Kuaichuan Counterattack: Lord God, please pet me gently!

Chapter 75 Treasure Fan Romance (8)

The original owner had a deep understanding of the history of the Yuan Dynasty, and there was indeed such a young painter in the official history, but the history books recorded that he died of illness early and was not married.

As for the princess of the Yi country, it was even unheard of. According to historical records, during the reign of Emperor Yuan Jing, there was no concubine in the harem who came here with a foreigner.

This netizen didn't learn history well, or... He accidentally glanced at the name of the post. Unfortunately, the post is old and the user name has already been canceled.

For some reason, Ming Xuan's shadow appeared in Kuang Xin's mind.

Could it be that she had listened to the legend and wanted to use the ice bone fan to change her fate against the sky?
But if you stole it, why did you frame the original owner in the end?Aren't the relatives and men of the original owner in her hands?

Kuang Xin suddenly felt his head swell, and there were a lot of questions that he couldn't solve.

"What are you thinking about?" Ning Zheqing's voice sounded in his ears, flowing like a clear spring, and without knowing it, Kuang Xin felt a little better.

"It's nothing." Kuang Xin smiled reassuringly, "I stayed up late last night, and now I'm a little sleepy. I'll go back to rest first, brother, you are busy."

Looking at Kuang Xin's back, Ning Zheqing's mouth twitched into a faint smile.

While contemplating how to proceed with the investigation of the Bing Bone Fan, he unknowingly returned to Xiao's house.

"Hello Miss Cousin."

Jiangnan garden-style building, in front of Xiao's house in Shuxiangmendi, the housekeeper Xiao Wen stood respectfully on one side, took the coat handed by Kuang Xin, "Miss said you have to take a good rest in the hospital, why did you come back suddenly?" gone?"

"I don't like the smell of the hospital, but it's more comfortable at home." Kuang Xin stretched her waist. Xiao's house has lush vegetation, green mountains and green waters, and the air is excellent, making it very comfortable.

"So that's the case. Miss Cousin, please go back to your room and rest." Xiao Wen nodded respectfully, recalled something, and showed embarrassment.

"Uncle Xiao, do you have anything to say?"

Kuang Xin saw his doubts and searched the memory of the original owner.

It suddenly dawned on me that three days later it was the 50th birthday of the original owner's father, Ming Zhengyuan, and an invitation letter should have been sent today.

The original owner already had hatred for her father. At that time, she tore up the invitation letter and threw it into the trash can, but did not attend.

Sure enough, Xiao Wen took out a red gold-stamped invitation letter from his pocket, "This...is from the Ming family. Mr. Ming will hold a birthday party in three days. Miss Biao, look..."

"Where are you going? You're asking for no fun!"

Xiao Wen's hand was empty, and the invitation was replaced by Xiao Yingluo who came back at some time, and looked at it in disgust, as if to tear it up.

Kuang Xin smiled, stepped forward and snatched it: "I must go."

Xiao Yingluo was stunned for a while, then reached out to touch Kuang Xin's forehead, "You don't have a fever, do you? That's the Ming family? How many times in these years have you not torn it off?"

Kuang Xin was about to speak when a steady and powerful voice came from behind.

"Xin'er just go, uncle supports you!"

The three of them turned their heads, and it turned out that Xiao Feng, who was in a panic at home and had been suspended for investigation, also came over with a birdcage at some point.

"Dad, you're really free, you don't worry about stolen cultural relics at all!" Xiao Yingluo curled her lips and said angrily.

"I've thought a lot these days, and some things are about fate." Xiao Feng walked over and patted Kuang Xin on the shoulder lightly, "The problem between you and your father will be resolved one day."

"As for fate or evil, it depends on what you think."

(End of this chapter)