What was the reason for the sudden transformation of this cunning woman, he had to investigate carefully.

The Ghost Shadow Thirty-six Cavalry still had other important uses, and Wan Yanmin had to order Zhong Mingyang to dispatch all the Zhong family troops to search for a long time outside. The reason why he firmly believed that Empress Xuan was still alive was not all because of Nanyue's threatening words, but because Jin Andian had been rummaged through and had not found a single important thing.

A broken jade flute that was often placed next to Xuan's back pillow was missing, and that flute was a pair with the one buried in the tomb of the former emperor.

Wan Yan Min has always been unable to understand Queen Xuan. One pair of flutes was mercilessly smashed, but the other was left intact, often even with the pillow.

In the past ten years, Empress Xuan has never mentioned the former emperor when she mentions it, but only describes Chuanyin like any ordinary history. She never seemed to forgive the emperor for marrying Xia Ji, only when she held the solo flute next to the pillow, her eyes would be extraordinarily soft.

Empress Xuan's disappearance is as strange as her uneasy emotions. A few days before Jin Andian's accident, when Yufeng went to greet him, Ruhua answered through the window. The servant in the imperial dining room also testified, and in those days, Ruhua opened a door gap and let the food delivery person put the meal at the door and left.

Is it possible that the two were already under house arrest at that time. However, if it was really that he was under house arrest at that time, since Ruhua had the opportunity to speak, why didn't she directly ask Yufeng for help.

Even on the day of the accident, Jin Andian's house was too calm, and there was not even the slightest trace of dislocation in the daily furnishings. Only Nanyue fell alone in the house.

Under all kinds of visions, Wan Yanmin suspected more than once that Nanyue was not the murderer. He even gave her the opportunity to avoid the crowd and explain alone. But on the contrary, she simply admitted it herself, shattering all his self-deceptive optimistic delusions.

When Nan Yue personally said that he would rather be a princess than a queen, Wan Yanmin believed her almost without thinking, he really wanted to kill her at that time.

Nanyue slept for three days and three nights in that snowy snow.

She spent a day unconscious, two days looking at the ceiling with her eyes open, and on the third day when she was finally able to move, she limped through the pain and moved from the corner of the hall to the window, and then from the window to the door frame.

The first thing Nanyue did after leaving the temple was to pull weeds, she didn't have time to grieve, and she didn't think about running away.

In the two days that she couldn't move her limbs and look up at the ceiling, she had already made out with her ears that there were at least forty or so Yulin soldiers guarding the palace walls of this ruined palace.

And her body, at this moment, has no internal strength, all internal skills are light, all internal organs are injured, some muscles and bones are broken and dislocated, the cold air enters the marrow, and the bones and blood are cold.

Breaking through the encirclement with such a waste-like body of injury and illness is tantamount to suicide.

Hitting a stone with an egg sounds magnificent, but it would drain the blood.

Nanyue's mind was extremely clear and calm after she came out of the water prison, and her blood would continue to flow, because there were still many things in her life.

Suicide has never been Nanyue's philosophy of life. If one day she dies, he must have killed her.

In order to save effort, Nanyue half-walked and half-dragged to the old garden in the center of the courtyard in the posture of a dog. She tried to numb her nerves and forget about the paining wounds.

This garden was also aimed at the ceiling long ago. Because the door of the main hall was open, she occasionally tilted her head slightly, and from a different perspective, she could see the green rising in the vast gray ground outside.

The greenery in winter is so conspicuous.

It is in a place like the Cold Palace Nagasin Hall.

The grass in the flower field is very abundant, and it is the only grass in this palace that can grow wildly according to its own temperament, so it is mixed and deep, and the ice and snow cannot stop it. Nanyue looked at this group of grass for a while, and remembered that it should have been planted here twenty years ago.

She looked at her tattered and dirty clothes again, and confidently felt that she would be a good man again in twenty years. Although he may be old at that time, there is still a chance to make a living while he is alive. She believes that even when she is old, she can still make a difference.

Reaching for the stalk of the grass that cut the man, Nanyue grabbed a bunch of grass with the same root and fished them out of the solid soil. Wild grass roots are very strong, so the separation of roots from the soil is particularly difficult.

Nanyue had no strength, she took off the only headdress from her head, flattened the round and bright white silver hairpin with a piece of brick, and grinded the edge against the brick edge to make a flat and thin blade, and then pressed the rough blade against the grass roots that were close to the ground, watching those stubborn heels being torn off little by little.

Nanyue used the same method to deal with the other weeds near this grass. When a weed two inches taller than her fell to the ground, the last of her strength was exhausted, and she lay on her back in a large patch of green grass that she had just put down, admiring the clear sky and her masterpiece.

The field of flowers was so large that she only put down a fifth of the grass. The upright grass surrounds the already downed, as well as the weak body.

Nanyue lay down for a while, got up, cleared a piece of land one foot square, and buried the two potato seeds she had brought with her. Then he picked out a few clean and thick roots of grass, and returned to the temple half-walking and half-mopping. The rest of the grass was stacked on top of the thin ground where it had taken root, forming a pile of fluffy green mats.

She swallowed a few grass stalks and slept for another day.

She repeated the same activity for the next few days. Pull weeds, eat some grass roots, go to bed for a day to recover a little vitality, wake up again weeds, eat again, and sleep again.

This process was repeated about four or five times, and the weeds that took up the entire field were finally pulled out. The grass that had fallen on its back and lost its roots was stacked horizontally and vertically, like a thick green mat, quietly spread on the soil.

Probably when Nanyue pulled out the second wave of grass, he came back from somewhere, and hurriedly went to Shengxuan Palace to see Yan Min.

"Master, on the official roads of Western Xinjiang, a large number of business travelers have been coming and going frequently recently. The six and thirteen horsemen went to spy on the horses, and the carriages were full of bows and crossbows. ”

His breath was short, and his clothes and boots were covered with dust.

"After Yelu Mingxiu died, Xi Qi waited for this day for a long time." Wan Yan Min casually closed a note of Xi Qi's visit, and his lowered eyes were covered with a faint shadow.

"It seems that last time, General Yelu was just a substitute for the dead." Yu Feng echoed.

Wan Yan Min threw down the batch of twists, got up and paced to the window, stared out of the window with hazy eyes, and said in a deep voice: "A treacherous person like Helian Tuo, even if he wants to start a rebellion with a weak criminal, he will not find a brave and unscrupulous fool like Yelu Mingxiu as an ally. The real snake, it's time to get out of the hole now. ”

The king's eyes were full of snow, and his thin lips opened and closed: "Nanxiang, this snake, has been hibernating for more than ten years. ”