Jun Mowen sat up suddenly, and the sound of disordered breathing did not subside for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was late at night, but there was a faint commotion outside the hall.

Jun Mowen raised his forehead and shouted outward: "Someone." ”

The little eunuch who had been guarding outside the palace immediately hurriedly entered the hall: "Your Majesty." ”

"What's going on out there?"

The little eunuch bowed down, and his voice was particularly harsh in the night: "Yes... The dungeon in the palace is on fire. ”

His heart suddenly tightened, and Jun Mowen stared at the little eunuch: "Who is locked up inside?" ”

"It's the person Miss Si put in, the woman named Fuai."

……

Dungeon.

When Jun Mowen arrived, the fire had been extinguished, but the smoke left in the air had not dispersed for a long time, and even the air seemed to smell burned.

"Your Majesty?!" In the chaos, someone found Jun Mowen's trace.

With this exclamation, everyone knelt down one after another.

Jun Mowen was in no mood to care about the reactions of these people, he followed the smoke all the way to the innermost part of the dungeon, but he didn't see the cold woman in white.

Empty prison.

There was nothing to be done on the ground.

The blood on his body seemed to turn cold in an instant

"Your Majesty!"

Yifeng, dressed in white, walked in quickly, looking at Jun Mowen who was standing alone in the prison, she hurriedly came to his side and called.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't get a response from him.

She watched Jun Mowen slowly squat down, her slender fingers groping in the burnt black remnants.

When he touched a place, Jun Mowen's fingertips trembled, and he slowly picked up something on the ground.

It turned out to be a dusty magnolia hairpin, and the texture of white jade was so familiar.

Since the medicine girl entered the palace, she has always worn such a hairpin on her head, and the texture of white jade is inserted in her black hair, like a magnolia flower that really has life and slowly blooms...

And now......

Whisk, you are really like the ethereal dust, just a flick, and I will never find you again......

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Shangshu Mansion.

Sun Qi teased the red-billed parrot in his hand while lazily looking at the music in his hand.

After reading one, he made a few random annotations and picked up the next one.

Just then, a guard outside quietly came to his side.

Sun Qi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the guard with a pair of fox eyes: "What?" What's going on in the palace again? ”

The guard whispered a few words to Sun Qi, and then quietly retreated.

"The dungeon in the palace is on fire?"

He remembered that Yifeng had locked Sijichen there before.

The woman in white ......

Sun Qi suddenly smiled, he couldn't hear joy and anger in his laughter, he stretched out his hand and nodded at the red-billed parrot: "Xiaohong, Xiaohong, your sister Yifeng is becoming more and more disobedient." ”

The red-billed parrot seemed to be dissatisfied with his actions, and suddenly Hula spread its wings and flew up to the beams of the house.

Sun Qi was not annoyed, staring at the candle flame on the table, thinking about the death of the dust......

Should he believe it or not?

A burned corpse was indeed found in the prison, and with the temperament of Si Jichen, it is impossible to let someone else be her substitute for the dead because she wants to get out, and it is found that the corpse is indeed a good female corpse, as well as the white hosta.

He stroked his chin: "I think it's me who is too careful." ”