Whose itch medicine is in a big jar?

"I don't know what he thinks." Hua Jingyao felt that these itching medicines were enough for her to use for ten or twenty years.

The eldest princess of Zhaoyang glared at her daughter, her brows became tighter and tighter, and suddenly, she reached over and held her daughter's face.

This eyebrow, this eye, this nose, this mouth, as much as she is, and as little as that person.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Hua Jingyao struggled, came again, came again.

"Mother, I don't think you're ugly." The eldest princess of Zhaoyang sighed.

"It's not ugly, it's clear that you've inherited your beauty." Hua Jingyao was not ashamed.

The eldest princess of Zhaoyang pinched her face: "The face is a little fatter." ”

"This is baby fat, which means that I am young and beautiful." Hua Jingyao is not modest at all.

The eldest princess of Zhaoyang pinched the bridge of her nose: "The bridge of the nose is not high." ”

"Please go out of the city if you climb the mountain." Hua Jingyao thought to herself, what is the princess going to do with the bones in her eggs?

The eldest princess of Zhaoyang let out a beautiful sigh: "The daughter of this palace must be beautiful and beautiful, and she must have the ability to do things, are those bastard boys blind?" ”

Hua Jingyao blinked, blinked again, what does the princess mean?

What happened to Zhao Qian last time was not enough to respond? Shouldn't you want to marry her?

Ladies in the capital are twelve or thirteen years old to discuss marriage, the larger the family, the more cumbersome the family affairs, until the three media and six certificates are all gone, the girl has reached the age of fifteen or sixteen years old to get married.

Thinking of this, Hua Jingyao was terrified, her sister in the previous life was engaged at the age of thirteen, and she was thirteen years old after the New Year.

"Mother, I ......" Hua Jingyao's heart, liver, spleen and lungs beat together.

But I heard the eldest princess of Zhaoyang grit her teeth: "Last time, Gong bought several bottles of each kind of fragrant dew, why didn't he simply buy the fragrant dew shop and send a house deed directly?" If I had half a sincere intention, I wouldn't have done such a thing, and my daughter wouldn't even be worthy of letting him pick a bottle of her favorite perfume with her own hands? ”

Hua Jingyao's brain paused for a moment, what was going on?

By the time she reacted, the eldest princess of Zhaoyang's words and arrows had already pointed directly at the other person.

"And this Shen Xiao, it was just a broken stone last time, when he first returned to the capital, he didn't know anything about the world, but what about this time? What's in the pickle jar? Medicine? This palace should only take medicine when he sees him! The daughter of this palace is a golden branch and jade leaf, and in his eyes, it has become a broken stone pickle jar? ”

Hua Jingyao was stunned, and finally caught up with the princess's spitting star.

Mother, when did your daughter become a jar of broken stones and pickles?

"Mother, you're thinking too much." In a thousand words, Miss Huada has no way to speak.

"You're stupid!" The eldest princess of Zhaoyang stretched out her slender jade finger and poked her daughter's head, hating her, "I think back then, your father was out of tune, and he knew that he drew a fan and gave it to me." ”

Hua Jingyao understood: "It turns out that my father just used a fan to fool you?" ”

"Nonsense, how good-looking your father is, is Gong Liu and Shen Xiao comparable?" The eldest princess of Zhaoyang immediately denied that she was not fooled by a fan, she was obviously fascinated by Hua Yukun's face.

"Gong Liu and Shen Xiao...... Looks pretty good, right? Hua Jingyao muttered quietly.

"Teenage little hairy child, can you compare with your father? You are still your father's daughter, and you are not filial at all. "The eldest princess of Zhaoyang turned away, picked up Xiaoxue, and kissed and kissed.

Miss Huada was speechless, what did she say? She didn't say anything, okay. She didn't deny her beautiful father's appearance, why is this unfilial?

Xiaoxue is filial, you just hold it, if you have the ability, don't pinch my face next time.

Hua Jingyao touched her face that was pinched by the princess, got up and went back to the embroidery garden.

The mother and daughter ignored no one, and for the first time in their lives, they had an awkward relationship.

For what?

In the final analysis, it was because of the pickle jar sent by Shen Sigongzi.

Early the next morning, Miss Hua did not go to Jinyuan to accompany the princess to have a morning meal, she went directly to the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion.

She originally thought that she was the earliest, but she didn't expect Yin Zhutou to be there.

It turned out that Yin Zhutou came back in the middle of the night, so he simply didn't go home, and stayed overnight in the yamen.

"Yin Zhutou, I heard that you went to deal with the villagers' brawl?"

If it was an ordinary villager fighting, it would not bother Shuntianfu at all.

But this time it was not only the villagers who were fighting, but also two people were missing, and the reason why Yin Zhutou went was because he suspected that the body brought back by Luo Qizuo was one of the two villagers.

"The bodies of the two missing villagers were found, and they fell off the cliff and died, but ......" Yin Zhutou looked around, lowered his voice and said, "Miss Huada, I heard that Lord Yin entrusted you to investigate the strange bird case with Shen Sigongzi?" ”

Hua Jingyao nodded, and a thought flashed in her heart, could it be that these two villagers have something to do with the strange bird case?

Yin Zhutou's voice was lowered, and he said, "Miss Hua, you may not believe what I said, although the two dead villagers were found under the cliff, we found this at the scene. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand behind his back, and his confidant Song Bo handed over a box.

Hua Jingyao knew this box, which was a physical evidence box used by all yamen in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The box opened, revealing a rag with raw edges on all sides, as if torn from a garment.

And on that rag there was a picture of a bird, a bird with sharp talons on its wings.

A dark red bird, a legendary bird painted with the blood of the dead.

Hua Jingyao was stunned for a moment, and Yin Zhutou's voice came from her ears: "Miss Hua, what do you see?" ”

Hua Jingyao raised her head and asked, "Are those two corpses sure they fell to death?" ”

Yin Zhutou touched his head and said, "At first glance, it looks like he fell to death, but since this strange bird has appeared, I don't think the cause of death is certain, and I don't dare to be sure before Luo Yanzuo has an autopsy." ”

Hua Jingyao breathed a sigh of relief, this is too fast, the seeds she and Shen Xiao just sowed the day before yesterday have sprouted today?

No, Yin Zhutou found these two corpses yesterday, so it is not that they sprouted today, they have already sprouted yesterday.

This speed, this vigorous execution, this ...... Hua Jingyao felt more and more how powerful the hand behind her back was.

Shen Xiao and Luo Cheng came to the yamen one after the other, and when they heard that there was a new corpse, Luo Cheng entered the autopsy room without saying a word.

Shen Xiao walked up to Hua Jingyao and said in a low voice, "I'll do it again when I'm done." ”

What do you mean?

Hua Jingyao frowned and glared at Shen Xiao suspiciously, do you think I will take those itchy medicine to steam steamed buns?

"Thank you, it's enough." Miss Huada thanked her politely.

Shen Xiao lowered his head and lowered his voice: "There are only so many at home." ”

Hua Jingyao understood, it turned out that Shen Xiao was really worried that the jar of itching medicine was not enough.

He had brought all the stock in the house to her.

However, there are really people in this world who will store itching medicine in a big jar.

It's amazing.