The pain comes and goes away quickly.

If it weren't for the cold sweat that broke out all over his body in an instant, Xing Ruoyou would have even thought that it was his hallucination just now!

Locking on the flickering candlelight not far away, Xing Ruoyou's gaze also became flickering and dimming.

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In a spacious but slightly dark study, a man in black knelt straight on the ground, and reported to the person sitting behind the bookcase: "Lord, she hasn't been in contact with any of the queen's eyeliner recently, but her personal maid went out to buy some goods today." ”

The voice of the man in black didn't sound tough at all, but rather round.

He saw that the person behind the bookcase didn't mean to speak, so he said to himself: "Most of the drugs that the maid procured, and even bought a silver needle that can only be used by senior doctors." The eldest lady of the right prime minister's mansion has been frail and sickly since she was a child, and the rumors are true, and she has also had a few acupuncture treatments, perhaps because she thinks that other people's silver needles are not as clean as the special ones, and it is reasonable for the noble girl to have this cleanliness habit. It's just ······"

Speaking of this, the man in black obviously stopped talking.

"Something to say." The voice was so cold that it didn't have any emotion floating from behind the bookcase, as if it came from the deepest part of the ice abyss, enough to cut gold and stone.

When most people hear this voice, they can't help but want to flee.

But the man in black continued, as if he had nothing to do: "Actually, it's nothing, that maid went to Ni Clothes to make a few sets of men's clothes." However, many nobles in the capital now love to learn horseback riding and archery, and the eldest lady of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion may also want to learn it, she ······"

"That's all the news?" The person behind the bookcase was obviously not interested in the topic of the man in black, and his voice was two points colder than before.

The man in black scratched his hair in some confusion, and finally shook his head a little dazedly.

Didn't the lord ask him to monitor the every move of the eldest lady of the right prime minister's mansion and come back to report it, except for the eldest lady to avoid it when it was convenient for him to sleep and bathe, he had been observing in the dark almost every step of the way.

This eldest lady has a really strange temper, she has clearly taken off her clothes and gone to bed, and she also lights it up, claiming that she is reading at night.

If he hadn't slipped away so quickly, the eldest lady's body would have been seen by him.

She is the future wife of the lord, although the lord does not admit it at all, and even has always suspected that she is involved with people in the queen's lineage, but no matter how she says, she is the lord's woman, and he dare not cross it even if he is killed!

"Lord, do you want to continue to observe?" The man in black saw his lord nodding, and quickly turned into a black shadow and flashed out of the study.

But in the next moment, the black shadow flashed back again, and his breath was stable: "Lord, the day after tomorrow is the annual Wanhua Festival, all the princes and nobles, nobles and nobles in the capital will go, and the eldest lady of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion will definitely go, do you want to go and see it too, she is really as rumored to be beautiful and beautiful······

Before the "immortal" could speak, the voice of the man in black was cut off by a cold look from his own lord, he patted his slightly stiff face, smiled and turned around to leave again.

But when he heard the word "yes" behind him, his eyes were clear, and he flashed out of the study like a fly.

When the lord goes to the flower party, he can naturally follow, and he is finally a little fun!

After the man in black left, the almost transparent right hand of the man behind the bookcase held the pen in front of the case, and quickly wrote a letter, put it in an envelope with the word "southwest", and handed it to another black shadow who appeared at some point.

When he was the only one left in the study, the man got up and walked outside.

Pushing open the door, the silver moonlight sprinkled down, and the man's back became more and more cold and gloomy, his eyes were full of coldness, and even the smile on the corner of his lips became bloodthirsty.

Divorce in public? Draw your sword and kill yourself?

It is really a chaste martyr, or a wolf bèi is a traitor, and it will be revealed soon.

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The next day was the cleanest day after Xing Ruoyou returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Xing Ruoming was busy creating the most beautiful outfit to surprise the audience.

Xing Ruolan was anxious about the red sores on her face, she didn't know why she was like this, she always felt that she seemed to have missed a very important detail, but what she had missed, she couldn't remember for a while.

For this year's Wanhua Festival, she has been preparing since last year, a full year, seeing that there are only a few days to be the flower party, but she has this red sore on the face at this juncture, and the famous doctors of the four major medical halls in Beijing have come to see, the prescription has been prescribed, the medicine has been drunk, and even acupuncture has been used.

But the red sores on her face showed no signs of going down, and there was a faint possibility of growing more and more.

Because of this, Xing Ruolan's temper became more and more anxious, and the maids in the courtyard made a little mistake, either beating or punishing, which made people panic.

Xing Ruolan didn't know that the red sores on her face were caused by anger to the point of liver fire, and Xing Ruoyou's acupoints in her blood sea acupoint were not ordinary ways of strength, if she couldn't calm down, even if she ate more medicinal herbs, with ordinary acupuncture treatment, it would not be effective at all.

And the more angry she becomes, the more severe the red sores on her face will be, but they will not be fatal.

So Xing Ruoyou doesn't bother to care about it now, but she is now also interested in this annual Wanhua Festival.

Out of professional habits, how could she miss the great opportunity to find rare medicinal materials in the midst of thousands of flowers.

"Miss, what kind of clothes will you wear when you go to the flowers tomorrow?" Xiaoxiao sorted out the wardrobe of Xing Ruoyou, and was in a good mood, this was the most comfortable few days that her master had spent in the Prime Minister's Mansion for so many years after Mrs. Ao's death.

Although the king of his own master is going to marry, how bloodthirsty and terrifying it is rumored outside, it is ridiculous that he has been inspired to protect the punishment since he was a child, and he has done a lot of work in the house, plus he is a maid of a big family, and he has seen a lot of the world, of course he understands the words "people are terrible".

In addition, her temperament is more optimistic, and she always holds a fluke mentality, feeling that a person like her master, a fairy, will not be too lucky, even if the king is really bloodthirsty, she will stand in front of the master at that time.

In fact, Xiaoxiao was also panicked for a while after learning the news, especially after knowing that her master committed suicide because of this.

However, in the past few days, I have seen that my master seems to be much more cheerful than before, and the subordinates in the house are also respectful to their masters, and the people who love the master on weekdays have not come, except for the third lady who is now sick and can't go out.

Xiaoxiao faintly felt in her heart that the retribution of these bad people seemed to be finally coming!

All of this added up, and she had long forgotten about that annoying thing.

Xing Ruoyou glanced at the dress in the closet, and casually pointed to a goose-yellow one: "That's it." ”

She has always had a lack of interest in dressing up, and she is very casual.

"This one?" Xiaoxiao picked up the goose-yellow skirt and frowned.

This skirt was given to his master by His Royal Highness King Yan a month ago, and that was when Xiaoxiao saw one of the few times his master laughed, and now he ······ Could it be that the master has no more affection for His Royal Highness King Yan, isn't it······