Liuzhu's skillful hands flew over the black silk, and after a while, they folded and twisted into a dignified but flexible bun.

"By the way, miss, when I just went to fetch water, I heard from the little servant who served the lord that early this morning, a distinguished guest came to the door!"

Liuzhu shook the peach blossom hairpin on the bun, combed the long tassel, and floated down the light dust to the ear.

"Guest?"

Hu Qingchen picked up the eyebrow pencil and traced it carefully in the mirror, carefully examined his appearance, and said casually, "Nowadays, what distinguished guest can get up so early in the morning1" I really haven't heard of his name. Liuzhu covered his mouth and smiled, "However, the master personally went out to welcome him off." The one who can get such a courtesy from the lord is, of course, a distinguished guest! Hu Qingchen sipped the rouge in his hand: "Oh? Who is such a big shelf 1 "slave maid does not know! Liuzhu shook his head slightly, "But I heard that his appearance is quite special, especially those eyes, which are still heavy!" "What!" Hu Qingchen put down his rouge and stood up abruptly, "It's bad 1 Murong tasted the "big red robe", and in the thick of tea, he told the bloody case that happened in the Fusheng Pavilion. Zhou Zong squatted down and listened carefully, the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more he listened, the more frightened he felt. Suddenly, he got up and took a few steps back, bowed heavily, and said in a sincere voice: "Liu Ruomeng of the Fusheng Pavilion does have a personal relationship with Xiaguan, and Xiaguan also told Ruomeng to take more care of Gongzi, but Xiaguan definitely didn't do anything to be sorry for Gongzi!" I also hope that Gongzi Mingjian! "Zhou Situ, you and I have always been good friends, how can I not believe you?" Murong Qian took a sip of tea, "If I had doubted you, I wouldn't have come here to have a tea conversation with you!" Zhou Zong knelt on the ground, unable to distinguish the truth of Murong Qian's words, so he had to repeat: "Wanggongzi Mingjian!" "On the surface, you're the most suspicious." Murong glanced at Zhou Zong lightly, paused for a moment, and then said slowly, "But ......" "But what?" "My imperial brother Li Hongyi is too careless!" Murong squinted slightly, looking at the blood-red soup in the cup, "You said, how can you give me the poisonous wine of the turtle that I drank for my uncle?" "Childe is saying that this matter is the ...... of His Royal Highness King Yan" Zhou Zong's eyes contained a trace of doubt, "However, Childe has always been ......low-key in his life" "The emperor's suspicion has always been quite heavy, although I have been humble and forbearant all these years, and I even consider myself Murong Qian, but my appearance with heavy eyes still makes him a little jealous!" Fortunately, the father and emperor changed the succession to the throne from the primogeniture inheritance system, which had been practiced for many years, to the brother-in-law system. As soon as the number of people qualified to inherit the throne increases, he will inevitably not be able to cope with it! Now that he has set out to eradicate many political parties, it's time for me to do so! Murong Qian put down the cup and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Zong, "I think, now, he must have decided that the prince and the important ministers of the court are very close in private!" Zhou Zong was for a while, and then immediately retorted righteously: "The prince is the bloodline of the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty, taking care of the prince and protecting the rivers and mountains of the Southern Tang Dynasty at all times, this is the duty of the minister!" Murong Qian got up and walked over slowly, picking up Zhou Zong: "Lord Zhou is the founding father, I naturally trust your loyalty!" "The birds are gone, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackeys are cooking." It's really pitiful for the Fusheng Pavilion, and I carried this black cauldron for nothing. Murong Qian's voice was as cold as a knife, "What a handsome man who abandoned the car!" Zhou Zong's face pretended to be calm, but his eyelashes couldn't help but tremble violently.