Ming, Ming? Yudong also squatted down, and the two looked at each other for a while, looking at each other but not speaking. Yudong is a subordinate in the end, so he lowered his head first and said, "I'm afraid Yuxi is reluctant to write in the end." ”

He thought so, and Huo Yunsheng thought about it too. The force between the strokes of the word "Ming" is relatively even, and the last stroke does not appear to be exhausted, indicating that Yuxi does not have the strength to write again after writing this word.

The wounds on the corpse had just been examined, and the only one that was fatal was the neck, so no one immediately took his life after he finished writing this word. There is only one reason left, and it is Yuxi's own reluctance to write.

Huo Yunsheng "snorted" and said, "Tell someone to throw it into the mass grave." He has used Yuxi for some years, and he knows that this person is quite martial arts but greedy for money and lustful, but he thinks that this is better, after all, as long as he gives money, he can exchange for loyalty, and his Huo Mansion is not short of this money. I didn't expect this person to put himself together when he died, and the position of that hand may have been to erase the word, but he just failed to do so.

Yudong nodded "yes". He has a friendship with Yuxi, but he is not easy to disobey his master. What's more, Yuxi is really, everyone is dead, so why bother. Leave some clues, at least the brothers can find out who the enemy is.

Huo Yunsheng took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers, and threw it directly on Yuxi's face. It was really difficult to judge what the content of the word "Ming" was, and he began to worry again.

The two sides are in one place. It wasn't until noon that the maid came to Wei Yi's study, originally to call for dinner. Lao Yuan saw Xue Ling paralyzed on the ground, shaking in the wind and rain.

Although she didn't look down on this third lady, the maid was a maid after all, so she had to trot over a few steps, moved the umbrella in her hand slightly to Xue Ling's head, and said, "Third Miss, what's wrong?" ”

When Xue Ling saw someone coming, he raised his face sluggishly, waved his hand again and again, and said, "It's not me, it's not me."

"Third Miss, get up quickly." The maid didn't know what was going on, she didn't like Xue Ling's wet body, but she had to help her.

"Dead, dead, dead". Xue Ling pointed to Wei Yi's study, unable to tell whether he was really afraid or pretending to be like him.

"What nonsense". The maid impatiently left Xue Ling and walked towards the study.

In the blink of an eye, screams pierced the sky.

And Wei Long in the palace just called a beauty in the gentlest tone in the past three years: "You get up first and talk back." He even wiped the rain on the girl's face with his sleeve, ignoring the dirt on the golden dragon on his cuffs.

"Slave maid, slave maid dare".

"My lord, you can get up quickly, and you have to live the rain with you." The eunuch jumped to his feet anxiously on the side, this is a slave who doesn't have long eyes in the palace.

"The Queen... Empress .....". Xue Se wanted to say that she was punished, but she couldn't get up without her master, and remembered that the rules in the palace couldn't tell outsiders that her master was not. She couldn't remember how long she had been kneeling in the rain, and the cause was that her hand had slowly dropped the queen's favorite phoenix hairpin.

She's no longer called Cher, now she's called Snow. As soon as her mother died, someone came to the door and said that it was an old friend of her mother's relatives, helped her handle the funeral, and took her home.

She was born under the protection of her mother many times, and the world is as pure as a blank piece of paper. I thought it was really my mother's relatives and old friends, and I had nowhere to go, so I packed up and followed. Unexpectedly, that person was a group of traffickers, who blackmailed all the money on her body without mentioning it, and directly sold herself into the Qinglou.

Fortunately, I met Mrs. Su.

In the past, my mother never let me look at my face more and entered the Su Mansion. She had just gotten a bronze mirror, and the figure in it seemed to be a little more beautiful than all the faces she had ever seen. After the good rouge gouache is stacked, it is even more dazzling. Mrs. Su sighed again and again: "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

"Madame, what's the pity?"

"Miss Xue'er's appearance is only worthy of the royal face. I don't know which family has this blessing in the future. ”

Xue'er lowered her head shyly, and lowered it to the present. Not only did he bow his head, but his body bones also lowered.

A girl who has never been in the world, how to parry Mrs. Su's clever tongue. Brocade clothes and jade food, glory and wealth, the things of Su Mansion are enough to make people lose their minds in just a few days. Thinking about her previous coarse tea and light rice, the hand that grabbed the bowl added a little force, as if if if she didn't pay attention, these things would disappear, and she would go back to the firewood house on the outskirts of the city to cook porridge.

Originally, there were five thousand taels of silver, she thought hatefully.

In the blink of an eye, the emperor's draft will come, and the eunuchs and palace maids will also be expanded in the natural palace. After Mrs. Su said a few words, she changed her name.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. Cuiyu Shuangshu back then, Mrs. Su watched Xue Se enter the palace with satisfaction, she needed more than one person, Huo Yunwan, and she also needed a helper.

"I'll tell you to get up first." Wei Long was not impatient. He was quite interested, and he already knew about Qi Qingyi's miscarriage last night. After the early dynasty was dispersed, the excerpts were lazy to criticize, and went straight to the queen's palace. This is the great news, he can't wait to see the expressions of the Huo family.

When I arrived outside the gate of the Queen's Palace, I found a slave kneeling. Obviously did something wrong and was punished in the rain. Such things are not worth mentioning. He glanced down the hallway and didn't think anything else.

The kneeling girl heard someone passing by, raised her head, and showed a face like stars and moon. The rain wet his hair and stuck to his face, not only did not reduce his appearance by half, but added to the pitifulness. Thinking that he recognized himself as the emperor, he didn't dare to look at it directly, and quickly lowered his head. With just one glance, Wei Long stopped, ignoring the rain in the sky, walked out of the corridor and walked towards Xuexi.

He is not addicted to alcohol, but it is difficult to resist male instincts. What's more, in this world, he should have taken what he wanted.

The little eunuch who followed behind him hurriedly stretched out the rain gear and chased after him. In this harem, I'm afraid that there will be another mother.