"When I left the Warm Pavilion, you were still here. Now that I have returned, I have fallen behind you. ”

Su Qingji's gaze swept over Yang Minhui, who was hiding behind everyone, and fell on Tang Yanyu's maid Hongsi.

"What did you do just now, and from whose room did you come from, and how did you throw your master aside?" Su Qingji threw out three questions in a row, and the red silk sweated on her forehead, and she was speechless for a while.

The ladies of the family who were attracted by the screams of the red silk also noticed that something was wrong.

This red silk, as the personal maid of the little county lord Tang Yanyu, should not leave the master and run away alone under any circumstances.

He deserves to be punished. Most of the girls thought so in their hearts.

Until the matter of the painting is clarified, they should not be provoked to assert it. They were a little annoyed.

The young lady of the family was already observing the people around her, and who spoke the first sentence just now.

Yang Minhui, who was weak-hearted, glanced nervously at Hongsi, not wanting Hongsi's gaze to be on her.

The eyes of the two collided, and Yang Minhui hurriedly took a step back, but accidentally bumped into another girl behind her.

"Minhui, I saw Yan ...... earlier," the girl was speaking in displeasure, and someone came from the corridor.

The female officer led a maid and walked quickly.

Su Qingji recognized that it was the maid who collided with him in the attic.

"It was this guest who hit the slave. The slave maid was the painting of the young master who lost it at that time. ”

She heard the maid say so.

The other girls on Su Qingji's side hurriedly distanced themselves from her as if they were avoiding a disaster. It was as if standing next to her would be implicated.

There were also one or two who still dared to speak out, but what they said was implicit: "Fang Cai, I saw this side concubine coming from the attic." ”

"I saw her go to hand in the paintings, and she was the only one with the veil."

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boudoir girls are the most likely to swing.

Obviously, they had been annoyed by their instability a moment ago, and at this moment, they invariably blamed Su Qingji.

Everyone said a word, as if they had all witnessed Su Qingji commit an unforgivable crime.

In this chaotic situation, there was a slightly older lady who took the initiative to stand up and be the one who presided over "justice".

She smiled and persuaded Su Qingji: "There are so many of us, we won't wronged you." The eldest princess will not. We sent you to the eldest princess to plead guilty. ”

The former sentence says that it will not be wronged, but the latter sentence directly condemns the nature of the crime.

Only those who are guilty need to be pleaded guilty to. Not only did they not give Su Qingji a chance to argue, but they also had to act as good people.

They know each other's little ninety-nine.

At today's banquet, what attracts everyone the most is not the reward of the eldest princess, but the son of the eldest princess, Zhao Zhaogongzi, who will personally evaluate the painting.

Zhao Zhao Gongzi is famous in the capital, and he is the dream man of thousands of boudoir girls. There was only one leader, and the others were originally destined not to get the attention of Zhao Zhaogongzi.

But now, the opportunity to vent for Zhao Zhaogongzi is in front of him, who doesn't want to seize it?

Therefore, when the eldest princess closed her eyes and asked, "What else", the girls who came around Su Qingji looked at each other, and their eyes were eager to try.

Chu Jinyi said that he witnessed Concubine Su leaving from the grandmother who had crossed the painting. The first to speak was Jing Xi, the queen of Pingning Houyan.

Su Qingji had seen her at close range once when she was not married, and her style when playing polo was the same.

"When I went to the Marquis Wending's Mansion as a guest, I saw the paintings of Concubine Su. Her paintings are not at all comparable to those of Zhao Zhaogongzi. She couldn't get the leader herself. ”

This is my sister's handkerchief handed over to Zhao Ruyi.

Su Qingji did not miss the name Zhao Zhao. The girls tried their best to identify her, and she understood that this was another white moonlight on the hearts of others.

went out twice, either hurting the people on the tip of King Kang's heart, or hurting the people on the tip of the heart of these Yunying girls.

I'm afraid that I will be in harmony with the white moonlight. Su Qingji thought self-deprecatingly.

She waited for the scrambling girls to speak all over before she finally spoke: "The concubine has never changed the painting. The painting of the concubine is stamped with such a seal on the back. ”

Su Qingji took out a small seal from his sleeve. She covered her palm and held it up to show the female officer.

When she handed in the painting, she deliberately checked the traces of this seal.

The girls also went to see it.

Su Qingji's white and tender palm is imprinted with a small and lovely red date, which makes people can't help but marvel at the uniqueness of this seal.

It is precisely because of its uniqueness that no one can say that Su Qingji is talking nonsense.

No one who wants to be stiff will leave such a distinctive mark on his works.

"On the back of the scroll we participated in, there was no such stamp pattern." People who are good at polo naturally have excellent eyesight.

Wang Jingxi glanced at the stacked scrolls in front of the eldest princess, and was sure to be authentic.

Because Su Qingji's confession was too powerful, the girls who were a little scornful immediately rekindled their hopes.

Unfortunately, they were soon disappointed.

The maid who identified Su Qingji went out and came over with three or four painting scrolls. It was only when I opened the second volume that I found the scroll that should have the seal of red dates.

The girls felt a little embarrassed.

Wang Jingxi looked at Su Qingji's eyes full of complaints: "Since there is a seal, why didn't you say it before?"

Su Qingji looked back at the other party.

Just as Wang Jingxi smiled earlier and persuaded her to plead guilty, Su Qingji gently hooked the corners of her lips and said with a smile: "I believe that there are so many people in you who will not wronged me." ”

Exactly the same words, returned it.

Wang Jingxi suddenly felt as if he had been choked by the neck, and he was speechless.

She had used such a look before to gently and generously persuade Su Qingji to confess.

Now, it was Su Qingji's turn to explain to her gently and considerately.

The rest of the people felt as if they had been crushed by a stone in their chest.

What made them even more uncomfortable was that Su Qingji seemed to be really just answering Wang Jingxi's question, and she didn't even give them a look.

Su Qingji's eyes followed his paintings.

She saw that the grandmother beside the eldest princess was opening her painting.

The grandmother's expression suddenly changed, and she threw the painting that was only half unfolded in front of Su Qingji.

"This is your painting?"

Su Qingji picked up the painting, and she carefully confirmed that the seal on the painting scroll was indeed her own.

She turned the scroll again.

At the beginning of the painting axis, it is not Su Qingji's painting, but a charming and enthusiastic love poem.

It turns out that the storm is waiting here.

It's really a handkerchief that has been with her for many years.

Even the handwriting is so vividly imitated. Su Qingji even suspected that the painting he checked at his grandmother's place before was the work of someone else who had been replaced.

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"You are the Marquis of Wending who knelt outside the queen's palace for four hours a few days ago?"

After the eldest princess heard Mama's report, she opened her eyes. Her eyes were sharp, as if she was about to pierce Su Qingji.

When the girls heard the eldest princess's sentence, they all laughed.

Anyone can tell that this is not a real question, but a disposition full of malice, ridicule, and ridicule.

The eldest princess not only did not save half of Su Qingji's face, but also stripped her of her gorgeous identities such as King Kang's side concubine and named concubine.

Someone smiled and bent his eyebrows, and then was stuffed between his lips and teeth by his companion who also smiled with a smile in his eyes.

Even if he held back his laughter, those gloating eyes were cast on Su Qingji's body.