The strength in his hand unconsciously relaxed, and Rong Sui lowered his gaze.

The Queen Mother's fair-skinned neck socket was extremely fragile, and he could easily pinch it off with just a little more force.

But he hesitated.

has been an official for several years, and Rong Sui has never hesitated to make any decisions.

It is precisely because of this that it has been rumored by the world to be cold-blooded and ruthless, tyrannical and unreasonable.

And in fact, he is also such a person, ruthless, violent, and his hands are stained with blood.

The room was silent.

Rong Sui lowered his eyelashes, and his jade-like knuckles slowly withdrew their strength.

Under the cover of the eyelashes, the eyes are invisible, and the frost of the skin as thin as snow has not faded.

The next moment, he withdrew his hand.

"Tomorrow morning, the minister will come to pick up the Queen Mother in person."

Rong Sui coldly dropped a sentence.

Breaking free from the shackles, Yun Chu raised his hand and touched his throat, leaving a clear red fingerprint on his fair skin.

Taking a few big breaths, Yun Chu raised his eyes to look at Rong Sui.

"Feng Xiao ......"

"We'll talk about that later." Rong Sui directly interrupted her and left with his sleeves brushed up.

The man's broad back faded in the light.

Yun Chu took a deep breath and leaned against the bed rail, the emotion in his eyes gradually faded.

He had just moved to kill.

But at the last moment, my heart relented.

Yun Chu's gaze gradually calmed down, like a clear spring.

After waiting outside the door, Wan Ling and Chang Gonggong trembled and lowered their heads after stepping out of the dormitory.

It wasn't until the corner of the dark and cool clothes disappeared into the vermilion door that he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Chang Gonggong said politely: "Aunt Wanling, the miscellaneous family has also retreated." ”

Wan Ling replied with respect: "Father-in-law Chang walks slowly." ”

The palace door was closed, and the evening spirit let out a breath of turbidity, and walked towards the palace with the hem of her skirt.

The Queen Mother sat in the corner of the bed with a fox fur on her body.

The delicate and beautiful face is a little pale, and there seems to be a crystal on the eyelashes.

Weak and boneless appearance, Wan Ling couldn't help but feel pity when he saw it.

"Niangniang, is there anything wrong with your body?"

Yun Chu waved his hand: "It's okay." "Huaxiu Chinese

Wan Ling's little face wrinkled into bitter gourd, and the Queen Mother was so weak that she couldn't even wave her hand, as if she could not afford to fall down at any time.

Isn't it just holding on!

Wan Ling was worried: "Niangniang, the slave maid asked the imperial doctor to come and show you?" ”

Yun Chu: "......"

The girl reached out and pulled the fox fur around, with no expression on her face.

Wan Ling looked concerned.

Yun Chu's gaze fell to the side and changed the topic: "Evening Ling, help the mourning family do something." ”

"Mother, please speak." The evening spirit nodded, "The slave will do everything she can." ”

"Do you have pen and paper?"

"Yes, mother."

Wan Ling nodded, and immediately went next door to get a pen and paper and placed it on the table.

Yun Chu wore a snow-colored fox fur and walked to the table and sat down with the support of the evening spirit.

The fingertips as white as snow picked up the ink pen and dipped it in ink.

The evening spirit grinds ink on one side.

White rice paper is neatly spread out on the tabletop.

Yun Chu lowered his gaze, pressed the rice paper, and wrote a string of book titles on the rice paper according to the memory of the original owner.

The original owner is the daughter of Taifu.

Taifu has always been responsible for assisting the emperor and cultivating the prince.

The original owner also knew which books were necessary for teaching.

I learned a little bit of fur.

Yun Chu wrote more than a dozen book titles, and he covered a page with a lot of enthusiasm.

The handwriting is beautiful and beautiful.

"Mother, the slave looks at these and seems to be the titles of the books?"

"Hmm."

Yun Chu bowed slightly, folded the rice paper that had dried the ink, and handed it to Wan Ling.

"You collect them one by one according to the title of the book on it."

Wan Ling took the folded rice paper and nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, the slave will do things beautifully."

"Hmm."

Yun Chu bowed.