Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Zitong followed Ah Shui into the Splendid Pavilion where the fourth lady and Concubine Jin lived for the first time.

The fourth lady, Concubine Jin, was reclining on the soft couch, her eyes showed a little grievance, and when she saw the green jade bowl in Zitong's hand, she couldn't help but burst into tears: "Big brother, can I not drink it." ”

Ah Shui said helplessly: "No." ”

Concubine Jin was like a pear flower with rain, and begged bitterly: "Big brother, I beg you." ”

Zitong stood aside, quietly watching this scene, couldn't help but feel very sympathetic to Concubine Jin, and then looked at the soup in the bowl, frowning secretly, what the hell is this? Why did the Sixth Prince force a few ladies to drink this thing? Last time, Concubine Ru was also forced to drink it!

Glancing at Concubine Jin, Zitong suddenly had an idea in her heart.

Ah Shui walked in front of Zitong expressionlessly, wanting to take the medicine bowl, but at this time, Zitong pretended to miss his hand, and the medicine bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

At this time, Haotian actually came to the Splendid Pavilion and happened to see this scene.

Ah Shui's face changed greatly, and he knelt on the ground: "Subordinates should be damned!" ”

Zitong stood for a while, and then knelt down, "It's the slave's fault, I accidentally lost my hand." ”

Haotian raised his head unexpectedly, and his eyes were gloomy and unpredictable: "Lost your hand?!" It doesn't matter, you go down and get another bowl, the fourth lady must take this medicine, if the second bowl is bad again, Zitong, today next year will become your death day! ”

Zi Tong saw that the fourth lady still drank the disgusting decoction, and she couldn't help but sigh with emotion in her heart!

It was so hot that the nearby plantains rolled up their leaves.

It was early afternoon, and Zitong was drowsy in the house.

The maidservant Xiaohong opened the bead curtain, walked in from the outside, and said mysteriously: "I passed by the Ruyi Pavilion just now, and I heard someone say that the Aromatic Pavilion is haunted, saying that the third lady is unwilling to die so miserably, and wants to find someone to take revenge, what he said is the same as the truth." ”

Xiaocao frowned and said: "I know that the prince hates people the most and says these nonsensical words, but you still say it!" ”

Xiaohong smiled and came to Zitong's side: "You were the first to find the body of the third lady, were you afraid at that time?" ”

Zitong's eyes immediately appeared in front of the third lady's appearance that day, and hurriedly said: "Don't mention this matter again, I don't want to dream of the third lady at night." ”

Xiaohong smiled maliciously: "Perhaps, the third lady will tell you in a dream who killed her." ”

Zitong glanced at her: "This is our prince's housework, and the third lady is also looking for him to drag her dreams, so I can't take my turn!" ”

Xiaocao saw that Zitong had been sullen all the time, and asked, "I was punished again yesterday?" ”

Zi Tong nodded listlessly: "The sixth prince corrected the excerpt and asked me to study ink for him, and the strength was a little greater, and the ink splashed out of the inkstone." ”

Xiaohong's eyes widened: "Did it splash on the fold?" ”

Zitong nodded and said, "And the prince's face." ”

Xiaohong immediately forgot about the third lady, and all her attention was on Zitong being punished again, and looked at her in surprise: "This is amazing, how can the prince punish you?" ”

Zi Tong sighed and said, "I have been grinding ink for seven or eight hours, and my right hand still can't move!" ”

Xiaohong looked at her sympathetically: "What about later?" ”

Zi Tong said weakly: "The prince said that in the future, I will never spill the ink when I study the ink." ”

Xiaocao smiled: "Zitong, don't bother, in my opinion, this punishment can be described as a light punishment, if it is replaced by other people, I don't know what will happen!" ”

Xiaohong agreed: "Actually, the prince is not bad to you, and I think that since you came to the seclusion house, the prince's temper has improved a lot!" Not as harsh as it used to be. ”

Xiaocao echoed casually: "Yes, in the past, I, Xiaohong and Ah Fu would always be scolded from time to time, but now it's not, the prince rarely punishes us!" ”

Zitong couldn't cry or laugh: "I rarely punish you now, because all the punishment falls on my head alone." ”

As soon as the words fell, someone laughed loudly: "Who put all the punishment on you?" Haoyue and Haotian walked in from outside.

When a word came out, no one responded, Zitong looked up and saw that everyone was looking at her, there was no way, and said in a low voice: "The slaves and maids didn't say anything." ”

Haotian's thick eyebrows rose, and his dark eyes were slightly sarcastic: "It seems that you have a lot of opinions about this king!" ”

Zitong looked away as if he didn't see it, and said in his heart: You can say whatever you like, I don't echo, can't you hide if you can't provoke it?

Seeing that Zitong was silent, Haotian snorted coldly: "Ah Fu, you bring the Buddhist scriptures given by Master Jinguang." ”

Ah Fu took down a stack of scripture books from the bookshelf and placed them in front of Haotian silently.

Haotian flipped through the scriptures and said: "These are the treasures of Buddhism, which can make people self-cultivation and remove anger, this king has benefited a lot after reading it, and has the heart to promote Buddhism, Zitong" Zitong wondered in her heart, what does this have to do with her? After a pause, Haotian said again: "Zitong, only you know a few words in this quiet dwelling, so you can write ten sets of these ten scriptures and scrolls for this king in ten days!" ”

Zitong's little face fell: "But what is the anger on the slave maid?" ”

Haotian's eyes squinted: "Why don't you want to cultivate yourself?" ”

Zitong had a bitter face: "The slave didn't say that." ”

A smile appeared on Haotian's lips, "Then what are you waiting for, don't you copy it yet?" ”

Zitong responded listlessly, and stepped forward to hold those scriptures in his arms one by one: "Slave maid, go now." ”

Haoyue saw it in her eyes and felt that it was interesting, and suddenly said: "Zitong, do you know what the last trick of the forbearance word recipe is?" If you can't bear it, you don't need to endure it anymore. ”

Zitong is even more miserable, there is another one to watch lively!

The night was dark, everyone else was sleeping, and Zitong was still tirelessly copying the scriptures: "Bodhisattva generosity, wait for the remembrance of relatives, do not remember the old evils, do not hate people with Mahayana hearts, help everything, are willing to represent all sentient beings, suffer immeasurable suffering, all sentient beings today, after all, the great cause is to cultivate all good dharma with the original self, no one, no sentient beings, and no longevity."

His wrist hurt so much that he could barely hold the pen, Zi Tong looked up to the sky and sighed: "Save the Buddha who is suffering and save the suffering, what you have to do now is to help poor Zi Tong get rid of the clutches of the six princes!" What a murderer! As long as it makes me feel like I'm out of here! Let's let others do what is unfair and uphold justice! ”

Zitong hung her head on the bookcase, not wanting to move, she was sleepy, tired and hungry, and finally she couldn't resist the torture of hunger, so she decided to go to the dining room to see if she could find some food.

Late at night, the palace was quiet, coming out of the dining room, Zitong planned to forget those scriptures and go back to the room to sleep well, at this moment, she unexpectedly found a figure flickering in front of the overlapping shadows of the trees.

Zitong is so strange, who else doesn't sleep so late? Isn't that the direction that the man is going is the Aromatic Pavilion! Suddenly, Zitong suddenly fell asleep, and remembered that Xiaohong had talked about the haunting of the Aromatic Pavilion.

Zitong followed quietly, because it was far away and the night was dark, she couldn't even tell whether the person was a man or a woman.

When that person flashed into the Aromatic Pavilion, Zi Tong's heart was suspicious, the Sixth Prince had already issued a ban and did not allow anyone to enter the Aromatic Pavilion, how could the people in the mansion dare to disobey? Or, is there really a ghost in the world, is it really the ghost of the third lady? However, how can ghosts have shadows under the moon? Could it be that someone is pretending to be a ghost? If this is the case, then what does this person have to do with the death of the third lady?

After thinking about it for a while, Zitong decided to find out.

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