"You shouldn't have poisoned Xiuxiu! You shouldn't have pretended to be a good person after being a murderer and gave her medical advice!"

If Chun'er didn't kill Xiuxiu, didn't secretly poison Xiuxiu's decoction when Xiuxiu was sick, and pretended to be kind after poisoning and begged Yao Keqing to ask Xiuxiu for a doctor, then there would be no such thing as that prescription, and Yao Keqing wouldn't know that Chun'er would imitate Song Ziqing's handwriting, and she wouldn't suspect Baozhen's death on her head.

"Why?" Chun'er asked in a daze, obviously not understanding the relationship between Baozhen's death and Xiuxiu's illness, but she also admitted the fact that she had poisoned Xiuxiu in disguise.

Yao Keqing reminded, "Do you remember the prescription that the imperial doctor prescribed to Xiuxiu? It is the prescription you copied by yourself!"

It turned out to be the prescription! Chun'er suddenly realized.

How many years, how many years of imitation of handwriting, when I close my eyes, all that appears in my eyes is his handwriting, as if I have forgotten what my original handwriting should be like, his handwriting is already familiar to the bones, and I used it inadvertently. And Yao Keqing is a person who is proficient in calligraphy, so he can naturally see at a glance that the handwriting on the prescription is from the same person as the letter that Hongying took at the beginning.

Chun'er smiled bitterly, "I see! How can I forget, young grandmother, you are the most proficient in calligraphy, and the handwriting naturally can't be hidden from you, and the slave and maid class have an axe!"

"You killed Baozhen just to frame me?" Although he knew that it was useless to ask, Yao Keqing still couldn't help but want to ask, is human life really so lowly in Chun'er's eyes? Is it just for a framing that may not be successful, at the cost of a person's life?

"Otherwise?" Chun'er suddenly smiled, laughing heartily and cruelly, as if seeing Yao Keqing's uncomfortable appearance was an extremely happy thing, "The slave maid and the maid have never known her, and there is no injustice or hatred, if it is not for her death to be good for the slave maid, why would the slave maid kill her?"

Chun'er admitted it happily, but Yao Keqing's heart was as uncomfortable as a ball of cotton, and he couldn't breathe, just for a frame, he could easily deprive a person of his life, or a stranger who had never met before, who would have thought that a person who just passed by would turn his head and ask for your life, it turns out that Chun'er is really a person who cares about people's lives.

"Shall I be honored or saddened that I am worthy of a living life?"

"Sad?" Chun'er smacked these two words carefully, "The sad thing is the slave maid, the slave maid lost, although Baozhen is dead, but she did not play the role of her death, young grandmother, you are the winner, how can you feel sad, are you laughing at the slave maid?"

Yao Keqing really felt sad, "You pressed her into the water, watching her lose her strength little by little, didn't you think that there were still elderly parents in her family who were looking forward to her Chenghuan's knees? Sister who was looking forward to her going back to play on the swing together? Her death was just an opportunity for you to frame me, but her life was a lifetime of happiness for her family!"

"It's about the unhappy life of the slave and the maid, so the slave and the maid think that about all the subordinates are the same as the slave and maid!" Chun'er muttered.

She still remembered that the weather was exceptionally sunny on the day she killed Baozhen, she walked under the shade of the willow tree, and the moment she passed by An Yuhu, she heard An Yuhu complaining to Baozhen about Yao Keqing, "What's the big deal! Isn't it just a few more books? With the support of Princess Youyuan and the county lord, she dared to bully Miss Ben, hum! Look at how I will clean you up when I go back later!"

Relying on the support of Princess Youyuan and the county lord, among the people who came to the princess's mansion today, there is only one person who can be defended by these two people at the same time! Chun'er couldn't help but stop.

Bao Zhen flattered on the side, "The eldest princess still loves you the most, what kind of thing is the Yao family?

Yes, what kind of thing is the Yao family? What kind of thing is she Yao Keqing? What qualifications are there to marry into the Eldest Princess's Mansion, and what qualifications are there to marry the young master? The black flame in Chun'er's heart began to burn again, and there was only one thought in her heart, this woman was not qualified to marry the young master!

Bao Zhen's flattering and apprehensive appearance lingered in Chun'er's mind, and the slave maid was really humble, that is, she was good!

So after An Yuhu and Baozhen separated, Chun'er followed Baozhen to the lotus pond, and when Baozhen reached for the buds, Chun'er secretly approached from behind, and then pushed Baozhen into the water, but she didn't expect Baozhen to be slightly watery, struggling to climb to the lotus picking boat, how could Chun'er let her go back to send herself?

So Chun'er risked falling into the water and climbed onto Baozhen's boat, and pushed her into the water at the moment when Baozhen was about to climb up or wanted to call, again and again, every time Baozhen wanted to stick her head out of the water, Chun'er pressed it hard, and once when she pressed, Baozhen suddenly reached out and grabbed Chun'er's left hand, wanting to drag Chun'er into the water, Chun'er didn't know the nature of the water, and suddenly panicked, and during the struggle, Baozhen's long nails were almost all broken, revealing an uneven but sharp section, scratching Chun'er's left wrist, leaving several deep blood marks。

Gradually, Baozhen gradually lost strength, but her hands still clung to Chun'er's left hand, and Chun'er had to use her other hand to break her fingers one by one, and the long sleeves brushed over Baozhen's broken nails, and the smooth fabric was hooked by the rough nails, leaving strands of slender silk threads.

Watching Baozhen gradually sink, Chun'er rowed the lotus picking boat ashore from the other direction, wrote a letter to Hongying, and then used Hongying's fornication with the little girl as a handle to blackmail Hongying to do what she instructed.

Sure enough, things did develop in the direction she imagined at the beginning, but gradually, things became more and more deviated from the situation she expected, and even Hongying was imprisoned, Chun'er knew that Hongying was not a hard bone, and she would definitely be recruited, so Hongying couldn't stay!

But Chun'er knew that she couldn't make a move, but there was someone who was as frightened as her, Chun'er just inadvertently revealed that the person guarding Hongying was addicted to alcohol, so someone used a pot of wine mixed with drugs to stun the person guarding Hongying, and poured poison on her while Hongying was asleep, pretending to be Hongying's suicide in fear!

Without alarming anyone, he picked himself up, but the letter became the only flaw in the plan!

"Maybe the slave doesn't write that letter, just let Hongying give a message!" Chun'er couldn't help but sigh, but she also knew that it was too late to say anything.

"Do you think your flaw is only that letter?" Yao Keqing pierced her mercilessly.

"Isn't it?"