The four of them brought a tea kettle, Qingqing took the book casually, and walked towards the forest with laughter.

In the distance, the guard kept his distance behind them.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the lights are bright in the depths of the mansion.

In the middle of the room, Zhang Zheng saluted respectfully, and then said: Master, Du Xiang came to ask again, and asked why he didn't do it yet? The slave had already explained according to your meaning, but he came again and again, and the slave had no choice but to come to ask the master for instructions.

After saying that, he bowed again.

Chu Yun stepped down from the high seat in front of him, his blood-colored clothes fluttering, stopped after two steps, and said: Have you asked him, have you done what I want to do?

When Zhang heard this, his heart was sure and he immediately replied: Naturally, I asked. He said that from the letter from the palace, he knew that the queen mother was in the cold palace and no one cared for her anymore, even if life could go on, the mother of Chaoxiang Palace would not let her have a good time. After hearing this, the minion thought it was feasible, so he came.

Chu Yun asked: Meaning, there is no change, the queen is still the queen?

Zhang suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately said: The slave doesn't know.

Chu Yun's voice came from above: Hmph, I don't know! You have to understand your identity, I let you be the head of the Xifeng family, sitting on glory and wealth, and tens of millions of slaves, not for you to prevaricate me at will. Are you trying to tell me how stupid and ignorant you are, at the mercy of others, and just a piece of waste who can't even do a little thing?

Before he finished speaking, Zhang had already knocked on the ground, and shouted again and again: The slave didn't mean that, please punish the master!

After being punished three times, he stopped holding his breath and concentrating on the movement above.

Who would have thought that Chu Yun had returned to the high seat, looking lazy and indifferent, and he had lost his momentum. Just listen to him: That's it, it's useless to talk about this. Anyway, what do you think should be done in the future?

Even if he was exempted from punishment and no longer blamed, Zhang didn't dare to get up, his head still knocked on the ground, and replied: The slave thinks that the queen must die, and the specific way to do it can be handed over to the daughter of Prime Minister Du.

Chu Yundao: Now that you understand, let's do it.

Relieved, Zhang got up from the ground, saluted and retreated.

The porter welcomed Zhang into the house. The housekeeper hurriedly greeted him and said, "Master Zhang, my master is in the study, and I will take you over."

As he spoke, the man bowed slightly and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and stepped forward to lead the way.

When he came to the study, the housekeeper knocked on the door and shouted in a loud voice: Master, Master Zhang is here.

There was a word from inside the house: Someone is invited to come in.

The housekeeper pushes the door open and welcomes people into the house. Zhang walked into the house, and the door was immediately shut. Zhang sat down in the chair he was using.

Prime Minister Du Cheng asked: When will you start over there?

Zhang replied: This matter is not easy to do. As for the reason, Prime Minister Du should understand.

Seeing that he looked like a teacher asking for guilt, it was obvious that it didn't work out over there. Prime Minister Du Cheng asked: Is it because of the one in the cold palace?

Zhang glanced at him, nodded, and said, "That's right."

Prime Minister Du Cheng said: Could it be that you want people to 'die'?

Zhang's Dao: I think it shouldn't be difficult, but it's just killing a woman in the emperor's cold palace. Even if the woman who was thrown into the cold palace died suddenly, no one should pursue it?

Du Cheng said: It's okay to kill her, but this is the last time.

Zhang smiled and said: That's nature.

The palace maid of Chaoxiang Palace came back from outside and handed the cloth bag in her hand to Du Youlan's personal palace maid Zijuan, saying that a guard asked her to bring it to Zijuan.

Zijuan took it, took it into the house and opened it to see. Inside was a jewelry box, and a letter was pressed under the box, and when she picked it up, it was the letterhead she often sent to Du's house. From this, I know that this is something sent by Prime Minister Du Cheng.

Zijuan didn't dare to delay, picked up the jewelry box and letterhead and walked to the main hall.

At this time, Du Youlan was getting up early, and there were palace maids waiting to groom her makeup, and her temples were black and shiny, so that she would not be envied.

Zijuan walked to the dresser, put her things down, and then sent the palace maid out, leaving her to serve alone. He took the comb and went around to Du Youlan's back.

Du Youlan glanced at the jewelry box and turned back to the dressing mirror in front of her, and said: "It was sent by my father?"

Zijuan Dao: It was handed to the palace maid by the palace guard.

Du Youlan Dao: What are they?

Zijuan said: In addition to this jewelry box, there is also a letterhead.

Du Youlan said: Okay, let's open the letter and read it first.

Zijuan responded, then put down the comb, opened the letterhead, took out the letter inside, unfolded it, and read it word for word. After reading, go to the candlestick, light the red candle with a fire breaker, and place the letter paper on top of the flame, and in an instant, the letterhead will cease to exist.

After cleaning up, Zijuan walked back to Du Youlan and picked up the comb again. From time to time, the hair was combed in a bun, gold branches and jade leaves were inserted, and glass gold beads were hung, Du Youlan looked at the beauty in the mirror, smiling like a flower, and her red lips were slightly spitting: Zijuan, do you think I am beautiful, or is it the beauty of the person in the cold palace?

Zijuan walked out from behind, curtsied in front of Du Youlan, and replied: Naturally, she is beautiful.

Du Youlan said: The beauty of this palace, she is naturally not as good as her, even if she enters the cold palace, I don't need to be nosy, but now it seems that someone has to kill her, and it falls on the head of this palace, then I have to take care of it.

Although winter has gone and spring is coming, the remnants of the wind and snow are still cold and biting. Although it was very cold, Ren Qingqing was not afraid, with two girls and a little boy, running around the forest, now fortunately, there is that pavilion, and there are screens hanging around, you can go up and sit for a while when you are tired of playing, and the warm tea on the temperature is just right.

The four of them sat down around the stone table, and there were four tea bowls and books brought by Qingqing on the table, every time they came out, Qingqing must bring it, not a good (homophonic 'consumption') book, but some of the words in it are very popular, and every time I read it, I will feel different, so Qingqing will like it very much.

The pavilion has five corners, and a red lacquered pillar has a stove on which a teapot can be burned. At this time, there was a teapot on it, which was brought from the Qingyou Palace. Dye Zhi got up and brought the teapot over, and filled everyone's tea bowl with tea in turn, the tea flowed out of the hot teapot, and the heat of Luan Luan rose into the air at once, spread out and hit the face, and the warmth was very useful.

Without waiting for Dye Zhi to sit down, Qi Xuan hurriedly said: Now it seems that this pavilion is really good! If it weren't for it, we would be drinking the northwest wind at this time.

All three laughed.

Dye Zhi Dao: What kind of northwest wind to drink, I love to talk nonsense.

Qi Xuan replied: What is wrong, without this pavilion, it is just like before, isn't it just drinking cold wind? Master, what do you say?

Qingqing nodded and said: Qi Xuan is right, looking at the wind coming, if it is really the same as before, maybe it is really the northwest wind.

When Dye Zhi heard this, he snickered, Chengli bent the corners of his mouth and tasted tea silently, so he Qixuan looked elated, nodded and said: Look, the master said that, what I said is right!