Mu Ling obviously heard that "eating seems to be very tight", but was interrupted by the female official, didn't have time to think about it, and said politely: "I'm just living temporarily, the osmanthus in the garden is not my private property, the princess loves it, and it is also the honor of flowers." ”

She said lightly, Mu Qing patted her on the shoulder, her eyes smiled like a crescent moon, "You are so interesting." ”

Then he instructed the female official, "I want to eat osmanthus cake, and let the imperial dining room also send some to Mu Guiren to taste." ”

Mu Ling didn't know what the situation was in when the Queen Mother lived in Muxi Garden, but when Princess Jiande saw the dark and cramped bedroom, she sighed faintly, and looked at Mu Ling's eyes with a little pity and sympathy, "In my memory, it is sweet and bright...... Indeed, memories can deceive. ”

The female officer frowned, but she didn't say much.

Fortunately, Mu Qing is not the kind of girl who is sensitive and sentimental, drinking tea and eating snacks, and asked about the painting again.

Mu Ling also studied laboratory analysis at the police academy, and he was afraid that the ancients would not be able to accept that knowledge, so he had to say politely, "It's just that you come and go, and you are in a hurry...... I guess the painting uses a special pigment, so that it will appear as soon as it touches alcohol. The wine was damp, but the painting was fine, the fabric was good on the one hand, and I always felt that the paint would last a long time. ”

It is impossible for the nobles of Twilight Cloud to spray wine and give away a painting that quickly turns yellow and moldy as a birthday gift.

"But I see that the fingertips of the noble Dusk Cloud are crystal clean, and there is no trace of paint......"

Mu Qingming's eyes were smart, and he laughed: "Ha, that's why you said that her painting was made by someone else!" This noble man of Twilight Cloud is really ......"

It's not good to say bad things about the imperial brother and concubine, Mu Qing shook her head and smiled, but the female official beside her paid attention to it and laughed softly: "What Mu Guiren said was timely, and I didn't know that the painting was not poisonous." ”

Mu Qing knew that it was going to be dedicated to the queen mother, and frowned when she heard this, "It's not good to let the noble people of Duyun perform because of speculation—in this way, tell Mama Qing to go later, and ask her to go to the old man's house to investigate." ”

"Yes, the slave has written it down."

Mu Qing was fresh in paintings, fresh in flowers, and more interested in the poems written by Mu Ling that day.

She looked around, the narrow bedroom, the simple hall without beauty, left and right, there was no desk, no pen and ink, and no word and half a sentence, and she couldn't help but wonder: "You are empty here, how do you write poems and research words on weekdays?" ”

Mu Qing didn't suspect that Mu Ling was cheating - this Mu Guiren had been in the palace for more than a year, and he almost died in the cold palace, so he must have no money or connections to find someone to make such a poem. Unlike the nobles of Duyun, who are backed by the queen, they are still royal businessmen at home.

The princess is delicate and cute, and she doesn't seem to have any scheming, but Mu Ling heard a lot of stories at that banquet, and she didn't dare to underestimate her.

After the pastries were delivered, Mu Qing was a little sad and sighed: "The queen mother's birthday is coming, I have been running around before, and I haven't had time to prepare a congratulatory gift. ”

The female official smiled: "The Queen Mother is most distressed by Her Royal Highness the Princess, you can come back this year to congratulate the Queen Mother on her birthday, the Queen Mother is already very happy." ”

But Mu Qing was still not very happy and asked Mu Ling for advice.

Mu Ling had made up his mind that he would never mix with the muddy waters in the palace, but after thinking about it, he said: "Whether it is a birthday banquet or any other banquet, there are many of them every year, which are nothing more than blowing, playing and singing, and there is nothing new." ”

Mu Qing's eyes lit up, "I know that you are different from those false palace concubines, say it quickly, what new ideas do you have?" ”

Mu Ling looked at the female official in embarrassment, and said to Mu Qing: "Are there jugglers in the palace?" ”

The female officer replied, "This is not the case. ”

They are all ninth-rate trades, and it is difficult for those who juggle on the streets to get into the hall of elegance.

Mu Ling thought about it and instigated Mu Qing: "Before I entered the palace, I heard my grandmother say that there are those who can spit fire on the street, as well as monkey plays, big changes to people, and one is turning his head up!" There is also the invulnerability of knives and guns, and the invincibility of kerosene. ”

Mu Qing showed a slight look of fascination: "Those who are invulnerable must have practiced the golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt!" ”

The female officer frowned: "This ...... Swords, guns and oil, I'm afraid the palace won't allow it. ”

Without waiting for Mu Ling to say anything, Mu Qing had already made a decision: "There are three layers inside the guard, three layers outside, what are you afraid of!" There is really something that doesn't kill me, I want to see it - there is still half a moon before the queen mother's birthday banquet, and I just happened to go out of the palace for a walk. ”

After thanking Mu Ling for his idea, Mu Qing led a team of palace people to go away.

Rim Yan looked at the door, and when he saw that everyone was walking away, Fang breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm scared to death." ”

turned his eyes wide, and asked puzzledly: "Niangniang, how big is it to invite the juggling team into the palace, you can come up with this kind of idea?!" ”

"How?" Mu Ling leaned on the edge of the bed, and asked in a mansheng voice, wandering out of the world.

Rim Yan came back and sighed, "In case something happens, Princess Jiande is the beloved daughter of the Queen Mother, so naturally everything is fine, what about you?" Didn't you say that when things come, you will hide and go, and never go into danger? ”

Mu Ling smiled lightly and said no more.

The palace is a big dye vat, full of traps, and every step is a crisis. In ancient times, she couldn't help herself, and it was impossible for her to die in a harem with no freedom and safety on all four walls.

She didn't expect Mu Qing to come to the door to ask for ideas, so she pushed the boat with the water...... There are many jugglers in the team, maybe she can hide in the box and hide under the ruts to sneak out of the palace.

Or did he stun two of them, disguised himself with Rim Yan, and followed the troupe all the way out of the palace?

Her heart was beating fast, for the hustle and bustle of the world outside, for the sky outside......

said that the noble man of Duyun who was taken away by Princess Jiande did not block the queen, but met Concubine De.

In the hostile camp, the position is not as high as Concubine De's mother, and the favor is not as much as Concubine De's mother, the nobles of Duyun are like rats seeing cats, and they have no majesty when they face Mu Ling.

The more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.

Concubine De Man said: "Isn't this a noble person in Duyun, how can you sweat early in the morning?" Why hasn't the slap mark on his face disappeared yet? ”

Duyun nobles were shocked, stroked their cheeks, and waited until Concubine De ate ate and smiled, and then understood that he had been fooled - he was beaten and scolded by the queen's mother, it was all a few days ago, and there was still a wound on his face!

Concubine De glanced at her indifferently, and said lightly: "I heard that Mu Guiren gave the princess a trick, and on the day of the birthday banquet, she wanted to invite a juggling team - it's really worrying, if something happens, the queen mother can't be good, and this Mu Guiren's life can't be saved." ”

The voice fluttered away, and the noble figure knelt in place for a long time, staggering to his feet, and his pale face became more and more determined.

The things in the cold palace were all sent back, and Mu Ling carefully pondered the letter in the bedroom.

The paper was yellowed, and I don't know if it was because of age, and the ink was a little sloppy. The more Mu Ling thought about it, the more strange it became, how could the original body put a letter from a long time ago in his luggage? Where did she find it?

Suddenly, she focused her gaze on the wardrobe and shuddered.

It's impossible, if the original body had already gone down to the tunnel, Rim Yan should have known, right?

Mu Ling didn't dare to think about it, so he carefully hid the letter.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and the rim smoke came in, and he said mysteriously: "Niangniang, the prince is here." ”

Mu Ling was all over, and the wardrobe was staring at her, it seemed that she was the cheater.

"Cough, come on, what are you doing in a panic...... Mu Ling said, when he went out, he was almost tripped by the embroidered pier and chewed on the mud.