Feng Ling was talking with Xingye under the courtyard wall, and a faceless inner supervisor ran over angrily and bowed to Feng Ling: "This is Gu Niangzi?" ”

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"Gu Niangzi teaches slaves and maids to be easy to find." The inner eunuch hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness the Prince, please ask Gu Niangzi to go back to Lingbo Hall and wait, and I will inquire about something later." ”

Feng Ling originally wanted to resign to Li Zhi, and asked for a grace to release the palace for Xingye, but he was also worried about Li Zhi's grief, but he still had to spend a lot of effort to beware of the troubles of the kings who returned to Beijing one after another to mourn, and he didn't know when he would see him, but he didn't expect Li Zhi to see her at this time.

Feng Ling happily agreed, and led the apricot leaves back to the Lingbo Palace. The inner eunuch didn't seem to be at ease, and accompanied the two of them to the courtyard of the Lingbo Palace, and watched them enter the main hall.

There was a dead silence in the Lingbo Palace, as if all the palace people and inner supervisors had gone to the Hanfeng Hall to be busy, so quiet that they could faintly hear the flow of the river outside the hall.

Xingye spread the mat on the low couch, Feng Ling was tired, and his loose legs leaned on the low couch, covering his mouth and yawning.

"If you are sleepy, close your eyes, and if you want to come, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not come immediately." Xingye persuaded, looking at the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and looked around for the silk fan.

Feng Ling's eyelids were sour, and he closed his eyes when he leaned. After a short time, there was a sudden sound at the door of the temple, and two inner supervisors came and went out with the door. Feng Ling looked over with her eyes half-open, but she couldn't see it really through the screen, she said lazily: "It's stuffy in the hall, so open the door to disperse the wind." ”

After waiting for a few breaths, no one paid attention. The wind spirit was sleepy and didn't want to open his eyes, but suddenly he heard Xingye screaming, "What are you doing! Lingbo Hall will not allow you to be so presumptuous, why don't you open the door quickly! ”

Wind Spirit closed her eyes and frowned, and she was stunned when she heard the intermittent sound of hammering on the door. Then he suddenly jumped off the low couch, bypassed the large screen, and went straight to the temple door, pushing the temple door with all his might.

The door of the temple did not move. Feng Ling pushed several times, but to no avail, she was about to throw herself into the collision, so Xingye hurriedly stopped her, and exclaimed: "Don't push it again, you hurt yourself carefully." ”

Feng Ling sat down on the ground in dejection, and said in frustration: "I have been in this deep palace for a long time, and I have been so stunned, if in the past, where could they have performed such a sneaky act under my nose." ”

"They...... Why did they lock us up in the temple? Annoyed and afraid, Xingye fumbled with the door frame and asked.

The wind spirit rolled over, pulled out the small curved blade he was carrying, and slashed it along the crack in the door. When the blade touched something hard, she retracted the small curved blade and sighed: "The sect disciple died with a copper piece and fell into a big lock." I don't know what that means, and I'll just wait and see what they do. ”

She thought about it sideways, and added: "There are only two of us in this house, before they open the door and let people go, it will be harder, we can't sleep together at night, take turns to be vigilant, don't teach people to put anything in." ”

Xingye muttered in her heart: The door is sealed tightly, what else can be put in. But he didn't dare to say it, but he was afraid that saying it would make people more and more frightened.

After the main hall of Lingbo Hall was sealed tightly for two days, the copper lock on the door finally "clicked", Xingye was restless for two days, and the moment the door of the temple opened, she only felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she held Feng Ling's hand tightly with one hand.

Feng Ling breathed in his chest, but he was calm. The door of the hall opened slightly, Liu Shuang, who was dressed in a plain brocade robe, stepped in calmly with a humble smile on his face, followed by two martial artists wearing internal prison uniforms, with strong physique, sharp eyebrows and eyes, not like an internal prison at all.

The door of the temple was then closed again, and there were seven or eight figures following outside. The wind spirit couldn't help but be surprised, but not very surprised.

"Gu Niangzi, don't come to harm?" Liu Shuang smiled slightly, deliberately made a frivolous description, bent down and looked at her sideways, and said, "My face is a little worse, why don't you have a good rest?" In the next place, he deliberately sent away the idle people of Lingbo Hall and others, so as to teach Gu Niangzi to recuperate for a few days and rest her spirits, but these thoughts were in vain. ”

Feng Ling was most tired of his trick of wanting to catch and indulge, so he simply sat back on the low couch, supported on the case with one hand, and turned the small curved blade she carried with the other, without saying a word, waiting for him to finish this set.

After Liu Shuang's yin and yang weird humility, he didn't get the slightest response, he suddenly became annoyed, stared at the curved blade in Feng Ling's hand and glanced at it several times, one hand behind his back slowly clenched into a fist, gritted his back molars, and resisted the urge to step forward and give her two slaps.

He has suffered some losses under the hands of Feng Ling, thinking that although he is responsible for the martial arts of the East Palace Guard, he really has no half of his long skills, and the two martial artists he brought may not be able to please him, if he really does it, he will suffer again.

He tried his best to calm down, sat down uninvited across from the Fengling table, and smiled coldly: "I think it's because Gu Niangzi is tired, let's talk faster." Before the saint's funeral, Gu Niangzi summoned those officials from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, their errands were also complete, and now, it is time to get up those account books and hand them over? ”

There was a burst of nervousness in Feng Ling's heart, and the hand dragging his cheek almost trembled. In Daxing Palace, Suo Liangyin burned the side compartment of Zhaoqing Hall in the middle of the night, and at that time he had already released the word, saying that he had burned a room of account books, and he thought that Liu Zheng and his son would stop there, and which one leaked the news and stabbed out the real account books hidden in Cuiwei Palace.

"Gu Niangzi?" Liu Shuang stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes, "You don't want to laugh with me, saying that you never know what account books are." It doesn't hurt to tell you directly, my Liu clan has been operating in the inner garden for all these years, how can I close my ears and listen to such a big action in the Warm Pavilion of Lingbo Palace, you say it's a reason? ”

He said something to the wind spirit, she secretly regretted that she was not steady, and she made a thousand calculations, but she missed the fact that the Liu family had to install ears and eyes in the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and the officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs who surveyed the account books, although they were selected by her own hands, nine times out of ten they were also mixed with the goods at both ends of the first rat.

At this point, Feng Ling didn't plan to talk to him much, just blindly pretended to be deaf and dumb: "It's Liu Gongzi who said that he is laughing, whether it is Daxing Palace or Cuiwei Palace, Feng Ling is just a hermitage, how can there be a reason for a guest to hide things in the master's house." If Liu Gongzi wants to rummage, he can ask the head of the family for approval, and he is free. ”

Although Feng Ling said this in his mouth, he secretly worried in his heart, he was afraid that Liu Shuang had already led someone to search Ling Bo Hall up and down, and found nothing, so he detained her here. She smiled coldly in her heart, the crucial empirical evidence, naturally she would not hide it so hastily, I am afraid that if another fire burns the Lingbo Palace, it will not hurt half of those account books.

Liu Shuang ran out of patience, got up from the low couch, paced back and forth in front of Feng Ling, turned around with a calm face, and said with a sad face: "The saint returned to the funeral, although Ah Sheng has followed to serve, but in terms of it, the saint cherishes Gu Niangzi more." Gu Niangzi has always been able to perceive the sacred heart, so she asked for a piece of white silk, and responded to the sage's summons to serve together. ”