Shu E's eyes suddenly had a strange luster, and she just turned her head to look at the pen in Hua Fu's hand. Suddenly, a large tear fell, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "Zihao." ”

Hua Fu couldn't help but take a step forward, looked at Shu E, and exclaimed, "What did Madame say?" ”

Shu E saw the pen in Hua Fu's hand, but it seemed to see something terrible, and couldn't help but retreat.

Sharp as a cone and sharp as a knife. There are old rabbits on the stone in the south of the Yangtze River, eating bamboo and drinking springs. The people of Xuancheng took it as a pen, and they picked every millimeter out of tens of thousands of hairs.

Although it is light, the work is very heavy. The name of the Guan Le Gong is full of tribute, and the monarch and the ministers should not be used lightly.

Don't use it lightly, what will it be? I wish to give the imperial history of the East and West Mansions, and I am willing to give the left and right platforms to live.

The tube tends to enter the golden que, and the smoke stands in the white jade removal. The minister has treacherous and evil and righteous playing, and the king has a straight book.

Living room, serving the imperial history, Er Zhizi is not easy.

Every year when Xuancheng enters the pen, the price of Zihao is as expensive as gold. Be careful not to miss the bullet and be careful not to record the words in the air.

The third young master Ran Nuo once told Shu E that Cao Shuyan, a girl from the Cao family, loves calligraphy, especially good at writing flying white fonts.

The house she lives in has a plaque on the book "Moyuntang", and the two big maids she serves, one is called Zihao and the other is called Sumo.

Shu E not only knows the meaning of the name of Zihao, but also naturally knows the song "Zihao Pen" by Bai Lotian.

What Hua Fu has in his hand is just a pen that is about to write bald in the dust hermitage, and the pen barrel and nib are all ordinary raw materials. However, Shu E realized Hui Feng's various behaviors before she died, and thought that she grabbed this pen to tell Hua Fu a name, Zihao.

It is better to hide Cain's in the affairs of the world. Now that I see and find out, I see through everything, and I am only bored.

Shu E said softly with tears in her eyes: "Sharp as a cone and sharp as a knife." That's what has been with me Zihao. The well-fated Huifeng ......"

Hua Fu looked at Shu E's sad appearance, and she couldn't bear it in her heart. Just thinking of Shu E's frustration in the past few days, she restrained the unbearable look on her face, holding the pen in her hand tightly with one hand, and the nails of the other hand were deeply pinched in the palm of her hand.

Hua Dongyang shouted softly: "Hua Fu ......"

Hua Fu looked at Hua Dongyang, shook his head, and said to Shu E: "What is Huifeng's matter, what is Madam going to do?" ”

"What should I do?" Shu E looked at Hua Fu with wide eyes, her eyes were full of helplessness and pain: "Hua Fu, what do you say I should do?" Hui Feng is unlucky, can I kill Zihao for her again? Zihao has been with me for so long, but I have never done anything good to her. She...... If she makes a mistake, can I really bear to beat her and kill her? ”

Hua Fu stepped forward and said, "Ma'am." ”

Shu E shook her head and said, "Hua Fu, don't say anything more......"

"I'm not asking Mrs. to do anything to Zihao, Zihao is certainly wrong, but she is not the real murderer who killed Hui Feng after all. Madame doesn't seek justice for Huifeng, is that it? Hua Fu asked Shu'e unrelentingly.

Shu E closed her eyes, and tears slowly flowed out: "You're right, Hui Feng's death is not Zi Hao's harm, nor is it me, but even if the real murderer is found, what can I do?" Even if I kill that man, what can I do? In short, Huifeng can't be resurrected......"

"Madame is...... Are you afraid of Yang Chunxi? Hua Fu asked sharply.

Yang Chunxi, the name seems to be a nightmare. Too many people have been implicated, too many things have been involved.

"Sun Niangzi, I really don't have the heart to pay attention to the struggle in this palace, because once you fight, it will be your life and death. Harming others or being victimized, life is spent in fear. Sun Niangzi, you don't know what to do, I'm so tired, it's better to be free, forever free......" Shu E's lips have gradually lost their blood, thinking that it is because she has stood for so long, and she is a little tired.

Hua Fu tugged at her skirt slightly, and knelt down in front of Shu E. A sharp and short wind stirred up under his knees, stirring up many petals, which flew again and landed at Shu'e's feet.

Shu E exclaimed: "Sun Niangzi, you ...... What are you doing here? ”

"I'm pleading, ma'am." Hua Fu looked up at Shu E: "After Hui Feng's death, I examined her body according to my wife's words, wrists, ankles, big arms, small arms, and legs, where there are blood veins in her limbs, and there are sixteen vertical and horizontal wounds. ”

Shu E was stunned and stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, but she still couldn't help crying.

"The wounds are both old and new, and the scar on the left wrist that Madame saw that day has mostly healed. But—" Waffle's voice was unbearable: "The scars that Madame did not see, some of them were scabbed with blood, some of them were falling off, some of them had ulcerated pus because of the heat, and some of them were still oozing blood under the wrapped white cloth. ”

Shu E didn't dare to think about what kind of picture it was, but the hand covering her mouth had become weak and sore, and she hung down gently beside her. A big tear fell to the ground and hit a petal, crystal like morning dew.

There were hundreds of limbs, and there was a sharp pain rolling everywhere from the sharp blade. However, Shu E didn't make any more crying and whimpering sounds, and a few thin snow-white teeth bit her lips tightly.

She didn't say a word, she had to use all her strength. But Hui Feng did not mention the injuries on her body in a single word from beginning to end. She just asked me to thank Mrs. and tell Mrs. to protect Ruyue and beware of Yang Jieyu. Hua Fu said Hui Feng's words, as if he had exhausted all the strength of his body, word by word, so hard, so clearly. Every word penetrated deeply into Shu E's heart.

Hua Fu looked at Shu E and continued: "Until the last moment before she died, she grabbed this pen again-" Hua Fu held the pen in both hands, held it in front of Shu E, and said: "The last sentence is just to remind Madame to be careful." ”

Hua Fu said with a moved expression: "Madam, Hui Feng didn't think about what she wanted you to do for her, she waited for you for a day and a night, just to let you take care and let you be careful." Therefore, the slave begs you, be considerate of Hui Feng's intentions, don't give up on yourself, and don't let down easily. ”

Shu E reached out to help Hua Fu and gently opened the palm of her left hand, the petals were smoked transparent by the warmth and sweat in her hand. Shu E said softly: "Sun Niangzi, why didn't you say these words earlier?" Although the voice was soft, it was very calm, and he was no longer disheartened.

"That night, Madame asked me to go to the dust nunnery and let me inspect Hui Feng's body, didn't Madame have long expected the reason why Hui Feng fell ill and left the palace, and didn't she have long expected that Hui Feng's life would not be long?" Hua Fu saw that Shu E's expression gradually changed, and she was happy in her heart, and her expression was finally a little relaxed.

"Actually, the lady waited for the slave to come back on the night, and she already knew everything. No, Mrs. has already known everything since she heard Xiao Ningzi say that Hui Feng was sick and left the palace. Hua Fu gently held Shu E's hand and said softly: "That's why Madame's hands are so cold." ”