The birthday banquet was scheduled for the evening, and on Ling Qingcheng's way back to the courtyard, Linglong whispered on the side: "Princess, An Qianyu came back last night, and there is nothing unusual. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Ling Qingcheng continued to walk forward slowly: "There will definitely be no problem with that medicine, and the reason why An Qianyu is so calm must be ...... She's not perfect. ”

This was something Ling Qingcheng didn't expect, she thought that if that kind of thing happened, Jun Chucheng and An Qianyu would be implicated, but she didn't expect that she could be so calm.

An Qianyu is a person who holds grudges, this account will definitely be settled with her, and she has not moved, presumably she has already taken action.

At noon, the next person brought a hot pot and many exquisite side dishes.

Ling Qingcheng was very surprised, and replied respectfully: "The prince said that the princess likes to eat these, so let people prepare them and send them, and the taste is made by the chef of Spicy House." ”

There is a habit of eating hot pot in the New Year in Beijing, a small stove with a small copper pot on it, which has the meaning of red and red, reunion.

But Jinxi doesn't eat much spicy food here, mainly seafood and fruits and vegetables, Ling Qingcheng thought about it for a long time, and last time he pulled Jun Ruize and asked him where he had hot pot to eat.

Jun Ruize also often goes to the capital, so he knows the habits of the capital, but the nearest spicy house is still a day's journey from here.

She thought about going to taste it after the birthday banquet, but she didn't expect Jun Haoyu to send it.

Is this a show of goodwill? The so-called eating other people's soft mouth, but Ling Qingcheng just wants to be different, she has eaten Jun Haoyu's things for so many years, and she has never felt soft-mouthed.

"Bring a piece of clothing, it will taste like eating hot pot in these clothes. Ling Qingcheng commanded.

Linglong took the palace maid to help her change her clothes, and at this time, the hot soup in the pot had also rolled, "goo-goo-goo", and a tempting aroma suddenly came from the room.

After the palace maid laid out the dishes, she stepped aside, Ling Qingcheng preferred to eat by herself, and Linglong put the sauce aside after arranging it.

After the fatty mutton was put into the pot, Ling Qingcheng felt that his saliva was about to flow down, first a mouthful of pure meat, the second bite was dipped in sesame paste, and the third bite was dipped in pepper, salt and sesame oil.

In terms of food, Jun Haoyu is undoubtedly the most intimate existence, no matter how much conflict there is between them, as long as it is Jun Haoyu who sends food, Ling Qingcheng will eat it.

And there seems to be a tacit understanding between them, no matter what happens, every month the palace will send food into the palace, no matter what Jun Haoyu is busy with, no matter whether Ling Qingcheng is angry with him or not.

Every time he saw his clothes getting tighter and tighter, Ling Qingcheng would reflect on whether Jun Haoyu's intention was to raise her fat before he could do it.

Despite this alertness, she still has a good appetite as always.

After eating for a while, Ling Qingcheng asked about the smell of burning, and she carefully rummaged through it with her chopsticks.

"What's the paste? Hongu just put bean skin. ”

Linglong also smelled the mush, and after a while, the two saw the white smoke, and suddenly found that the robe she had just changed was actually burning by herself!

Linglong stepped forward and poured a basin of water for washing her hands, but the fire was not completely extinguished, so she called the palace maid and prepared a basin to extinguish the fire.

Fortunately, they found out early, and nothing major happened.

"Princess, do you want to talk to the Jun family?" asked Linglong.

"Wait a minute, call Wei Mian in, you guys are not allowed to talk outside. ”

"Yes. ”

After Wei Mian came in, he saw the scene in the house, stepped forward to take a closer look, and saw another rag, which had just been baked for a while, and the rag burned.

"Princess, it's white phosphorus!"

Ling Qingcheng's eyes looked coldly at the burned robe on the ground.

"It turns out that An Qianyu wants to burn the main palace!"

"Princess, let's use this to let the Jun family give an explanation!"

Wei Mian was also very angry.

"Wait a minute, An Qianyu must think of countermeasures for this kind of thing, don't startle the snake first. ”

Ling Qingcheng remembered that this suit had not been taken out, when was the white phosphorus sprinkled on it?

"Has anyone ever come in the courtyard of the main palace?"

Wei Mian shook his head: "The subordinates are all the princess's personal guards, and they won't let people in at will." ”

Ling Qingcheng called Linglong over: "Those maids given by the Jun family, has anyone ever touched the clothes of the palace?"

Although the Jun family sent a few maids to serve, they all did some chores in the outer courtyard or helped find some things.

"I haven't touched the princess's clothes, but two days ago, the princess said that she liked the Jun family's aromatherapy method, and the maid sent a box of incense powder, and the slave put some on other clothes, but she didn't touch this set of clothes. ”

After Linglong finished speaking, she took out the incense powder box and handed it to Ling Qingcheng.

After Wei Mian checked it, there was no white phosphorus in it, it was indeed incense powder.

Linglong thought about it carefully, and suddenly spoke: "The princess went out to buy the set of clothes yesterday, and the servants said that it would be better to soak it in salt water, and the slave maid asked people to prepare salt water, and at that time, a few of the descendants of the Jun family entered the inner courtyard. ”

"How many?"

Linglong thought about it for a while, it was the two maids of the Jun family, Honglian and Qing'er.

"At that time, because they were tidying up their clothes, they saw the princess's wardrobe, and the slave maid was watching from the side, and they didn't find any unusual behavior on their part, so they didn't report to the princess, and asked the princess to punish her!"

Linglong knelt down and pleaded guilty.

"Now is not the time to punish you, you are the person sent by Concubine Cheng, this palace believes that you will not make such a mistake, if it is really your mistake, you will be punished yourself at that time." ”

"Yes. ”

Ling Qingcheng felt that something was wrong no matter how she thought about it, An Qianyu wanted to start, but she didn't have a chance, but no matter how she looked at it, it was all about her, what went wrong.

Ling Qingcheng looked at his robe, if no one had moved his hands and feet before, then it was said that it was white phosphorus that had only been dyed today.

Today she met Yao Jiao'er, Jun Haoyu, and Jun Ruize along the way.

The three of them shouldn't be the ones who did it, they will put a river lantern tonight, her clothes are very likely to be ignited, and the idea of wanting to burn her should be the woman's idea.

Who the hell is it?

"Clean the room first, prepare the bathing water, and you all wash it well, and take out that similar set of clothes. ”

Ling Qingcheng had prepared two sets of similar clothes, if she wore a robe outside, she would not be able to see that she had changed her clothes at the dinner party.

White phosphorus is poisonous, even if she is not burned to death, she will be poisoned, this trick is really ruthless.

Looking at the hot pot on the table, Ling Qingcheng sighed, if there was no unintentional move by Jun Haoyu, I was afraid that she would turn into barbecue tonight.

Wei Mian withdrew to arrange other things, and Linglong served Ling Qingcheng to bathe.

"Princess, could there be more than one person who will do this?"

Ling Qingcheng felt that it was very possible, the pill that Jun Haoyu gave her to detoxify could not be accidental, he was still not sure, or was he waiting for something?

An Qianyu, Jun Chucheng, who else will there be?