The kidnapping of the daughter of the Imperial History seems to have ended with the death of two gangsters.

But above the court, the wind and rain and the smoke of gunpowder will not know when it will subside.

The two main positions of the household department and the military department were vacant, and the courtiers' hearts were turbulent, but the surface was calm.

Emperor Daliang watched coldly and secretly investigated the factions that surfaced.

The sun sets, and the lights are on.

The East Palace Pavilion is sparse and sloping, and the dark fragrance floats.

Xiao Qiyi was dressed in soft satin, his eyes were smiling and melancholy, and he came to the Liufang Pavilion in the side hall of the East Palace.

Ye Wen'er was standing in front of the courtyard, looking at the lonely and sad palace of the majestic palace, and suddenly saw the prince coming.

Ye Wen'er was overjoyed, swept away the sorrow of many days, took light steps, and came to Xiao Qiyi.

"The concubine has seen His Highness."

Xiao Qiyi didn't speak, his face seemed to be warm, and without saying a word, his charming demeanor was fully displayed.

Xiao Qiyi only glanced at Ye Wen'er silently, and Ye Baolin felt that the lovesickness for many days was worth it.

Xiao Qiyi entered the pavilion, and the palace maid had already served tea.

Ye Wen'er lost her eyes, and the palace maids retreated.

"Your Royal Highness, this is the Mengding Yaolu from the concubine's hometown, brown jasper, sweet fragrance, very suitable for His Royal Highness's elegant taste."

Ye Wen'er spoke softly, and between the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, she was full of charm.

"Really?"

Xiao Qiyi showed a faint smile, picked up the celadon bowl, lifted the lid of the bowl, gently flicked the tip of the two-leaf tea floating on it with the lid, smelled it, put down the lid, and came to Ye Wen'er with the tea.

In Xiao Qiyi's eyes, the ripples seemed to be smiling but not smiling, ambiguous and unclear.

"Ye Niangzi, how do you know my taste?"

When he said this, Xiao Qiyi's face still had a charming temperament that made Ye Wen'er unable to control herself.

But Xiao Qiyi's words did not fall, but he pinched Ye Wen'er's left arm with one hand, and poured a bowl of hot tea into the mouth of the clothes hooked by his little finger.

Ye Wen'er screamed, terrified, and after the charm disappeared, her pink face turned pale.

"Your Highness......"

Xiao Qiyi's face swept away the gentle and charming temperament, and his face was full of cold murderous aura, so that Ye Wen'er didn't even dare to snort in pain.

Looking at a teardrop rolling out of Ye Wen'er's frightened eyes, Xiao Qiyi hooked a sneer at the corner of his mouth, leaned over, stretched out his tongue, licked the tears from the corner of Ye Wen'er's eyes into his mouth, and then closed his eyes.

"Ye Baolin, this palace has let you stay in Bashu to accompany Wan'er all these years, and finally brought Wan'er to the East Palace, but you let her take her mother's boat, I will leave you, since your father Ye Shengmao can still be used for me, but you tear your own father off the stage for a girl who looks a little like Wan'er."

Xiao Qiyi's suppressed contempt in his heart turned into even more cold, like the Rakshasa of Death, which made Ye Wen'er tremble and panic.

Ye Wen'er trembled all over, not daring to look directly into Xiao Qiyi's eyes.

"Temple...... Your Highness, no...... Not a concubine. ”

"Sluts still dare to quibble? You let the hands and eyes of the palace in the household department be completely broken, if those people are not inexplicably poisoned and died, and the last person who dies may be the palace, Ye Baolin, do you want the palace to die? ”

Xiao Qiyi kissed the tiger, and once again attached himself and stretched out his tongue to add tears from the corners of Ye Wen'er's eyes.

Ye Wen'er only had palpitations, and she didn't dare to move, nor did she dare to defend herself again.

"Actually, Ye Baolin, if you abandon these vulgar fans, there are still two points like my Wan'er."

Xiao Qiyi said, tore through the ayaluo on Ye Wen'er's chest, tore off a piece, wiped Ye Wen'er's tears wet his face with hatred a few times, and wiped off the thick fat powder on Ye Wen'er's face.

With a backhand, he threw Ye Wen'er on the bed and pounced like a hungry wolf.........

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Yuhua Palace, in the cold palace where Xiao Qijin, the king of Ping, was imprisoned, Xiao Qijin's face was gloomy.

The hall was gray and lonely, with only two palace lights.

Outside Yuhua Palace, there was Yulin Guard guarding, but in the dimness, there was still a note, which was passed from the hand of the Yellow Gate on duty to the palace maid who held the lamp, and finally sent to Xiao Qijin.

Xiao Qijin unfolded the note and glanced at it, swept away the gloom on his face, and showed a wicked smile in the flickering palace lamp.

The note was immediately burned, and a wisp of smoke rose in the deserted bedroom, just like a wisp of hope rising in Xiao Qijin's dead heart.

Although Feng Lianzhang of the military department has become a dead chess, the pillars of the prince's household department have also been pulled out, and he has poured the cash cow of An Lulu, and the prince has lost the reputation he has built for many years.

Nepotism, wasn't his father-in-law Ye Shengmao secretly picked up by him?

It turned out that Ye Shengmao was just a shameless man who made a war windfall, regardless of his brother's life or death, and stepped on the corpses of front-line soldiers to ascend to the throne of the household.

Thanks to you, Xiao Qiyi has been planning for many years, and finally ended up with a chicken and a flying egg.

But what makes Xiao Qijin a little depressed is how the whole case suddenly fell into a dead end? The people in the back haven't dug it out yet, right?

If the previous progress is followed, the true face of some people should be revealed in the end, and the death of King Heng and the tragic situation of Wangyaling may reveal the unknown truth.

But why did such a big change suddenly occur? In the underground prison of the Imperial City, which is as strict as hell, there will be people who are poisoned to death?

Now Xiao Qijin didn't want to move too much, and waited quietly for the turnaround.

After all, in the Battle of Wangyaling, as the grain supervisor at that time, because of physical reasons, he did not directly escort the grain and grass in the end, at most he used the improper grain and grass precedent.

Moreover, the lush leaves of the grain and grass are the final key.

When King Ping thought of this, his miserable face, which had been miserable in the past, showed a gloomy and uncertain look under the dim palace lamp.

…………

Mu Yunyin's current life is peaceful and warm.

Say hello to your grandmother in the morning and greet your father in the evening.

But Huang Li found that her girl actually loved to read books the most, read medicine books, and read the account books sent by Fukang.

In addition to letting the idle eldest sister and three sisters teach Huang Li and their maids to read, Mu Yunyin will also take the time to teach Huang Li some knowledge.

And Huang Li has to practice kung fu every day, teaching Mu Yunyin a few simple tricks for women's self-defense.

Huang Li is not only Mu Yunyin's maidservant, but also her father specially hired her to be Mu Yunyin's personal guard.

In his spare time, Mu Yunyin will still take Huang Li to Jiankang City for a walk.

On this day, the two of them wandered to the vicinity of the Confucius Temple, entered a tea shop, asked for a few plates of melon seeds and almonds and two bowls of tea, ate slowly, and listened to the female singer play and sing.

Not long after, a young man in green clothes came in, the young man was handsome and straight, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a heroic spirit.

This person came to Mu Yunyin, but he lowered his body and whispered to Mu Yunyin:

"Miss Yin, it's the one opposite."

"Found it so soon? Fukang, your work efficiency is good. ”

This person is the steward Fukang outside the house.

Mu Yunyin looked in the direction of Fukang's finger, and there was also a tea shop opposite, but it was extremely deserted.

"How did you find it?"

"The tea shop was originally a powerful Huangmen in the palace in the external industry, I don't want to be infected in the tea shop this year one after another two stewards died, the palace Huangmen felt unlucky, and didn't want to run this business anymore, so he asked an acquaintance to transfer out. It was a disabled couple who wanted to come over and run it for their two idle sons. ”

When Mu Yunyin heard this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then Fukang's words continued:

"As a result, the two sons are no longer alive."