During his illness, Redi learned that the two soldiers who were temporarily imprisoned would be assassinated, and it was not possible to find out who had done it.

Angry, he sat up from the bed, and vomited a mouthful of blood, and his good body suddenly turned sharply.

It is said that Empress Yan, who had been serving at the bedside, was also suddenly shut out, and only the palace physician was able to get close to Ruidi.

General Hua watched quietly, everything was as Ziyu expected, Emperor Rui had already decided in his heart that Empress Yan was the murderer, and was very disappointed in her, so he closed the door.

And such a heartache, in this already weak palace, I am afraid that it will not be good for a while.

Ziyu began to meet with General Hua frequently, but only with this person.

He knew in his heart that whether he had the intention of plotting the throne or not, this step had to be done.

When he went to Liguo this time, he almost lost his life, even if it was for self-protection, he should just pull some backers.

Emperor Rui understood that he had been close to Princess Chaoyang and Concubine Hua since he was a child, and it was reasonable to seek them as shelter, so he ignored the 'rebellion' behavior of the eldest prince played by the monarch and ministers many times, only saying that this was just a normal relationship between the imperial relatives, and asked the courtiers not to mention it again.

As for Empress Yan, Ziyu was so unscrupulous to meet with General Hua, firstly, it could make her jealous of the military power in General Hua's hands and not dare to act against him easily, and secondly, the enemy in the open place was already so conspicuous, and Empress Yan would pay a lot of attention to General Hua, so that Ziyu could operate from the secret, bury the wire and lay the net, snare others, and wait for the opportunity to break through in one fell swoop.

On this day, Ziyu was still practicing swords in **, and moved a small stool to sit on the side to watch.

Li Wei quietly gave some of the amplification grass to Ziyu, and both of them stuffed some in their ears to talk softly.

Ziyu thought well, so that even if there were people watching around, she wouldn't hear anything, just thinking that they were just getting along and having fun as usual.

"Why don't we just go to your room and talk?" muttered Liwu.

"I have a lot of eyeliner around me now, and if they can't see it, it will cause a lot of suspicion and suspicion, but it is better to be like this, the more dangerous the place, the safer. Ziyu jumped forward and swung her sword diagonally.

"Then brother, what are you going to do next? You didn't talk to your uncle about those serious things, did you?"

"No, I didn't. So, that's why I called you. ”

"Can I help?"

Ziyu turned her head forward, and then danced smoothly: "I need you to help me exchange messages with your uncle." ”

"That's no problem. "I pretended to be enjoying the flowers, and I replied idly.

"I have a list of people here who need him to help me woo over, can you remember?" Ziyu asked.

"Brother, just say it!"

"This list is full of military ministers, and your uncle usually has a lot of contact..."

Listening quietly from the worries, his eyes have swept from the flower garden around him to the far other end.

It's already autumn, and there are not many flowers in this garden, but all kinds of chrysanthemums are blooming coldly.

It's just that even though the courtyard is full of lively planting, the cold fragrance of this flower stamen has not attracted a light butterfly.

"That's all, do you remember?"

"Remembered. Li Wu replied.

The corner of Ziyu's lips smiled, he raised his sword in his right hand and pulled a sword flower, and then bowed down and pointed it out.

A fine golden yellow falls on the tip of the sword, and the breeze blows, and the garden is fragrant.

Ziyu sighed in her heart, time flies, and I don't know when, the golden cinnamon in this garden also bloomed brilliantly.

Li Wei carefully passed the figure mentioned by Ziyu to his uncle, and according to Ziyu's instructions, he only found an opportunity to pass it on outside the palace, and did not pass it on with pen and paper.

General Hua got the information and began to prepare cautiously.

Ziyu was cautious about things, there were no civil servants in the list he handed over to General Hua, firstly, General Hua had little contact with them, and secondly, civil and military ministers have always been easy to provoke right and wrong.

Among the thirty civil servants of the Weiguo, Ziyu knew that there was one person he could not lose, and that was Yu Jinzhi, who was rich in the name of 'Supervisor of the Country'.

But Yu Guoshi has always been suspicious, he can only be more careful.

The wind was rushing in the evening, and the palace people waiting in the hall were ready to close the door.

Ziyu stopped him and paced to the door.

The cold wind made him shiver, but he still stood, and his palms that had been clenched were slightly relaxed.

Looking at the current situation, although he has the upper hand everywhere, the more this is the more he cannot be taken lightly. And this cold wind is sobering, and that's all he needs now.

When the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, Ruidi's body showed some signs of improvement.

The palace decided to hold a feast to use it to flush joy and dispel the bad luck of illness.

On that day, Emperor Rui sat up from the bed and personally instructed Empress Yan to take care of the feast.

Queen Yan, who has always been cold, is naturally happy, she does everything herself, from the banquet dishes to the songs and dances that help the fun, she screens them one by one, no matter how big or small.

It was rumored in the palace that Empress Yan was favored again, and Emperor Rui had the intention of deliberately praising her again, so as to consolidate the position of the crown prince.

Since it was Chongxi, it was naturally as lively as possible, so those invitations scattered like snowflakes, and all the courtiers who held several positions in this country were invited, and told that they could bring one or two family members with them.

Time flies, and he is careful everywhere, planning for Ziyu step by step.

It's the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye, but Mo Yi hasn't been here since he left last time.

Sitting in front of the dressing table with sorrow, I felt tired from the heart.

The palace maid Little Kite changed her new pink and gold sheets and sprinkled some golden osmanthus foam on them.

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the little kite has been allowed to leave the palace one day! So tonight I will change the bed for the princess! I will be back the day after tomorrow. The little kite said happily.

"Yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of reunion, and it is time for you to be reunited with your family! Stay here, but there are more people to leave in vain, why bother?" said Li Wu with a wooden comb running his hair.

The little kite felt that the princess's tone was very depressed today, so she turned her head to look at her.

Liwu's hair, which had been cut short, had grown back to its original appearance, still like black satin, and it was very eye-catching in the dim light of the room.

Her skin is fair, her lips are tightly pursed, and her big eyes are now full of sadness, although they are different, they still can't stop her beauty.

The little kite was stunned, and for a long time, until the lamp and candle burst into a spark, she hurriedly picked out the wick.

"The little kite is very envious of the princess, who can always be by her side with her family, and every day is like this Mid-Autumn Festival. The little kite pretended to be relaxed, wanting to comfort Princess Chaoyang, who was sad for some reason.

With a faint smile, she put the wooden comb on the table, looked at the little kite with her cheeks, and asked, "The little kite is also fifteen this year, right?"

The little kite was stunned, and the red on her cheeks immediately climbed up. She nodded shyly, pursed her lips and chuckled.

Looking at the joy that the little kite couldn't hide, she suddenly felt envious in her heart, and she asked softly: "What kind of person is he?"

The little kite squirmed for a while, and finally spoke: "He is just a butcher, dealing with some livestock all day long, only brute force and the smell of blood in his clothes, there is really nothing to say." ”

"And what do you like about him?"

"He's good to me—" The little kite buried her head low, her voice as thin as a sigh.

Li Wei smiled: "Then as long as others treat you well, will you like him?"

The little kite blinked, and immediately shook his head like a rattle: "Naturally not." It's just that the princess suddenly asked this question, and I didn't have this answer in my heart for a while. The heart is often a thing that can't help itself, and it's not that I can immediately like someone if I say I like it. But when it comes to the reason, the little kite really doesn't understand. ”

Liwu was silent for a while, and after a long time, she whispered to the little kite: "Since you are going home tomorrow, you can rest early tonight!"

"Yes. ”

The little kite saluted, gently closed the door of the room, and then withdrew.

The room immediately became quiet, and he walked to the bed, his light steps seemed very heavy.

She leaned against the railing of the bed, her heart full of sorrow.

It's obviously a day of reunion, but I can't be biased against the person I want to see the most, the full moon is lacking, this is really a season of sorrow...

The night is deep, and the stars are shining,

When I was in a daze, I heard a soft flute sound.

She sat up and ran out of bed barefoot.

Stumbling two steps, her knee hit the corner of the table, and she snorted in pain, but she didn't stop to check, just pushed the window open.

The cool breeze immediately poured in, and the cold air went straight into her neck.

Li Wei gasped, but he didn't care about the cold.

She listened intently, but there was nothing but the wind.

The irritability in her heart accumulated more and more, and she could no longer sit still, so she climbed directly onto the window lattice.

Jumping barefoot and landing on the soft grass. It's just that the night dew is cold, and it immediately robs her of all her warmth.

Without looking back, she ran towards her little swing, and the small boulder in the court hurt her feet.

But when I got there, I didn't see anyone.

She sat on the swing with her head down, tossed for a long time, and finally felt cold, and even her hands and feet were stiff.

She leaned on the swing but didn't want to go to the room, always feeling that even the moon was laughing at her.

"What are you running out to do at this time?" a deep voice sounded.

Looking back suddenly, Mo Yi was standing behind her, her moon-white robe splattered with blood.

Without answering his words, she moved her hands and feet, and whispered pitifully, "I'm cold." ”

Mo Yi raised his hand and was about to use his spiritual power to warm her, but he didn't want to leave his worries and rushed over, so he hugged him.

The temperature of Mo Yi's body quickly spread through his clothes, and his already stiff body gradually became conscious. The smell of blood on Mo Yi's clothes squeezed into her nose, and she suddenly remembered the butcher that Little Kite had said, that man had nothing to say, wasn't he the same?

Mo Yi was stunned, obviously greedy in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't.

He was about to push away his worries, but when he saw that she didn't know what to remember, he laughed for no reason, and muttered in a nasal voice: "It's so warm..."

So, those pretended calmness and calmness fell apart, and Mo Yi slowly closed his eyes and slowly surrounded her.

The golden cinnamon in the courtyard is fragrant, and this person is finally gathered...