The lights in the north were blazing, Meng Zhuzhou leaned on the soft collapse and slowly flattened the ashes in the blue and white lactated foot incense burner with an incense shovel, and picked a piece of jade to put it in.

"Sir..."The woman in black who was kneeling on the ground was dripping with water, and the ground was drenched: "There is a person who has failed your expectations... It's all folded. ”

Meng Zhuzhou didn't raise his eyes, he picked up a little ambergris from the incense tray and threw it on the jade piece, through the fire, the incense seemed to have melted, and there were six or seven small bubbles in a row, and the rich fishy smell came out along the incense burner.

"I remember Wei Liao's martial arts." Meng Zhuzhou threw the rest of the precious spices in his hand into the incense burner in turn: "I won't let you all fold." ”

"It's not Wei Liao." The woman in black fell to the ground, her body trembling: "It's a short man." ”

When she thought of the bloody scene on the lake, she trembled even more.

The eyes soaked in the lake water were so calm that there were no emotional fluctuations, and she saw with her own eyes that the person used a hairpin to cut the flesh, and the wound was so deep that the throat was completely torn, and the attached vertebrae were directly twisted, and the person was relaxed as if he was twisting clothes.

"Short man?" Meng Zhuzhou used the incense key to pluck the spices on the jade slices, and the fishy smell became more and more prominent.

The woman in black added, "Wei Liao calls him Little Brother Jiang. ”

Meng Zhuzhou threw away the incense spoon in his hand, picked up the silk towel in the tray on the side, and wiped the fingertips with spices sticking to it.

Little Brother Jiang? He suddenly laughed, and it was this woman again.

"Don't blame yourself." Meng Zhuzhou had a kind smile on his face: "There will always be accidents when you go on a mission." ”

He squatted down and patted the face of the woman in black: "Smell the fragrance, do you know what it means to make a wrong step, a wrong step?" ”

"Sir?" I was puzzled.

Meng Zhuzhou stood up: "Now we are making a mistake, the exposed horse's feet have not been cleaned, and others are waiting to find out us." ”

"Sir, smell the fragrance and know the mistake." Wen Xiang seemed to think of something, she opened her round eyes and said, "Wen Xiang won't be next time." ”

"Go back and think about it." Meng Zhuzhou said in a deep voice: "I don't mean to blame you, think about the people who died unjustly, and then think about the people who died today, there is still a long way to go, and there is no room for mistakes." ”

"Sir's words, smell the fragrance and understand." Tears rolled in her eyes, and she kowtowed three times on the ground and withdrew.

The incense in the incense burner gradually became stronger, and the aroma came out one after another, and the cold cypress and the smell of ice chips pressed to the tip of the nose.

Meng Zhuzhou rolled up his sleeves and fanned lightly on the incense burner with his hand, and the fine wisps of smoke were on his palm.

"Ling." Meng Zhuzhou opened his mouth, and Ling Ling, who was hanging on the beam, fell silently.

"Bai Miansheng didn't take Jiangxia either?"

Ling Dao: "He went, but died." ”

"Dead." Meng Zhuzhou used a declarative tone.

This made him have to re-examine Jiang Xia, the woman hidden in the brocade guard.

*

"Sit closer." Lu Cheng said kindly: "Zhifan has already left, don't be too restrained." ”

Jiang Banxia symbolically moved the stool forward, with a decent smile on her face, but the alienation in her eyes couldn't be faked.

"You kid." Lu Cheng said with a smile: "When I was a child, I came to our house to uncover the tiles, and I beat him up and sued him everywhere. ”

She had no impression of what Lu Cheng said, but she still did a good job of listening.

"If your father is still here, he must not want you to be unhappy." Lu Cheng's tone paused: "Give Uncle Lu a little more time, and it will be inappropriate to transfer you out of Jinyiwei and mix in the pile of men." ”

"You're a girl." Lu Cheng said earnestly: "It's not a boy. ”

Jiang Banxia lowered her head slightly, she heard this sentence no less than a few times, and every time she heard it, her heart would be numb.

"King Xie Xiaojun is messing around, so you guys are messing around with him?" Lu Cheng twisted the beard on his chin: "This is not only with you, but also with Lu Yun, our Lu family can't compare to the Xie family, and we can't afford to toss." ”

"Banxia understands." She bowed her brow.

"It's good that you understand, I hope you can be safe." Lu Cheng had tiredness in his eyes: "Go back and rest." ”

"Banxia retired, Uncle Lu, you also settled earlier."

After she exited Lu Cheng's study, the smile on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

*

Time flies, four or five days have passed in a blink of an eye, and there is still no progress in the case of Lu Xun, and Kyoto, which has been raining and thundering in spring for days, finally cleared up before the Spring Festival, the sky is unusually clear, and even the willow branches are so green that they can drip water.

The spring festival day is a great ceremony of the country, and it is not allowed to be sloppy at all, and the busy feet of the yamen such as the celebrant and the Honglu Temple do not touch the ground.

As the entourage of the prince on the spring festival day, Jiang Banxia and the others were recruited to the East Palace a day in advance, and they tossed for most of the day from the beginning of the collar, hat, boots, and clothing.

"Little brother Jiangxia, you see that my body is not mighty!" He Qiaoyi carefully brushed the folds on the flying fish suit: "If it weren't for Hu Jiu's illness being too serious, I wouldn't have had a chance to come up at all."

A pawn like them in the brocade guard, if it weren't for the face of the prince's followers, I am afraid that they would not be able to wear the flying fish suit for the rest of their lives, so He Qiaoyi cherished it very much.

Jiang Banxia straightened her clothes, and she praised: "Yes, it's quite flattering to you." ”

"The spring festival is about to begin, why don't you say the prince is leaving?" He Qiaoyi said casually: "Isn't it the crown prince who officiates on this spring festival day?" Didn't go ahead and arrange it earlier? ”

Jiang Banxia looked at the dark Heavenly Dao: "I don't know, let's just listen to Shangguan's arrangement." ”

After speaking, she leaned aside and squinted her eyes to rest, it stands to reason that the little prince appointed her to be an attendant, why hasn't the inner supervisor called her over at this hour? Could it be that something went wrong in the middle?

Jiang Banxia temporarily pressed her heart uneasy, and she went through the itinerary of the Spring Festival Day in her mind again.

The crown prince's guard of honor will go to the north altar to prepare for the ceremony, and the prince and Banzai will arrive one after another during this time.

So the time she can seize is only a short hour during this period.

"Get up." He Qiaoyi used his arm to pretend to Jiang Banxia, who was closing his eyes and recuperating: "The people from the Driving Division of the Ministry of War are here, and it is estimated that we are going to pull out." ”

The Commander of the Ministry of War was in charge of the guard of honor, and the people who came piled up the armor, bows, arrows, knives and other items on the ground of the East Palace.

The Jinyi Guard Shangguan of the honor guard of the East Palace is a fresh face, at least during the time she entered the Jinyi Guard, she has not seen it.

"Presumably it's Nanzhen Fuji who is here." He Qiao guessed blindly.

"Not necessarily." The commander who has no power grabs a handful, who knows who is who, and maybe which hereditary son has emerged from the horns.

The man was tall and tall, standing half a head taller in the crowd of brocade guards, and he pointed them out one by one, and made people send a guard of honor.

He Qiaoyi took the things first, and said with a gossip on his face: "This Shangguan has no official frame at all, and I don't know if he can do anything today?" ”

"It's all arranged, what can happen big." Jiang Banxia put the soft armor on his body, and when he was halfway through, he was stopped by someone shouting.

"Who is Jiang Xia?" The shrill and penetrating voice of the chamberlain resounded over the East Palace.