He pressed down towards Feng Ling and looked into her eyes, "Gu Niangzi look, is it okay to report like this?" ”

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"I will give you three days, and I will figure out where the books are hidden. If she can't remember it after three days, Gu Niangzi will invite herself to accompany her. Liu Shuang flicked his sleeves, put down the cruel words, turned around and strode to the front of the palace gate, the people outside opened the door for him, and then there was a sound of copper locks and keys, and the footsteps of a group of people left noisily.

Xingye threw herself on the low couch in horror and crouched on the desk in front of the wind spirit, "He, he just said that Ah Sheng has ...... ......"

"Ah Sheng is afraid that he will not be able to live." Feng Ling pressed the curved blade on the case, took a deep breath and said: "Does he know too much, even if he is loyal, in front of the imperial power, it is worth nothing." ”

"If he starts to be ruthless, and really reports that the lady is chasing the saint, what should he do?" Xingye was so frightened that her heart trembled, and her teeth clenched loudly when she spoke.

Feng Ling tapped the back of her hand a few times, "If I die, he will never know the whereabouts of the account books, how can he have the audacity to take such a big risk, just a few words of intimidation, don't pay attention." ”

Xingye hesitated suspiciously, and finally nodded self-affirmatively: "Yes, in a few days, General Yan will return from Daxing Palace, and he will have his own plans." ”

Xingye has been saying this for nearly ten days, and he can no longer be sure. In the past ten days, Liu Shuang has come twice again, and he really didn't dare to say what the wind spirit was, but he just wanted to bluff more and more seriously, and the last time, he was almost angry and ruined regardless of the demeanor of the son who had always boasted of himself.

Feng Ling wakes up every morning and goes to bed before going to bed for a flurry of pantothenic acid, although he can endure it without vomiting, but the food he brings can rarely eat, and his face is sallow and dull day by day.

Xingye was anxious, and she couldn't wait for a long time, and she didn't even say a word. There was a dead silence outside the hall, only two guards from the unknown battalion guarded, isolated from the inside and outside, and the news could not enter or leave for half a minute. The inner supervisor, who had to bring food every day, also didn't say a word or look at it.

Feng Ling is not anxious, she understands better than Xingye, and it is in vain to be anxious at this time, if she teaches Liu Shuang to know, she may have to hold her heart, and then use some tricks to threaten her. Her clouds are light and calm, and she is helpless to teach Liu Shuang, but she overwhelms him.

On this day, there was some faint noise outside the hall, people came and went, there seemed to be a lively, Feng Ling listened calmly for a long time, in the end, it was separated by a courtyard wall, and it was not clear what was going on outside, only vaguely heard a few vague Turkic words.

She guessed behind the door, guessing that it was about the Hu people, Turks, Gaochang people and other leaders in the east and west of Xinjiang, and the inquiry rushed to Chang'an to run the funeral. Ben Fu or second, this is to show the Tang Dynasty that although the old lord has gone, their tribe is still willing to be loyal to the new monarch and submit to the Tang Dynasty.

The inner supervisor who delivered the meal came very late, and as soon as the door of the temple opened, a strong smell of spices rushed in. Feng Ling held back his breath and opened the food box to see a plate of roasted half-fat and half-lean mutton, mixed with red yeast rice powder and spices.

Red Sheep Cane...... Feng Ling's mind turned, it stands to reason that during the national mourning, how can such a big meat and meat be prepared, isn't it really Hu people who came, because there was no such red tape taboo, and this was done in the dining room to entertain?

She frowned, pointed to the plate of meat, and said angrily to the inner supervisor who delivered the meal, "What is this? A smell of fish! Worship the high and low things, and dare to practice people here?"

These few angry scoldings really shocked Xingye, and she wondered in her heart: After being calm and indifferent for so many days, how could she be so atmospheric to an internal supervisor who delivered meals today?

The inner prison bowed his head and remained silent, still methodically placing the food in the food box in the same way, and fell into a no-man's land.

Feng Ling snorted heavily, raised his hand and used ten percent of his strength to overturn the table in front of him to the ground, and the porcelain dishes and soup cakes were splashed on the ground. "Get out! Get out of the way with these pickles! ”

As she spoke, she stood up and raised her legs to pick up the inner prison that was squatting on the ground to clean up.

Xingye was not lightly frightened, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab her, so as to persuade her to pull her away.

The inner prison is young, no better than those old inner prisoners who have been mixed into slippery loaches, they always have blood, whether it is to find fault with the talent and spirit, or humiliation, he can only endure the depression without hearing it. But Feng Ling's insult was not over, he was about to step forward and kick and beat, he finally couldn't bear it, Huo Di stood up from the ground, and replied bluntly: "Gu Niangzi kept saying that slaves and maids are trampling people, but the slaves and maids have the courage to ask, in this current situation, which one is trampling people?" In the past two days, the heads of tribes from all over the western and northern Xinjiang have come to mourn, and the dining room is too busy to deal with it, so what about the lady and her son for a meal or two? It's also worth the lady to move this liver fire? ”

Feng Ling's heart was relieved, he thought that the people sent by Liu Shuang were all mutes who couldn't speak, and although it was not easy to pry the tongue of this inner prison, it was not very difficult.

She raised her eyebrows, pointed at him and scolded: "Don't use this to coax me, do you look at me and I don't know what is going on outside, can the heads of the east and west Hu come to this Cuiwei Palace to mourn?" But tell me who the Turkic leader is? I forgive you for talking nonsense, and I can't answer. It's just lying and making up words at you, and you should be beaten! ”

The inner eunuch was provoked by her, trembling slightly with anger, and sneered at each other in a cold voice: "What, do you still want the slave and maid to invite the nobles of Pyongyang County and King Yanqi to come to you to see you?" ”

Feng Ling was overjoyed when he heard this, and sure enough, it was the Turkic head who came to mourn the saint, and it was actually the righteous brother who had sworn a blood alliance with her, and the husband of Zhang Yunniang, who owed her great favors, Ashina Miji. If it weren't for the Buddha's protection, what could have been more coincidental.

At this point, she didn't have the heart to embarrass the inner prison again, so she just waved her hand casually and said, "Just clean up and go, don't teach people to look at the troubles in front of you." ”

The smell of meat dishes in the house suddenly made her chest greasy and almost retched. Feng Ling hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and turned to the inner room. Xingye was afraid that the inner supervisor would see something, followed the wind spirit into the inner room, put down the curtain, and the water in the large porcelain bottle in the inner room raised a jasmine, and the apricot leaf picked up the porcelain bottle and shook it around, so that the elegant aroma of jasmine filled the inner room and covered the smell of food outside.

When the inner prisoner cleaned up the mess and left, Feng Lingfang showed a cheerful face, grabbed Xingye's hand, and although his voice was deliberately lowered, the joy in his words could not be concealed: "Xingye, Xingye, we are expected to escape from this place!" ”