, or it's an introduction.

He chose to believe Zheng Zhongguang, not because Zheng Zhongguang was his cousin.

But Mao Xianchun's words seem smooth, but they are full of loopholes.

Mao Xianchun was calm after entering the study. When he saw Xiao Zimu, he knelt down to him and called his highness.

That etiquette is calm and sophisticated. It's not like a government official at all. After learning that such a big thing happened today, he was temporarily called over for questioning. It should be coherent.

Although Mao Xianchun deliberately pretended to know nothing at first, his subsequent words made Xiao Zimu more suspicious.

If, as he said, Zheng Zhongguang colluded with officials and businessmen to bid up food prices, and even let those who wanted to go to Beijing to report die.