Nine Kings' Mansion.

The lights are brilliant.

Zhu'er was standing at the door with a lantern, looking forward to it, and finally brought Mo Dong'er back.

"Princess, you are back. Come in quickly, you're still hungry after a busy day's work, right? ”

Mo Dong'er hugged the small box in her arms and did not speak.

"Princess? What's wrong? You come in first. ”

The little girl entered the house obediently and skillfully.

In the Nine Kings' Mansion, there are also some people who can observe words and expressions, and when they saw the little girl looking so low, they immediately asked.

"Princess, what's wrong with you? But what grievances did you suffer in the palace? ”

The little girl shook her head.

"Is there something that doesn't make you happy?"

The little girl pursed her mouth.

"Really?"

"Which one is not long-eyed, just say it, say it, we will call the master and avenge you!"

"Yes, princess, you can say anything."

"There's no ...... that can't be settled"

“……”

Zhu'er couldn't help but shake her head, and when the lantern in her hand swayed, Zhu'er caught a glimpse of the small box in Mo Dong'er's hand, and couldn't help asking, "What are you holding here?" ”

The little girl hung her head and whispered, "Father Cuihua." ”

Zhu'er didn't hear clearly, and tilted her head to the little girl's side, "What?" ”

"It's Grandpa Cuihua." Mo Dong'er sniffed, "Zhu'er, Cuihua's father-in-law is gone." ”

On the tree not far away, a black shadow fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Gone? You, what do you mean by that? ”

Mo Dong'er pursed her mouth, and the little girl's emotions that had been suppressed all day suddenly exploded, and she said straight to the black shadow: "Father Cuihua is dead!" ”

He's dead?

Yan Yi couldn't help but take two steps back.

Obviously, he was still alive when he was out of the palace that day, why is he dead now?

The tip of the little girl's nose was slightly red, and she tightened the box in her arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect him well." ”

Yan Yi's throat rolled up and down, and he didn't know how long he stood in a daze before he took two steps forward, walked to Mo Dong'er statically, and stretched out his hand at Mo Dong'er.

It seems that it is the appearance of the box in Mo Dong'er's arms.

Mo Dong'er didn't give it.

"The emperor said that he would be buried thickly, but I thought that in that pickled land, Cuihua Gonggong must not be willing to stay longer."

"I'll bring Grandpa Cuihua back." The little girl raised a pair of wet eyes, "You say, if you send Grandpa Cuihua back to his hometown, will he be a little happier?" ”

Yan Yi still stretched out his hand at the little girl, pursed his thin lips slightly, and then said: "Those villagers are not good things, and Cuihua Gonggong may not like it." ”

His voice was clear, and he was a little hoarse that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Mo Dong'er was stunned at first, and then a pair of phoenix eyes dimmed, "How about that?" ”

"Give it to me."

The little girl hugged the little box tighter like a child protecting her beloved things.

"Father-in-law Cuihua likes the big locust tree in the suburbs of Beijing the most." Yan paused and said: "Although he only saw it on the day he entered Beijing, he hoped that when he got old, he could be buried under the big locust tree." ”

"Give it to me, I'll bury him tomorrow."

The little girl with red phoenix eyes held her head high, "Let's go together." ”

Yan didn't change his face, "You are the Ninth Princess, you should know what you should do." They're not going to rest on their laurels. ”

Indeed, among the few people present, only Yan Yiyi was immersed in the deep palace all year round. When it comes to the harem, no one is indeed more familiar than Yan Yi.

Mo Dong'er didn't understand, she lowered her head and stared at the small box for a long time, then she reluctantly stretched out her hand and put the box in her arms on Yan's hand.

"Thank you for bringing him back."

When the words fell, Yan Yi disappeared like a black shadow in the mouth of the red bean.

"Princess, he has always been this lukewarm, you, don't go to your heart." Yan Ba watched Yan Yi leave, and he really didn't know what to say, so he just explained dryly, and then there was no follow-up.

"It's okay. Even if he blames me, he should blame me. Blame me for not being able to protect you. ”

Nine Kings' Mansion, the candle flame of Shen Huiju, swayed all night.

Early the next morning, as Yan Yi said, the people in the palace were not willing to give up.

Early in the morning, someone came to the door.

It's just that Mo Dong'er didn't expect that what she got in her hand this morning was actually the post of the East Palace.

Unexpectedly, before I had time to read this post, the holy decree was sent to the Nine Kings' Mansion.

Mo Chuchu, the second daughter of Mofu, married to the East Palace in the name of Chongxi. Feng Mo side concubine.

Before her father-in-law finished reciting this holy decree, Mo Dong'er suddenly got up from the ground, "Sick!" ”

Father-in-law Yu choked hard.

"Bold! What kind of system is it to speak wildly! ”

After Yu's father-in-law finished yelling, he couldn't help but look around behind him, and saw that everyone behind him lowered their heads and was silent, took two steps forward with the holy decree in his hand, and whispered: "Princess, what are you...... How about saving some face for the emperor, aren't you? ”

"If you promise, this concubine won't break her word, you don't have to make these things, it's disgusting."

Father-in-law Yu also knew that the emperor was not doing this authentically, but the master's will, he was a slave, so he had to do it, right?

"Princess Niangniang, take the order."

Father-in-law Yu approached the little girl again, and said in a low voice: "After all, you have no close relationship with Miss Mo Er, with Miss Mo Er in front, your identity is easy to hide, isn't it?" ”

"Niangniang, this is the emperor's hard work."

Mo Dong'er said, "Bitter fart." I almost blurted it out.

The little girl raised her phoenix eyes lazily.

Although Father-in-law Yu's words were like a fart in Mo Dong'er's eyes, there was indeed a sentence that hit the little girl.

She really couldn't expose Zhu'er for the prince. It's better to let that Mo Chuchu marry in the name of Chongxi, so that even if the prince is good, there are traces to follow.

What's more, Mo Chuchu's sachet of makeup, she has never forgotten. Since they did it first, she couldn't be guilty of being such a compassionate bodhisattva.

Is it a wolf's den or a fire pit ahead, you have to let Mo Chuchu jump by himself, right?

"Concubine Ben knows, you can go back."

"Niangniang, our family is leaving."

Seeing that Father-in-law Yu was gone, Mo Dong'er's eyes became colder, "Go and check, who couldn't hold back last night?" ”

"Yes."

was only busy for a morning, and the emperor was willing to help her cover up, so Mo Dong'er was also relieved.

The gilded post handed over by the East Palace was also for the crown prince's concubine.

At this time, Mo Dong'er was not in a hurry to treat the prince. As for that Mo Chuchu, even if Chong Xi got a little good, he was just a side concubine.

The little grandson is still in the belly of the crown princess, and he can't go beyond the city.

The Nine Kings' Mansion was quiet, and everyone was able to perform their own duties, and they all went to work.

The news of Liuli Pavilion was extremely fast, and it didn't take much effort for the news in the palace to be delivered to Mo Dong'er last night.

The name of Concubine Xian Niangniang appeared directly above the rice paper.

It's a good calculation.

Mo Dong'er only glanced at the paper, and then threw it away irritably.

Zhu'er, who was handling the medicinal herbs on the side, raised her eyebrows, stood up, washed her hands, and bent down to pick up the paper.

"Yo! Princess, how did you say that the five princes looked down on Mo Chuchu? ”

The little girl frowned, "It's nothing more than some tricks of the little daughter's family." ”

Zhu'er laughed, "Mo Chuchu can't do anything else, hook up with the powerful, but one hook is accurate." ”

"Bamboo." As if she suddenly remembered something, Mo Dong'er leaned closer to Zhu'er's side, and said mysteriously: "She didn't guard the palace sand." ”

"How do you know?"

"I saw it." The little girl was serious, "In Mofu, when she was tearing up with Mo Luobei, I saw it with my own eyes." ”

"Marrying into the palace, but they all have to be checked at all levels, without guarding the palace sand, how can she marry into the East Palace?"

"And those rules?"

Zhu'er couldn't help but roll her eyes, "That is, you were in a hurry to get married at that time, so you saved such messy rules." I've heard people say that a girl who marries into the royal family will start learning some etiquette a month before she gets married. ”

"Fortunately, I got married in a hurry." Mo Dong'er couldn't help but mutter.

Suddenly, Mo Dong'er, who was lazy against the wall, sat up straight, "You say, what way will Mo Chuchu hide from those grandmothers?" ”

"It's nothing more than a buy."

Zhu'er shook the paper in her hand with a nonchalant expression, "Princess, what should you do with this person?" ”

"I don't want my baby son to marry Mo Chuchu, so I pushed the girl to a half-dead person, and she couldn't think of it."

"It was she who hurt Grandpa Cuihua." Mo Dong'er stood up, her eyes slightly cold, "Zhu'er, I know you don't like to see people die, and at that time, you don't have to blame me." ”

"Princess?"

But Mo Dong'er stepped out of the small pharmacy with her hands behind her back, and her pace was slightly faster, as if she was afraid that the people behind her would catch up.

Zhu'er couldn't help but sigh.

When the master does something, he has to report to the maid, and the master of their family is afraid that it is the first one.

Lowering his head and slowly picking up the herbs from the little girl's Huo Huo, picking them up, Zhu'er stared at himself and didn't move with his hands.

If you cut the onion roots, you are white and slender, I don't know how many lives have been saved on these hands.

But are there less blood on these hands?

The divine doctor Qingzhu, the flesh and bones of the living dead.

In the early summer of the glaze, the Hell Rakshasa was reincarnated.

But my body is clean, isn't it because you shelter me from the wind and rain?

If she hadn't been picked up by the young lady who couldn't protect herself, she would have frozen to death and starved to death on the street, how could she be blessed to be this miracle doctor?

How can you have the ability to set a rule that you don't see blood?

My young lady, I don't like this family to be careless about human life, and I can't see the living life disappear before my eyes. But you're different, if you want to kill someone, just let me know.

I'm glad to hand over the knife.

I'm afraid I'll stain your hands.