When Mu Jin went up the bluestone steps, he found that the two little chamberlains under the front porch of the palace gate were shrinking their heads, glancing at the back of the hall from time to time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When Mu Jin arrived at her, she found her, the two pulled each other's sleeves, looked at her strangely, and lowered their heads expressionlessly.

Mu Jin walked past them to the back of the hall, the thirteen princesses' dormitory was on the right side, and there was a small garden between it and the main hall, with a corridor connecting with it, and it was full of wisteria flowers, lively and noisy, and it was passing by in a group, as if the whole garden was lit up.

After Mu Jin and the others finished teaching, in their spare time, they like to sit under the cloister and play a song or a game of chess under the wisteria trellis. It's also a bit of a scene.

And now, on the edge of the most luxuriant flower shelf, there is a man lying on his stomach. The dying man on the spring bench was like a broken puppet, and his head was already hanging down. A snow-white middle coat could no longer tell whether it was sweat or blood, and it was shocking to crash into Mu Jin's eyes.

She looked at the two attendants holding wooden sticks in amazement, waving the thick vermilion lacquered wooden pole in their hands one by one, and falling on her back, buttocks, and legs in a disorderly manner, making a dull snapping sound......

There was a blow that hit him hard, and he hit him directly on the waist, and his head was lowered sharply.

Mu Jin's pupils contracted sharply: it was Zeng Xuefang, the young lady of the Zeng Shilang family of the Ministry of Rites who played a good hand of chess.

Her eyes were dilated at the moment, her face was full of messy hair, and a rag in her mouth suddenly fell, so she looked up in a daze, and then hung down softly......

On the high platform next to the flower shelf, Concubine Zhuang raised her fingers, held a cup of tea, sipped lightly, and looked at Zeng Xuefang with gentle eyes. It was eerily quiet, except for the crisp thud of the teacup in her hand against the rim of the cup, and the dull crackling of the cane hitting the flesh in the field.

I don't know how long it took, the people on the stool didn't move anymore, and there was no reaction at all, and the two attendants stopped.

Only then did Concubine Zhuang Shi get up, glanced at Mu Jin, who was pale with a smile, and said with a soft smile: "Here, Ya'er is waiting inside!" ”

Mu Jin raised her legs mechanically and walked forward along the corridor, and there were hanging wisteria flowers brushing her cheeks, she actually trembled, and subconsciously straightened her back, but her legs couldn't stop fighting......

Concubine Zhuang Guifei glanced back at Mu Jin, who bowed her head and followed her, was slightly surprised, smiled, continued to move forward, and said in her heart: Aren't they simple characters this time?

Like this Zeng Xuefang, he didn't spit out a word when he was killed.

It doesn't matter, she doesn't care who it is, and she's not interested, come one to fight one, come to two, and die a pair.

She walked leisurely, thinking: In the evening, Emperor Kang Yuan is coming, what dishes must be prepared.....

Mu Jin's mind was blank, and when he turned the corner, he caught a glimpse of two chamberlains dragging Zeng Xuefang up the steps from the stool.

Under the sun, something flashed, it was the jade bracelet on Zeng Xuefang's hand. On the day of entering the palace, one person bowed to the teacher, which was said by Concubine Zhuang that day.

She moved her wrist, the bracelet on her hand pressed against her skin, and she froze.

In the hall, Zhao Yarong sat in the room in a low mood, pouting and shaking her feet, and the yellow clothes were waiting on the side. Seeing Mu Jin coming in, he ran up in three steps and two steps, stood up again, raised his head and asked, "Have you seen Sister Zeng?" ”

Zhao Yarong privately affectionately called the four of them "sister!" ”

Mu Jin glanced at Huang Yi quickly, stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to answer, Zhao Yarong had already asked herself: "Like Mama Xu, was she thrown into a mass grave?" ”

Huang Yi was shocked and shouted: Princess!

Zhao Yarong raised her face and said loudly: "I heard it, you still have to lie to me." It was the mother who said it, and she said that she threw Xu Mama into the mass grave and fed the wild dogs......"

Tears burst out of her eyes: "Sister Zeng must be too." The last time those two people came, Mama was gone. Then they came again. I hate them......"

Huang Yi was so anxious that tears came out, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly covered Zhao Yarong's mouth, trembling: "My princess, slave beg, don't say it again, don't say it again......"

While looking at Mu Jin who was standing in fright: "Miss Mu", begging: "Miss, you don't hear it, the slave begs you......"

Mu Jin shook his senses, looked at Zhao Yarong who was struggling by herself, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and stabilized her emotions, then slowly walked up, squeezed out a smile and looked at Zhao Yarong who was staring at a pair of eyes, and said: "Princess......"

Zhao Yarong sat in front of the piano table and plucked the piano one by one, and Mu Jin pointed out a few places softly, letting her practice on her own.

Huang Yi brought a cup of hot tea and gratefully: "Miss......"

She wanted to speak and stopped, seeing that Mu Jin didn't look at her, she just stared at the rising water vapor in her hand in a daze, confused.

As soon as the piano stopped, Zhao Yarong turned her face: Sister Jin......

Mu Jin put down the teacup in his hand and possessed him: "What's wrong?" But stuck? Slow down and do it again! ”

Zhao Yarong flattened her mouth, she actually wanted to talk about Sister Zeng, but Mu Jin didn't look at her, she raised her hand by herself, put it on the strings, and smiled: Keep your hands steady and your fingertips erect......

She had no choice but to throw it away and go all out to deal with the piano in front of her.

Huang Yi looked at Mu Jin's back, quietly retreated, and suddenly saw a group of people coming, and hurriedly bent over, "Niangniang!" ”

Concubine Zhuang waved her hand lightly, looked at the girl standing in front of the window, and saw that her eyes were calm and her lips were pursed tightly.

I couldn't help but feel in a trance: Once upon a time, a girl who was only fifteen years old also stood in front of the window like this, but she was extremely scared in her heart. One of the talented people in the same room with her had just been killed with a cane in front of her, and she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't do anything. Because, she knows, there are two grandmothers behind her who are staring at her......

Is Mu Jin like this at this time? She must be scared in her heart, she must be! Her gaze moved down, and she saw her hand trembling slightly, and sure enough, ...... Her lips hooked up in satisfaction.

She turned around and walked away quietly, where two palace people were carrying water to wash the ground, and a layer of blood foam floated on the blue brick floor, which soon flowed under the flower trees on the side. Seeing her coming, the two hurriedly put down the bucket and bowed: Niangniang!

Without squinting, she continued to walk, and when she was about to leave the cloister, a wisteria flower fell from her shoulder, and then fell to the ground, and she stepped on it......

In this palace, there is no room for too much kindness, she can stand in this position today, who knows how many tears she has shed behind her back...... She is no longer the supple banker Miss Punzhi of the past.

This is not the first time she has done what she has done today. On weekdays, it's okay, but actually reaching out to Ya'er is equivalent to pricking a thorn in her heart. It was still light to kill her with a cane, and it didn't harm her father and brother, and she was already extra gracious......

Her Ya'er is still young and doesn't want to be criticized. Zhao Yarong is a golden and noble princess, born elegant, how can her eyes and ears be tainted by these pickled things?