Chapter 119 The Owner of the Village and Her Little Wife with Different Appearances [41]
Shen Wanqing took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said lightly: "If what you said, General Shen, is true, it's impossible to find any clues."
After listening to the girl's words, Shen Jinfeng shook his head for a while, "We have checked it all, but we really couldn't find any relevant information, as if it was wiped clean."
"impossible."
Shen Wanqing shook her head calmly, she put down the teacup, her light-brown eyes narrowed slightly like those of a kitten.
"Have General Shen found out the mother who delivered the birth?" Shen Wanqing seemed to ask casually.
Hearing this, Shen Jinfeng thought for a while, then shook his head and replied, "No. When we went to check, that mama had disappeared, and the neighbors said that she had moved out of the capital, and no one knew where she went. "
The girl looked casual, her slender fingertips lightly tapping the table.
The deep eyes were half-squinted, and the dark red lips were gently raised, and a faint smile passed by.
"Perhaps you can check it out at a temple in the south of the capital." Shen Wanqing's voice was light, her head tilted a little carelessly.
"The temple in the south of the city?" Shen Jinfeng was slightly startled, and seemed a little puzzled.
Shen Wan calmly hummed, "There may be someone you're looking for."
"Midwife?"
She glanced at Shen Jinfeng with a flat expression, "Maybe."
Shen Jinfeng was a little surprised, "How did you know?"
Didn't the midwife leave the capital?
Didn't she believe what they said?
And why do you know where the midwife is?
748 was a little proud to be able to hear the voices of everyone except Shen Wanqing and the gold master's father.
How does the host know?
Of course, because of my walking golden finger, the golden buff is here!
Otherwise, according to the strength of the host, this spicy chicken, how could it possibly know!
748's little heart suddenly began to twitch.
Shen Wanqing had already stood up coldly, brushed the hem of his clothes, and said indifferently: "This is inconvenient to tell, Qingqing will leave first if he has something else to do. As for the progress of the south of the city, General Shen can come over to report, Qingqing will come."
"Okay." Shen Jinfeng nodded.
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Fu Yaxuan.
In the hall of Fu Yaxuan, talented and beautiful people gathered. All the men were handsome and charming, with a paper fan in their hands, shaking gently, so they were very handsome.
The girls are beautiful and pleasant, with good etiquette, and their manners are honorable and courteous.
A man in a royal blue gown, a white-faced scholar, gently shook the paper fan in his hand.
A pair of peach blossom eyes are smiling, and their eyes are full of romance.
He is the host who organized this banquet today - Ling Jianming.
Ling Jianming smiled and waved the paper fan, and greeted the talented and beautiful women who came and went to sit on the seat.
The decoration in the hall is luxurious, but not vulgar, with landscape paintings and copybooks hanging, which is quite elegant.
Smoke billows from the delicate censer.
The light purple gauze curtain outlines a quiet and elegant differentiation, and there are seats in the hall.
There are several plates of delicate and delicious dishes and desserts in the banquet, and a small wine jug is placed next to it. Picking up the wine glass and pouring a glass gently, the wine is full of fragrance.
Sitting in the middle of the banquet was the young lady who had already arrived, and a group of young gentlemen were sitting in the banquet, with casual postures, swinging origami fans, and chatting in a relaxed and lazy voice, discussing poetry and songs.
On the other hand, because men and women are not clear about giving and receiving, men and women should avoid suspicion, so the girls' banquet is opposite to the group of sons and brothers.
As if everyone was there, Ling Jianming opened the fan with a swipe, and came over in a romantic way, shaking the fan.
"Since everyone is here, let's start today's poems and songs."