Mama Bai seems to be thinking about Chu Zhaohui, but in fact, she is hiding her selfishness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Queen Mother sat with her eyes closed, rubbing the string of one hundred and eight small-leaf rosewood Buddha beads on her wrist, and sighed: "She is a married daughter, how can she live in her mother's house for the rest of her life." Speaking of which, after all, it was me who hurt Zhaohui, and I always thought that someone could carry more wind and rain for her. In the end, even Bengali still has to bear it herself. ”

The words were strange, and Mama Bai couldn't understand it, but she just talked about the depression of King An's mansion, and still persuaded: "After two years, the son will marry, and the lady will be bitter." ”

The queen mother didn't answer this question, she didn't hurry to twist the Buddha beads in her hand, and instead brought the topic to the imperial mausoleum: "How is the imperial mausoleum, the people below are still dedicated?"

didn't want to discuss the topic of Fang Cai, so Mama Bai wisely didn't go on, and only carefully explained the situation in the imperial tomb to the queen mother.

"Last year, we built a new corridor and built two corner towers. Looking out of the building, it is facing the underground palace of the first emperor. This spring, newly planted pines and cypresses are surrounded by the left, and the ground of the black jade stepping stones is spotlessly cleaned. The slave asked carefully, and there were two little ladies who supervised the daily incense and oil, and there was no room for sloppiness. ”

The Empress Dowager sighed, seemed to let go of the big stone in her heart, and said slowly: "Since the first emperor was buried, the mourning family has been there once, and I have not set foot in the imperial tomb in the past seven or eight years. Always take advantage of the cool weather after autumn to take a look, otherwise, this old bone will become more and more unable to move. ”

Recently, the Queen Mother has always been a little late in her words, and Mama Bai has listened to her sighs more than once. Today's words seem to be lamenting that he doesn't live long and plans to live after his death.

Counting with her fingers, Mama Bai has been by the Queen Mother's side for more than 40 years, and the master and servant do have feelings. It's just that those who are unsatisfactory in life are eight or nine, and those who want to wait for life have to do some secret tricks. People who obviously hate it to the bone, but they can't help it.

Looking at the pale hair on the temples of the Queen Mother, Mama Bai suddenly remembered the cardamom woman of that day, and the blue clothes and skirts flew on the jujube red sweat and blood BMW, side by side with the first emperor.

The past is gone, and it's finally time for the song to end and everyone will disperse. Mama Bai's cloudy eyes seemed to penetrate time, and then through the layers of palace walls, flying to the foot of the distant Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.

In that small mountain village located halfway up the mountainside covered with snow all year round, there are seven or eight-year-old children who look up innocently by the stream and call their eldest sister one after another.

Then came the storm, and the swift iron horse trampled through the quiet mountain village, and the long whip of a man in black rolled up the little boy's thin body, put him on horseback, and disappeared into the depths of the snowy mountain in the blink of an eye.

Seeing her younger brother disappear from her sight, Mama Bai was so scared that she forgot to cry. The eldest sister who cried out one by one was torn apart in the wind, and decades passed, but she always hovered in the nightmare that Mama Bai woke up every midnight.

There is as much pain as there is hatred and helplessness. Since that day, Mama Bai has been reduced to a chess piece, doing unwilling things, saying unwilling words, living glamorously in front of people, and crying at night.

Seeing that the queen mother's face was tired, Mama Bai thoughtfully helped her lie down, took the snow-blue quilt stacked on the side, and gently put it on her body, before biting her lip and withdrawing.

Luo Pujia was afraid that the palace would infiltrate the fellow party of the Millennium Sect, and she was worried about the safety of Murong Wei and others, so she went to the old mansion of Xia Ge early the next morning, met Xia Lanxin smoothly, and asked her to take her into the palace together.

Starting from the assassination case of Luo's Pharmacy a few days ago, Luo Pujia mentioned the confession of the man in black. The matter turned to the two side concubines, looking at Murong Wei's meaning, he categorically did not believe that Xu Zhaoyi was the one who poisoned him, and he was secretly in agreement with the assassin who said that he had obstructed their sect leader's plan.

Luo Pujia cleared her throat and told Murong Wei what she had done in Hanzhang Palace that day.

"The two side concubines who came that day, the first one was nothing, and the one who walked behind had a very strange breath. ”

In order to imitate the letterhead, Concubine Du used sulfur to smoke the newly bought blue water spring paper of Ruyi and made it yellow. If you are in a closed space for a long time, you will have the smell of sulfur on your body.

She knew about the problem herself, but she didn't think that the idlers would find out, so she didn't care very much. Because he didn't apply fat powder in filial piety, he bathed a few more times, and covered it up with the breath of facial balm, which gave Luo Pujia an opportunity.

Luo Pujia smelled the strange breath on her body, and deliberately moved to sit under her. The breeze outside the window slowly sent in, and the smell of sulfur became more obvious. Hidden under this breath, it seems that there is a strange fragrance on her body, which makes Luo Pujia feel slightly uncomfortable.

Because she was not familiar with it, and she couldn't determine what the fragrance was, although Luo Pujia had doubts, she didn't dare to speak easily, so she could only secretly store the doubts in her heart.

Meng Zhaoyi had a difficult birth in Changchun Palace, and Luo Pujia smelled the strange smell of the day again, and found the woodblock resting on the bookcase.

Luo Pujia's ability to smell and distinguish qi is unmatched, and she noticed something different that day, but she was afraid that disaster would come out of her mouth, and more things were better than less things, so she didn't speak silently, and she was also a little remorseful at this time.

"Speaking of which, it was I who caused Zhaoyi Niangniang to suffer such a sin. If I had said it that day, there would have been no follow-up, and Xu Zhaoyi would not have suffered these wrongs in vain. ”

Even on the day the two side concubines entered the palace, Concubine Du had the breath of poison on her body, which had nothing to do with Xu Zhaoyi. I just don't know when Concubine Du had a connection with the Millennium Sect and became their secret son.

Murong Wei knew that the bridge of Su Duhan was indispensable in the middle, and she guarded Xia Lanxin and Luo Pujia and did not confide in the news, but only thanked Luo Pujia for her testimony, and hurriedly went to Fengluan Hall in the evening, wanting to say that she knew with Queen Chu.

Emperor Chongming came to Zixia Palace at dinner, and the couple had eaten dinner, and at this time they were sitting opposite each other on the kang, and they were holding the secret letter sent to the imperial study earlier.

Emperor Chongming and Chen Rujun both liked gold and stone, and had a lot of research on calligraphy and painting in the previous dynasty.

Chen Rujun pointed to the fake and said, "This yellowed paper was originally smoked with sulfur. Although this seal is similar, the font is slightly different in thickness when viewed under the lamp. This copyist wants to have some ability, but if he is checked by ordinary people, it can be almost chaotic. ”

Xia Ge Lao is also an expert, checked the seal, and said with a smile: "If it is really a trick of those imitation masters, it is either a radish root or a mustard gnocchi or something like that." ”

The monarchs and ministers agreed on the same opinion, Emperor Chongming took the letter back to Fengluan Palace, and was talking to Empress Chu in detail, Murong Wei happened to send Luo Pujia's testimony.