Unconsciously, it has reached the twelfth day of the first lunar month, since Zhaohua left, Xianyang Palace has become a little deserted for a while, Shuang Ningqin couldn't help but rub her hands, and the white gas coming out of her mouth was clearly visible.

She instructed her subordinates to come in with a few more pots of charcoal, only to feel that this hall was not as cold as it was just now.

"Niangniang, the night is cold and dewy, the slave maid will go and boil some ginger and red date soup for you, so you can go to the cold." An older grandmother put a slightly thicker cloak on her and said in a deep voice.

"Well, that's fine." Frost Ningqin responded weakly, and her eyes were a little lonely.

Since the death of her confidant Mama Qiao for the baby exchange, there is no one around her who can talk to her heart. She looked up at the empty dormitory and sighed faintly.

Under the curtain of the outer hall, there was a person standing at this moment, his ghostly figure hidden in the shadow of the red lacquer pillar, his eyes staring directly at the frost condensation in front of him.

The night was thicker, the cold wind was raging, and the young lady was holding the tray in one hand and carefully protecting the white jade bowl in the tray with the other.

Suddenly, there was a cold wind, the sky was dark and gloomy, and the moonlight, which was not too bright, was obscured by thick clouds, and only the road under his feet could be vaguely seen.

The young grandmother was extremely cautious in her steps, afraid of spilling the hot soup in the white jade bowl, and walked to the cobblestone path not far from the front of the hall, when something suddenly stirred under her feet, and she stumbled and almost threw the tray in her hand.

"Oops," she exclaimed, but luckily she didn't let the tray fly out like that, and when she looked down, it was the dim light that tripped over what she was.

Then he turned around and carefully placed the tray in his hand on the long stone bench nearby, and then went back to carefully inspect the things on the ground.

It turned out to be a hairpin, the hairpin was very exquisite, the slender hairpin body was stuck in the stone crack, but the hairpin head in the shape of a phoenix flower protruded out of the stone road, which mixed her up.

Just when the grandmother and Jin Hai were "fighting", a black shadow silently appeared in the bushes, and quickly poured some powder into the white jade bowl, and the powder instantly merged with the hot scalding.

The young mother pulled out her hairpin and hurriedly stuffed it into her arms. In her spare time, she went through all the beads and hairpins in the first concubine's jewelry box, and confirmed that it was not something from the frost condensation qin, so she grinned and went back to the stone bench and picked up the tray.

I don't know who dropped it, and it happened to be cheaper for her. The mother was complacent in her heart, and couldn't help humming a little tune.

"Niangniang, the soup is here." Mama handed Wan to the frost condensation on the edge of the bed, and she took the tray and retreated, and put down all the curtains in the inner hall as she left.

Shuang Ningqin picked up the still steaming soup bowl and drank the ginger and red date soup one by one, only then did she feel that her limbs were not as cold as they were just now.

She yawned softly, got up and blew out a few candles on the edge of the bed, and then lay back on the couch and closed her eyes.

Falling asleep, feeling the burning pain in her stomach like fire, and it was getting worse, she struggled to get up, clutching her abdomen tightly, cold sweat on her forehead.

"Someone, someone, ah, it's hurting to death in the palace, someone!" The pain in her stomach surged like a tidal wave, as if someone was using the burning red scissors to wring her internal organs.

When all the palace people hurried in, what they saw was the terrifying death of the frost condensation qin.

People were so frightened that they scattered, some went to ask for a doctor, and some went to the Xuande Hall in Bei'an Huang to report to Lan Miyun's Fengxia Palace, and for a while, the news of the murder of the first concubine was well known.

Almost at the same time, Bei Anhuang and Lan Miyun and the concubines of the various palaces who heard the news all rushed to the Xianyang Palace where the incident occurred, and several imperial doctors who arrived in advance had already completed the examination and determined that the first concubine was poisoned and died.

When Bei Anhuang heard this, he was immediately furious, Princess Zhaohua had only been married for a few days, and her mother was poisoned to death in the well-guarded dormitory.

He immediately ordered a thorough investigation of the matter, and he must not let the poisoner go unpunished.

The concubines present couldn't help but feel uneasy when they saw the first concubine's angry eyes and deadly appearance.

Although the first concubine is usually a little irritable, she has always gotten along well with the sisters, and she has not had any conflicts or discord with anyone, why was she poisoned so suddenly, everyone speculated, and really felt that her death was very strange.

This night, the people in the palace were panicked, and Shen Fengyi, who was outside the palace, also fought at night, sitting calmly in the Taishi's chair and looking at the candle flame swaying back and forth, as if waiting for something?

On the dry and strange old locust tree in the courtyard, a simple bird's nest was built at some point, and if you look closely, the row of small black heads in the nest turned out to be the little cubs under the crow.

The carved door of the study was pushed open with a "squeak", and Xie Yu, who was covered with a black scarf, knelt on one knee, bringing the expected good news.

"Master, the one in the palace is already there." She pulled down her towel and made a "click" motion towards her neck.

Shen Fengyi looked at the candle flame for a long time, then lowered his head, slowly picked up the cup on the table, and there was a faint smile on his thick lips.

"Let's do it!" He said indifferently, his eyes swept over the black-clothed explanation.

The clever and agile explanation was ordered, and he immediately got up, and disappeared into the thick black sky with a wheez.

In the narrow alley between the two streets of the Bachelor's Mansion, two people stood against the wall, all of them wearing uniform black night clothes, and their faces were also covered with black scarves, and they seemed to have merged with the night that could not be reached.

Suddenly, another dark shadow flashed, and the man came to them. After the three of them exchanged gestures, they lifted their breath and went up to the wall.

Tian Cui on the kang head of the ear room slept very deeply, and the deep and shallow, long and short snoring sounds came and went, and he didn't notice the extra figures in the room at all.

The knife fell, and the snoring instantly disappeared. A black shadow flashed out of the room, leaving only a corpse on the kang.

Concubine Yi in the main room also slept very hard, and she could still be heard talking in her dreams from time to time in the quiet night, but Ling Shuirong beside her was a little shallow because her daughter was preoccupied with marrying far away.

Two black shadows flashed in, and the eyeballs covered by her eyelids rolled twice, and just as she opened her eyes in a daze, what Huo Ran saw was a bright dagger on her head.

She instinctively turned her head sideways, and she was able to dodge the thrilling knife, but Yi Concubine next to her was not so lucky, and at the moment when she turned her head, another dagger had been deeply inserted into Yi Concubine's chest.

"Ahh Ling Shuirong exclaimed, she had already gotten up and jumped to the ground in a dodge, the two men in black obviously didn't expect her to wake up at this moment, and she also dodged the knife just now. One of them then turned around, and with a grappling hand, she was instantly subdued, and the knife fell from her hand, and Ling Shuirong's throat was already bleeding like a pillar, whining and mourning. (To be continued.) )