"The concubine didn't ask in detail, and the Zongren Mansion directly reported to Fujin." Jing Wu has always disliked to talk about right and wrong, and all kinds of rumors are rumors after all, and she disdains to follow the trend. For her, not to hold grudges is also the norm.

"If you want to say that this Jin'er has always been an honest person, how can he have committed suicide in fear of sin?" Sibao sighed as if intentionally or unintentionally, with a difficult meaning in his eyes, and raised his hand to help Yongyan hand over a cup of tea.

Yongyan knew the deep meaning, but at the moment, he could only be a little confused.

"Lord, that ......" Jing Wu also told Xiangluo and them in private that she had doubts, but after all, she was not Fujin, so she had no right to investigate in depth, and she couldn't cross the rules. Now, it's different when the prince comes back, in her place, she will definitely stand up to the end if she is wronged.

Yongyan waved his hand and stopped Jing Wu from opening her mouth just now, "You just listen to Fujin's words in this matter, and you don't have to blame yourself too much." As for Wen Xiangyuan, let her be quiet and quiet, and think about it. You should rest early, too! ”

Yongyan was slightly tired, and immediately raised his hand to help Jingwu. The two looked at each other, and the tacit understanding that had been secretly bred gradually merged. If he doesn't say it, then she doesn't ask.

After that, the prince was served by Jing and changed into comfortable clothes and went out.

"Master, why don't you keep the prince?" After Xiangluo waited for the prince to walk out of Ning Shuyuan with his front feet, he asked in a low voice.

Jing Wu only said lightly: "Is this the time to compete for favor?" ”

Ning Shuyuan was overjoyed, a scene of quiet years and deep love for flounder.

But the world knows that the calmer the more wind and rain will be behind it. This is especially true in the courtyard of the red-walled and yellow-tiled royal mansion.

The day after Jin'er died in prison, the news reached Hui Ran. After begging thousands of times, the prince Fujin avoided it and refused, she originally thought that the prince might make Jin'er lose some weight in order to give Goya a dumb reason, and when there was no evidence, he would let her live, but she didn't think about it, and she died?

Later, the prince temporarily went to Shanxi for disaster relief, and Fujin sent her away under the pretext of being unwell. Every time she thinks of this, she feels bored in her heart, the first month is obviously a day of joy for all families, but because of this incident, the people of the palace are panicked.

"Suxiang." Her hands and feet became colder and colder, and Hui Ran called Su Xiang and wanted her to add some charcoal.

Su Xiang, who was waiting outside the door, rubbed her hands and hurried in, and replied: "Master." ”

"It's a little cold to the bone, so let's add some charcoal." She frowned lazily, and Su Xiang looked embarrassed, and she wanted to say something.

"What's wrong?" Hui Ran looked at her a little thoughtfully.

Su Xiang replied resignedly: "Master, our charcoal fire has run out, and the slave begged Steward Li, and he excused himself and said that this year, the Hefu has cut the consumption, and it took a lot of rhetoric to give some gray charcoal." During the day, the slaves and maids did not dare to burn too much, for fear of choking the yard full of soot. From the red eyes that she almost wanted to cry, Hui Ran guessed that Su Xiang must have suffered a lot of white eyes.

"These pickled things are a bunch of white-eyed wolves that can't be raised!" Fei Ran really couldn't hold it back, her angry hands were a little trembling, she looked at the ugly face of her master, and she didn't dare to say any more.

"Okay, I know, let's go down......" Hui Ran said weakly, and her whole heart was very cold. It seems that there is a hole in the heart, and the wisps are pulled into the cool breeze, and the person who blows is shivering, and the bottom of the eyes is sour.

"Master, why don't you get you a double quilt again?" Fei Ran saw that the master was silent, and turned around to shed tears for the master's grievances.

Xiao Xiao is depressed, all of which are shown by their respective moods.

The group of people walking slowly outside the door are very conspicuous in this bleak and dry winter day.

It turned out to be Goya.

"Master, change the stove, it's better." Lingge said.

Goya is also about to have a miscarriage for more than a month, and staying in the mansion for a long time is either in bed or listening to plays, which is very boring. No, I have to come out to breathe whatever I say today, but Lingge doesn't dare to relax for a moment, and asks a word from time to time.

Coincidentally, a little maid was about to pour soot when she was caught by Goya when she walked against the wall.

With a light touch of the white shallot's finger, Lingge immediately understood. Beckoned, "Who?" Don't you see Fang Fujin here? I didn't even invite you, it's a tight skin, right? ”

Lingge has always been powerful and domineering, and he speaks without any emotion. The two little maids are beaten and scolded on weekdays, and they are very timid. Lingge was frightened here, and immediately trembled and knelt down as soon as his legs were weak, and he couldn't speak: "Auntie-spare your life!" The slaves and maids are the maids who do chores in Wenxiangyuan. The slaves and maids deserve death, but they really don't see the side blessings. Respectfully please side blessing Jin Ruyi auspicious! ”

The two maids were talking and longing to kneel on the ground and say.

"In broad daylight, you grizzled people don't like to dirty the yard!" Suzu covered her nose in disgust.

"The slaves and maids know that they are wrong, and they ask for forgiveness from the side blessings!" Where do the little maids dare to have half a sentence of grievance, even if the tired bones hurt, they still have to be aggrieved by the hypocrisy of the masters.

"Ho, this Wenxiangyuan is poor for this virtue?" sneered coldly, Goya had already seen the color of carbon gray, and she didn't even need her maid with such a broken thing, so you can imagine how shabby Hui Ran's life was.

"It seems that our side Fujin is a little sad in life." Lingge also said proudly, as far as she is concerned, the more difficult the other masters are, the more happy she is in her heart.

"Who let her harm my child, if it weren't for the prince to protect her, would she still be able to survive until now? Not to mention suffering a little, even if I lose my life, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart! Goya snapped, anger burning in his eyes.

"Master, don't be sad and sad, evil will be rewarded!" Lingge stretched his master's heart with his hand, and persuaded him one by one.

"Don't get out of here!"

The two little maids trembled with fright, their faces were blue and white, lest Goya Fujin be unhappy and use them as a punching bag. Because of this, the angry scolding of Lingge seemed to have received an amnesty, and he retreated away in a puff of smoke.

After the maid left, Lingge whispered to Goya: "Master, don't dare to really move, your body is not good yet?" ”

Goya showed a hint of bitterness, "Hmm." This time, it's all her Liu Jiahui who is unlucky! ”

After all, Goya didn't dare to really make a fuss in front of the prince. Now, looking at Hui Ran's situation, it is also a double win.

"The slave maid said that this Hui Fujin is not as noble as you, and I trust the prince to remember the old, let you call a sister, and salute when you meet you. Now, her left and right arms were cut off, like a bird with a broken arm, and it had to stop......" Lingge seemed to raise her eyebrows, and she spoke with the wind.

"It's just a little bit, I couldn't make Jin'er confess, otherwise you would have solved a big worry, master." After a pause, Lingge said with a little pity.

Goya agrees very much, "However, it's good to push the matter to Fujin, killing two birds with one stone!" ”

"Well, it's just to let that Niu Hulu Jing pick up the cheap!" Suzuge was really angry.

"However, soon she will be able to taste the cold palace with Hui Ran as a companion!" Goya glanced at the withered Wenxiang Garden, compared with the Ning Shuyuan with plum blossom branches, and the corners of his mouth were torn apart with disdain.