The maid Qiu'er passed through the plum garden with the chicken soup that had just been boiled in the kitchen and was stopped by Fu Ruxian who had just come out of the plum garden with a smile, Qiu'er glanced at her, knowing that it was the sister of the second lady who was favored by the city lord when he came back, so she stepped forward with a smile flatteringly:

"The slave maid has seen the Fu girl, and I don't know what to call the slave maid."

Fu Ruxian glanced at the chicken soup on the tray in Qiu'er's hand, and asked with a smile:

"Who wants this chicken soup?"

"It was the lord of the city who ordered the kitchen to boil it for the poet girl, what, the Fu girl wants to taste it" The maid Qiu'er smiled flatteringly, thinking that the second lady wanted to drink it.

"Hey, you also know that my sister is pampered by the city lord every night, and her body must be very weak, she just told me to go to the kitchen to make some tonic soup for her, I didn't expect to see you, by the way, ask if there is any chicken soup in the kitchen"

"The second lady drinks, but unfortunately it's very unfortunate, the kitchen is gone, this bowl is the city lord specially instructed the kitchen to make soup for the poet girl, this is not the case, wait for the slave maid to bring this bowl of soup to the poet girl, and then personally boil some for the second lady, you see, how to caress the girl" Qiu'er asked flatteringly.

"Qiu'er, compared to the poetry girl, you have seen the status of the second lady, so let's go in with me and see if my sister drinks, if you don't drink, I won't trouble you."

Qiu'er thought about it, although she was the righteous daughter of the wind housekeeper, after all, she was still a maid, and she couldn't offend anyone in the mansion, especially the second lady who occupied the title of the city lord's wife, smiled humbly, and followed Fu Ruxian into the plum garden.

"Sister, you smell it, do you like to drink this chicken soup, if you like it, you can stay." Fu Ruxian said it was straightforward, but it made Qiu'er's eyebrows jump, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

Fu Ru Mei lazily leaned on the side of the bed, raised her hand to beckon Qiu'er over, but Fu Ru Qian blocked it, took the tray and handed it to Fu Ru Mei with her own hands, Fu Ru Mei closed her eyes, smelled the fragrance carefully, and after a long time, she shook her head lightly and said:

"This chicken soup is too fragrant, I don't like it very much, take it"

Seeing this, Qiu'er finally let go of the heart she was carrying, stepped forward to take the tray, bent over and said with a smile:

"Second lady, what kind of chicken soup do you like, you can tell the slave maid, and the slave maid will make it for you."

"Okay, then you go down first, and send it to the poet girl quickly, lest she will punish you when she is in a hurry." Fu Ru Mei waved her hand weakly, causing Qiu'er to retreat.

Seeing Qiu'er leaving, Fu Ruxian closed the door of the palace, came to the bedside and looked at her haggard sister, and said distressedly:

"Sister, your complexion seems to be getting worse and worse, why don't I find you a doctor."

"No need, it will be fine in a few days, the city lord stays here with my sister every night, how can I make this place full of medicinal smell, besides, the city lord doesn't like the smell in the dormitory." Fu Ru Mei coughed a few times in a low voice, and said lightly, her haggard eyes flowed with the color of dead ashes, only she understood that her body was getting weaker and weaker, and her mana was slowly disappearing, among them, I am afraid, there were some problems, with the city lord's stay every night, her body became more and more empty, tired, as if she had been hollowed out, and she had no strength in her body, if she wanted to say what the city lord had done to her, why did her sister have the same bed, why did she not see her body weak, could it really be that she had a problem with her body. Raising her eyes and seeing her sister's concerned eyes, she reluctantly smiled faintly and comforted:

"Sister, you don't have to worry about me, I'll mediate myself."

Fu Ruxian had no choice but to nod, glanced at the side of the palace wall, and said coldly:

"Sister, the picturesque existence is always a trouble for us, why don't you find a time to get rid of her tonight, how about"

"Sister, don't act rashly, Shiruhua was hurt by you last time, she must be jealous, if it weren't for the suppression of the city lord, she might have taken revenge on you a long time ago, now, you must not be reckless, wait for your sister to recover and then find a way to escape from the capital."

"Escape from the capital, sister, why should we flee, the city lord is very good to us, besides, where can we escape." Fu Ru Xian sighed, thinking of the man who turned the clouds and rain on her every night, her heart became hot again, she quietly lowered her eyelids and glanced at Fu Ru Mei with her eyes slightly closed, and said again:

"Besides, sister, the city lord finally accepted me, I don't want to miss him again, sister, you should know that from the moment I saw the city lord, my heart was full of him, sister, even if I don't think about anything else, I also think about my sister's lifelong events."

Fu Ru Mei sighed deeply, did not open his eyes, and spoke a little tiredly:

"Sister, as long as there is a poetic and picturesque existence, you will not have a chance, don't have unrealistic ideas about the city lord anymore."

Seeing her sister say this, Fu Ru Xian crossed her eyes with a strange light, bent over, attached to Fu Ru's eyebrows, and said coldly and softly:

"Sister, just because I know that there is a poetic picture, I don't have the slightest chance, so I poisoned the chicken soup just now, I'm afraid, she should drink the chicken soup at this moment."

Fu Ru frowned, and then was stunned, staring at her sister in shock, unable to believe what she had heard.

Shiruhua glanced at the chicken soup on the table, smiled and tied the cloak handed over by Yu Yu, sat down in a robe, and quietly looked at the delicate-looking and somewhat attractive maid Qiu'er in front of her, and her consciousness sounded faintly in the other party's mind:

"I heard that the wind steward is your stepfather"

"Yes, Miss Shi, Qiu'er was an orphan since she was a child, and she was adopted by her father-in-law." Qiu'er stood there in a regular manner, although Shiruxiang did not reveal the slightest majesty and indifference, but, Qiu'er felt panic and fear in the face of Shirutu, and the Shiruxiang who sat there itself revealed a palpitating majesty, especially the eyes that looked at her quietly, revealing shrewdness and sharpness.

"Liao Cai is also your father's son, right?"

"Yes, the slave maid that my father-in-law took in first, and then took in Liaocai when I went out, my father-in-law was kind-hearted and very good to both the slave and Liaocai." Qiu'er explained with a smile, and didn't notice a cold glint flashing under the picturesque lowered eyes.

At this moment, the maid Xiu'er came in, stood at the door and bowed down to ask for instructions:

"Master, the wind steward asks to see"

"Oh, the wind butler is here, please." Shiruhua glanced at the chicken soup and didn't move, and when Qiu'er saw this, she smiled flatteringly:

"Miss Shi, this chicken soup was made by the city lord and instructed the slave maid to boil it for the girl, the chicken soup is a great tonic, the girl should drink it while it is hot."

"Don't worry, let's see what your father-in-law is doing here" Shiruhua got up and walked to the door of the hall, and saw the wind steward hurriedly coming in, standing a few steps away from Shiruhua, bowing, and respectfully:

"The old slave has seen the poet girl"

Shiru raised his hand and signaled that he didn't need to be polite, and his consciousness asked lightly:

"Why did the wind steward come here, it's usually fine, but I don't see the wind steward coming to me." The bowed body trembled, and the wind steward hurriedly lowered his head and said respectfully:

"The old slave came here because there are some trivial chores I want to ask the poet girl, it's almost the end of the year, I don't know what arrangements the adults in the house have."

"Wind steward, you are also an old man in the house, the arrangement at the end of the year is the same as in previous years, there is no need for major changes, all this has to be bothered by the wind steward, a lot of luck."

When the wind steward heard this, he quickly bowed down and said:

"These are all things that an old slave should do."

Shiruhua nodded, walked down the steps to the wind steward and stood still, and said lightly:

"Wind steward, according to the city lord, you were also driven out by the wolf clan, I don't know, what is the so-called matter?"

His face remained unchanged, and the wind steward bowed down, and replied in a calm voice:

"The old slave was angry with the people in power at that time because he opposed the expulsion of the old lady by the elders of the wolf clan, so he was expelled while saving his life, and the city lord saw that the old slave was pitiful, so he took it and kept it until today."

"Oh, the wind steward is really hearted, if you want to be sincere, the people in the house are the most loyal to the wind steward, Qiu'er, bring the bowl of chicken soup personally ordered by the city lord to the wind steward to taste, if it suits your appetite, in the future, Qiu'er will have to take care of your father-in-law, after all, he is also older, and the most important thing is to be loyal to the city lord."

The wind steward who lowered his head looked slightly surprised, but his deep mind did not show it, he bowed down and thanked him again and again, Qiu'er was indeed very happy, and walked steadily to the wind steward with a tray, and said happily:

"Qiu'er thanked the poetry girl for her father-in-law, father-in-law, the chicken soup is the girl's reward, you should drink it while it's hot."

As a result, the wind steward drank the chicken soup in one gulp, and when he drank it, he suddenly felt warm in his stomach, so he smiled a little gratefully and said:

"The old slave thanked the poet girl for her compassion, and in the future, if the poet girl has anything, just tell the old slave."

Shiruhua smiled and nodded, turned around and walked towards the wing, but she didn't expect that she had just walked a few steps, and Qiu'er screamed sadly behind her, and she heard Qiu'er's sad exclamation in the house and ran out, Shiruhua also hurriedly turned around to look, and was also taken aback when she saw the appearance of the wind housekeeper, and hurriedly stepped forward, and said quickly:

"Qiu'er, what's going on, Steward Feng, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, the wind steward was bleeding from his seven orifices, his hands were pinching his neck, his eyes were staring, his pupils were about to bulge, his face was blue and purple in a frightening color, he fell to the ground with convulsions, and he lost his breath in less than a moment, and Qiu'er even screamed and pounced on the wind steward and cried.

"Wind steward, what's going on, he seems to have been poisoned." After carefully inspecting it, they reported to Shiruhua in disbelief, and several of them were shocked in their hearts, this chicken soup was drunk by Ao Shiruhua, and now it is the wind steward who is poisoned, which is really a great luck in misfortune.

When Qiu'er heard that the wind housekeeper was poisoned to death, she hurriedly shook her head in shock:

"No, it's impossible, the slave didn't poison it."

"Hmph, you didn't poison it, why was the wind steward poisoned, who would believe your words" Yang Yan stared at Qiu'er coldly, his eyes were murderous.

Qiu'er was shocked, crawled over in a panic and hugged the picturesque thigh, and cried and screamed:

"Girl, the slave really didn't, the slave really didn't poison."

Shiruhua looked down at her for a while, coldness flashed in her eyes, which made Qiu'er tremble, slowly let go of the thighs she was holding, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, no, she didn't want to die, besides, she really didn't poison her.

Poetically stared at her, and asked word by word with consciousness:

"Since you said you didn't poison yourself, do you have proof of yourself?"

"Me. There was no slave and maid, and there was only one slave and maid when boiling chicken soup, but, poet girl, the slave and maid really did not poison it. Qiu'er was stunned for a moment, and then cried again in panic and panic.

"Qiu'er, if you can't find evidence to clear your suspicions, I can only put you in the prison of the mansion and hand it over to the city lord to deal with." Shiruhua stared at her coldly, and said lightly.

"No, the slave and maid are really not poisoned" who doesn't know the people in this mansion, whether they are guilty or not, there is only one way to die in the hands of the lord of the mansion, Qiu'er saw that Shiruhua wanted to hand herself over to the city lord, and was stunned in a panic, and then her eyes lit up and suddenly remembered what happened, so she crawled forward and hurriedly grabbed the corner of Shiru's robe, and said in a panic:

"Miss Shi, although the slave maid has no way to prove her innocence, when the slave maid came to the girl's room, she was called into the plum garden by the second lady's sister, and she also served chicken soup with her own hands."

The three of them glanced at each other, and instantly understood that the poison in the chicken soup was caused by the second lady, Shi Ruhua stared at Qiu'er coldly, and did not easily believe her words, and warned her coldly:

"Qiu'er, you should know that you can eat indiscriminately, don't talk nonsense, the city lord is very fortunate to the second lady, why does she want to do this?"

"Yes, Qiu'er, as a maid in the house, you should know what the consequences of lying are" I don't know when, the second lady's sister Fu Ruxian stood at the gate of the courtyard, staring at Qiu'er with a smile, although she was laughing, everyone could feel the coldness in her eyes.

Qiu'er shrank her shoulders, turned her teary eyes to stare at Fu Ru Xian, and shouted sharply:

"No, I didn't lie, you told me that the second lady was not in good health and also needed chicken soup to replenish, so you ordered me to follow you into the plum garden, and then you personally served the chicken soup to the second lady to smell, but the second lady didn't like the strong taste of chicken soup and didn't drink it, did I lie about these?"

Ji Li and the others also looked at Fu Ruxian, they hated this woman who lived in the mansion with an unjustified name, not to mention, she relied on the majesty of the second lady from time to time to make people even more annoying in the mansion.

Shiruhua quietly stared at Fu Ru Xian, the woman who had to control her to death, the sister of Fu Ru Mei, and her consciousness sounded faintly in the empty courtyard:

"You're here, what's the matter?"

"Huh. Poet girl, there is nothing else, don't you hear that all the big and small affairs in the house are in charge of you, my sister wants to go out of the house to the temple to pray for incense, so let me come over and ask your opinion, and when I walked to the door, I just heard this cheap maid say that I am not, poet girl, in charge of the huge mansion, my eyes should be polished, and I can't be deceived by villains. Fu Ruxian lifted her lips gloating and smiled, her eyes skimmed over Qiu'er, and the murderous intention of the warning made Qiu'er tremble for no reason, her eyes dodged a few times, and she lowered her face and stopped crying for herself.

These small actions in the dark did not escape the picturesque and elite eyes, and she smiled faintly:

"Don't worry, since I dare to control the huge capital city, I have the ability to subdue those restless Xiaoxiao, since the second lady wants to go to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, that's a good thing, prepare more pastries for the maids in the house to follow the second lady, and the second lady is weak and tired of you."

"That's natural, after all, the second lady is my own sister, since you agreed, I will go back and tell my sister to make her happy." Fu Ruxian glanced at Qiu'er coldly, and walked away arrogantly and domineeringly.

"Girl, she is too bullying, obviously she doesn't take the girl in her eyes" The low roar of the atmosphere, the murderous intent flowing in her eyes, she waved her hand picturesquely, smiled faintly, looked at Qiu'er, and said coldly:

"Qiu'er, I think you are the righteous daughter of the wind housekeeper, I won't say anything, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just say it, I will try my best to help you complete it, and you will take the road ahead."

The kneeling delicate body trembled violently, and she understood that the road in the future was the road to the underworld, and she was not going to find out the reason, so that she was a substitute for the dead ghost, Qiu'er lowered her head, and under her eyes, she turned over with angry resentment, biting her lips tightly, with a crying voice, and said:

"Poetic girl, please look at the loyalty of your father-in-law to the house before his death, give Qiu'er a night to accompany her father-in-law, and tomorrow, Qiu'er will go on the road with her father-in-law."

"Okay, I promise you," Shiruhua finished speaking, flicked his sleeves, and stepped into the wing

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