Holding Yin Qianhe's arms tightened her tighter, and silent tears turned into sobs......

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Song Yunchen has always been uneasy in his heart since he talked to Yin Qianhe about the death of his mother. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Over the years, he has been firmly telling himself that it was Qin Zhen and Qin Zhong who killed his mother. But as I grew older, doubts grew in my heart.

Every time he thought about it, he needed to deliberately ignore something.

In order to retaliate against his father for shielding Qin Zhen without knowing right and wrong, he turned himself into a complete anointed child, and in addition to eating, drinking, and having fun every day, he slept in flowers and willows.

He basically didn't stay in the palace during the day, because he didn't want to see Qin Zhen's fake kind eyes, he didn't want to hear people praise her for being kind behind her back, and he didn't want her to gather around him all day long and ask questions.

As Yin Qianhe said, why didn't he deal with her directly? What's the use of him being so depraved? Can you take revenge? Or can it make her feel guilty? He didn't know, he didn't want to think about it.

Lying in bed tossing and turning, the details that had been dusty for many years resurfaced in my mind.

Why did the people around him slowly leave the palace after his mother passed away?

Why did his father's concubine Ma disappear immediately after that incident?

Why did his mother's maidservant Minghuan say something like that?

"The prince spares his life, the prince spares his life. The slave didn't know that it was poisonous, and the slave was just ordered to release some smallpox pollen......"

Yes, smallpox pollen.

What is smallpox pollen? Whose order was Minghuan under his command? After struggling for a long time, he finally couldn't help his strong suspicions and got up and went to the study.

After examining the medical scriptures, he sat down in his chair sluggishly, and before he knew it, his hand tore off the page of the book containing smallpox pollen.

Smallpox pollen has a very important taboo - it is taboo for pregnant people.

At that time, Qin Zhen was the only one in the palace who was pregnant......

Someone was sent out to check for several days, and finally found out that Minghuan might still be alive. When he learned the news, he immediately rushed to Minghuan's hometown.

He saw a woman who was drying her clothes, and she was said to be Minghuan.

His legs felt like they were stuck in a swamp, and he couldn't take a step anyway.

Afraid? His mood at the moment can no longer be described in just these two words.

When the woman saw a strange man in a splendid dress standing in front of the courtyard of her house, she approached and asked, "Who are you looking for, this son?" ”

Song Yunchen remembered this face, and he used to see it often at his mother's place.

"Are you Minghuan?"

"You are?"

The woman looked at Song Yunchen carefully, her eyes and mouth looked like the princess back then!

"Childe!"

Although nearly nine years have passed, Song Yunchen's appearance has not changed much, so the woman quickly recognized him. At the same time, it also proved that she was indeed the Minghuan that Song Yunchen was looking for.

Minghuan invited Song Yunchen into the hall, where a six or seven-year-old boy was playing. Minghuan took him out first, and then asked Song Yunchen to sit.

"Childe, why did you come here?"

Song Yunchen's gaze fell on her hand dragging the stool, and her left hand was without her little finger and ring finger.

"Your hand ......"

Minghuan hurriedly hid his hand in his sleeve and stammered and replied, "No, it's nothing."

When Song Yunchen saw her reaction, he had already guessed eight or nine points.

He closed his eyes and muttered for a long time, and then he went straight to the point and explained the purpose of his trip: "I have come to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" Minghuan asked timidly.

"Why did you leave the palace back then? Is it just because my mother is gone? ”

"Ah......h

"Is it related to the death of my mother?"

Minghuan was caught off guard by this question, she was so shocked that she took two steps back, lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Song Yunchen, nor did she dare to speak.

"Minghuan, tell me, what happened back then? Who killed my mother? You must know, right? ”

Song Yunchen asked one after another, but Minghuan just kept retreating, straight to the corner.

"Childe, don't ask, I won't say anything."

"Why? If you have any problems, you can tell them, and I will help you if I can. ”

"No, I don't have any trouble, I don't have ......," Minghuan shouted as he covered his ears and shook his head.

There was a moment of silence......

"Knock", Song Yunchen landed on his knees and knelt in front of Minghuan.

"Childe, what are you doing here? Minghuan can't stand it. When Ming Huan saw this, he was so panicked that he also knelt down.

"I'm begging you, please tell me the truth."

"Childe, why do you bother? Madame has been dead for so long, even if she knows the truth, what can she do? Besides, knowing is not necessarily better than not knowing. ”

"If I don't even know how my mother died, then what face do I have to be her son. Minghuan, please tell me the truth for the sake of my mother's concubine who treated you well during her lifetime. If you insist on not saying it, then I will kneel here until you will tell me. ”

Seeing that he was so persistent, Ming Huan had to sigh and finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll tell Childe everything I know. It's just that you must keep it a secret for me, the prince once warned me not to tell anyone about it, especially not to let you know. ”

"Okay, I promise you."

Minghuan helped Song Yunchen up and recalled the events of the year.

On that day, everyone in the palace was busy for Mrs. Qin's birthday. Madame called me into her room and quietly gave me a bag of things......"

On that day nine years ago, it was Qin Zhen's birthday, because she was pregnant, so King Ding decided to do something for her to make her happy.

There was some chaos in the palace, and the princess Su didn't care, she only quietly summoned the maidservant Minghuan to her side.

"Madam, what do you have to tell you about the slave?"

Su Shi took out a small packet of things from his sleeve and whispered, "Minghuan, help me do something, put this in Qin's soup." ”

"Huh? What is it? Minghuan's eyes widened and he stared at the bag suspiciously.

"Smallpox pollen, something that can make a pregnant person miscarry."

"Ma'am, have you really decided to do this?"

Su Shi frowned and said fiercely: "That's right, I can't let her give birth to this child." Everyone said it was a son, and I couldn't let him threaten Chen'er. ”

"But is this thing reliable?"

"It should be reliable, it was given to me by Ma's. She said that there are many people in the palace today, and it is a good time to start. The more people handle the food, the less likely it is to be noticed. ”

"Isn't it harder to start with a lot of people? What if someone sees it? "Minghuan doesn't feel right, after all, if he is found out, he may lose his life.

Su Shi said: "You just need to be smart." You go and help with the stuff, and no one will notice you. Minghuan, success or failure is today, since you know, you must help me do it. You're twenty years old this year, and if you can help me do this, I'll let you out of the house, and reward you with some dowry, so that you can find someone to marry and live, okay? ”

Minghuan clutched his skirt tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay." Madame, you have always treated me well, and I should do something to repay you. ”