Fang Baobao, who was almost crazy, was taken down, but the hysterical laughter still echoed in the hall, with infectious sadness, and the room was silent.

"Your Majesty, now that the matter has been ascertained, Chunxiang, a palace man from Yangjing Palace, deliberately designed to blame for jealousy, hatred, and laughter, and now that the suspect has been executed, this matter can also be over."

After the chaos passed, Ji Yingxue stepped forward, with Fang Baobao, who had messy makeup before, as a foil, and her demeanor was even more beautiful: "At today's dinner, the concubine left Lan Xin alone in Yichun Palace, and I don't know if she slept at this time." A few days ago, she talked to her concubines from time to time that she hadn't seen the emperor for a few days, and if it was late today, why didn't the emperor go to the concubines to rest? ”

"Concubine Niangniang said this earlier." Mo Yu helped Xixiao to the chair on the side, coaxed her to sit down, and then intercepted Ji Yingxue's words, "Liuli was shocked that Fang Cairen's matter was clarified, but Fang Cairen's miscarriage is not so simple. ”

Ji Yingxue's heart jumped, and she quickly suppressed the uneasiness that surged in her heart, and a touch of doubt appeared on her beautiful face: "Where did the prince start with this?" Could it be that there are other reasons for miscarriage? ”

"Exactly."

Mo Yu's words pulled the people who were originally relieved and just waiting to return home.

"Why did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince say this?" Mo Xiaofan asked out loud.

"This palace wants to ask all the imperial doctors, can there be someone left in the imperial hospital tonight?" Mo Yu did not answer the rhetorical question.

"Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, there is a special person left behind at the hospital at night, and there is also a doctor on duty." Imperial Physician Chen replied aloud, feeling puzzled again, so he asked, "I wonder why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came here to ask?" ”

"That's weird." Without waiting for Mo Yu to answer, Sheng Rui's voice interjected, "This king remembers that after the people were frightened at that time, Concubine Shu sent someone to ask the Tai Hospital to invite the Tai Doctor to come and check the pulse. ”

"Back to the prince's words, it was the pulse of Ning Cairen who came to the lower officials to diagnose it, and at that time, the dragon fetus had died in Fang Cairen's womb, and he could only drink medicine and fall."

"That's even more bizarre." Sheng Rui looked at Mo Chenfeng and hooked the corners of his lips, but said more.

"Prince, you say." Mo Chenfeng glanced at Sheng Rui with a cold expression, as if nothing could make him change his face.

"Your Majesty, before the people were frightened, there was a pain in the abdomen at the dinner." Mo Yu pointed at Imperial Physician Chen and said, "Concubine Shuniang sent someone to ask for a imperial doctor for this purpose, but when the servant came back, she said that there was no one on duty in the imperial hospital. After that, the people wanted to go back to the palace to rest, but they were frightened. ”

Imperial Physician Chen knelt on the ground with a "plop", and there was panic and anger in his voice: "Please let the emperor know, Weichen is wronged." Wechen has been staying in the Tai Hospital and has never gone out, which can be proved by the Tai Doctor on duty, if someone goes to the Tai Hospital to seek a doctor, Wechen will definitely know. ”

"Then according to Doctor Chen, no one has ever been to the Tai Hospital?"

"That's exactly what Xia Guan meant."

"Concubine Shuniang, this person was sent by you, and when you came back to say that there was no one in the Tai Hospital, it was also your order to return it, and now Tai Doctor Chen said that the person you sent had never been to the Tai Hospital. I don't know what you have to say, Lady Niangniang? ”

"Your Majesty, the person was indeed sent out by the concubine, but at that time, the stomach pain was unbearable, and the concubine was in a hurry for a while, and she didn't see clearly who the slave who received the order was. Later, fortunately, Fang Cai was fine, and he said that he didn't need to ask for a doctor, but the servant replied that there was no one in the hospital, and the concubine thought that there was no need for a doctor, so she didn't think about it deeply. It's a little strange to think about it now. Ji Yingxue put on an innocent face for herself.

The candle in the lamp had burned to the bottom, and the sound of "crackling" burst open, as if arguing for someone.

Xixiao got up lightly and wanted to change the candle in the lamp, but found that someone was one step ahead of her, a thin teenager.

After turning on the glass cover of the lamp, Lan Chengyi suddenly remembered that this was not a hospital, and he didn't know where the replacement candle was. Looking around blankly, a little girl with a pair of big watery eyes smiled at him nearby.

In the candlelight silhouette, the young man's side face is immature and delicate, with a purity that no one else in the palace has, just like the warm lotus of the past.

The night is especially long in winter, and the light and warmth are more and more precious, like a candle that is about to burn out in a lamp.

What has been lost and what is destined to be lost is always precious.

Xixiao pointed to the drawer under the lampshade to Lan Chengyi, the young man understood, took out a new candle and replaced it, the light jumped up, and then jolted for a while, before it calmed down.

The boy smiled back.

Xixiao saw a small pear vortex on his face, which was not obvious, but it could not be ignored, just like the existence of this teenager.

The extinguished candles still have light, and some of the newly lit candles are only bright, and there is no major change, at least this change is not enough to affect the undercurrent between the few big people who are close by.

"After so many years, this king found out that Concubine Shuniang is the most interesting person in this palace. For Ning Cairen's abdominal pain, he was so anxious that he didn't even look at anyone, but the imperial doctor didn't invite him, and the talented person who was pregnant with the dragon heir took advantage of the night to go back to the palace, and the lady concubine didn't even allocate a guard to protect her, she was really a sister in the palace, and she was happy and distressed with soft needles. "Sheng Rui has always been unscrupulous when he speaks.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is guilty."

"It's not too late for Lady Niangniang to say this later." Mo Yu's voice was clear, and he smiled gently, "At the dinner, the palace found something, which may explain Fang Cairen's sudden abdominal pain and the frightened miscarriage afterwards. ”

Ji Yingxue's eyelids jumped slightly when she heard Mo Yu's words, and a trace of worry quickly flashed between her eyebrows, every thing that happened tonight was beyond her control, and now since Mo Yu dared to present things in front of the emperor, I am afraid that she was prepared.

Ji Yingxue was thinking about the way back, and Mo Yu over there had already asked people to present things.

"Imperial Doctor Chen, please take a look at what this is."

Imperial Physician Chen stepped forward as he said, stretched out his hand and picked out a piece of spice that had not yet burned out, put it under his nose and smelled it, then dipped some ashes with his index finger, twisted it with his thumb, and touched the tip of his tongue to taste it.

"Your Majesty, this is a spice made of musk."

"Impossible!" Ji Yingxue's face was full of shock and disbelief, "How can this be musk?" The smell of musk is strong, I have never been used to smelling it, but this aroma is fresh, tranquil and long-lasting, and it does not feel greasy, how can it be musk? ”

"If you go back to Niangniang, if the general musk is indeed as Niangniang said, the fragrance is strong. But this incense is musk and not musk. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Sheng Rui came to be interested.

"Back to the prince, musk is the secretion of the glandular sac between the three inches below the navel of the male musk, and the general musk has a special aroma, rich with some bitterness, which can be used for medicinal purposes. It is recorded in the "Compendium of Materia Medica" that the cover musk can pass through the disadvantages of the tricks and open the meridians. If it is made into spices, it is only used as one of the raw materials. This spice is different, it is mainly musk, which is mixed with musk blood, Xia Guan tasted it, the spicy and bitter taste of musk is transmitted backwards along the tongue is obvious, but Xia Guan Yu is only slightly involved in the incense making side, I don't know how the taste of this musk is covered, but Xia Guan can be sure that this is musk undoubtedly. ”

"It's okay, if you don't know, Concubine Shu can tell you."

"Lord Zhaoyang, please be careful." Ji Yingxue opened her mouth, her tone was choked with forbearance, this kind of desire to cry has to pretend to be strong and match her tearful eyes, a pool of spring water rippling, it really teaches people to feel sorry in their hearts.

Sheng Rui's eyes narrowed slightly, and the grievances of the strong pretend can make such a charm, no wonder he can go from a palace maid to the position of being in charge of the sixth palace now.

"This musk is never touched by the concubine, this concubine always cares about it, and the concubine does not know that the spice on this banquet is actually musk..."

Pursing her lips, Ji Yingxue gently lifted the hem of her skirt and knelt down, looking up at the emperor who was high above, her chin was slightly raised, her eyes were stubborn and aggrieved, her voice was always soft, and there was a slight hoarseness that she had never had before: "The concubine is guilty." In any case, the talented people had a miscarriage, the royal blood was damaged, and the concubines, as the people in charge of the six palaces, were responsible for supervising and taking care of the concubines of the six palaces. Although this incident was not done by the concubine, it was caused by the negligence of the concubine, and the concubine was ashamed of her trust in the emperor and did not dare to refute it, and asked the emperor to condemn the concubine. ”

The tears in Ji Yingxue's eyes finally fell. The pear blossom stamen is white with spring dew, just like the love in the eyes of the fairy, and this tear falls beautifully.

The night was as thin and cool as water, the stars were slightly dark, and the full moon never came out of the clouds, vague and hazy.

Like a beautiful woman waiting at the end of the corridor.

The cold wind stumbled through the corridor, messing up the clothes.

The lantern on the branch will run out of oil, the candle flame will be thin, and the dim light will reflect the slender figure.

"King Zhaoyang, please stay."

"I don't know what Concubine Jing has to say here?"

"Can you ask the prince of Zhaoyang to raise his noble hand and let her live?"

"Concubine Jing said carefully." There was a hint of disdain in the cold and low voice, like cold smoke covering water, and the end of the cold was ruthless.

Fang Beibei looked at the man's somewhat blurred face in the night, sketched the cold eyes in his memory, and his voice was dyed with a trace of sorrow: "Shengrui, I beg you, read on the love of the year, and let her live." ”

"Back then? Scold... Who let her go back then? In the cool night, his thin lips hooked up a cruel smile, "Fang Beibei, go and pray to your Buddha!" That might be a bit more possible. ”

The man pulled away, and only the back that seemed to have condensed frost remained in Fang Beibei's eyes.

Closing his eyes slightly, he sorted out the thoughts in his heart, he was still the same as before, and he had never changed.

The self-deprecating chuckle contained melancholy, and the stars in the sky dimmed a little.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, it is more exposed, and there is no boundary between the dark and the bright, you might as well come out and talk about it." The woman's voice was ethereal in the night.

The winter wind is cold, and the woman in white standing towards the moon has a thin back, a light skirt, moving with the wind, and seems to have a detachment beyond the red dust.