"What, what's the incense?" Hua Rou asked tremblingly.

"It's ambergris." Yin Le sat at the head of the bed and smiled softly. Hua Rou raised her eyes and saw that the outline of the person in front of her was gilded with a layer of gold by the sun, blurring the dark yellow complexion, which could really be described as a child.

"Do you know why your fragrance is so expensive, but no one recognizes it? That's because the people who come to Qiliqiao, although there are also people with noble status, may be able to afford ambergris, and the only ones are the royal family. ”

"Faith, faith!" Hua Rou screamed and scolded, "You contradict yourself, obviously you are not a prince, why can you recognize ambergris?" ”

"Although I am not a prince, I have a friend who was once given ambergris." Yin Le's eyebrows were crooked, and his eyes were full of smiles, "If Miss Huarou has doubts about spices, you can meet King Qin with me and ask if it's true or false." ”

Hua Rou swallowed her saliva, and under the nervousness and unwillingness on her face, there was deep fear in her eyes: "What is the purpose of you telling me this?" ”

"I just want the girl to be sober." Yin Le stretched out his finger and scratched the tip of Hua Rou's nose, "The girl looks like a fairy, and she is the flower of the stars holding the moon, and she is pinning her heart on a negative person, I really can't stand it." ”

"You!"

"Miss Hua Rou, do you guess who gave this ambergris to Han Zhaoren?"

"Prince?"

"King Qin?"

"King Qi? Or someone else? ”

"Unfortunately, neither." Yin Le was apologetic, "The prince and Wang Yin, the son of Wang Sheng, the imperial historian, are very close, this incense was given to Wang Yin by the prince, and then transferred to Han Zhaoren." ”

"The girl can't help but guess, what amazing tune did Han Zhaoren perform to make Wang Yin give him such a precious thing?"

"Looking down, I'm afraid it's... A love song? ”

Hua Rou's face was white for a while, red for a while, and then she twisted her head and didn't look at Yin Le.

Hua Rou didn't look at Yin Le, but she couldn't stop Yin Le from talking to herself: "I don't know if Miss Hua Rou is really stupid or fake, then Han Zhaoren has been in and out of the palace several times, could it be that the girl didn't notice it at all?" ”

Hua Rou: "Childe, please stop." ”

"Don't." Yin Le rarely lost his temper, "Miss Huarou, can I ask you a question?" How did Han Zhaoren go from obscurity to fame in Chang'an City? ”

Hua Rou's shoulders trembled, and she finally couldn't help crying: "It's me, it's me who cheers for him every time." ”

"He went from not being able to hold a single concert to being full, and I accompanied him all the way."

Because, because it was Han Langjun, it was the pianist who pulled her to the lamp when she was full of bite marks and wandering aimlessly at night.

Hua Rou's body has long been broken, but in Han Zhaoren's hands, she looks like a white jade girl who has not been deeply involved in the world. He held her carefully, and every time he went deeper, it was extremely gentle.

"Then guess the girl, how did Han Zhaoren get into the imperial city to play?"

Hua Rou's eyes widened violently, looking at Yin Le in disbelief.

Yin Le stood up from the head of the bed and walked around aimlessly: "Han Zhaoren is really capable, he can be used both front and back, even I can't help but admire him." ”

"Childe, Childe." Hua Rou sat up from the bed, her hair was scattered, and she no longer had the same charm as when they first met, "Childe, please don't say it." ”

"Hua Rou, this is not the most important thing." Yin Le still had a smile on his face, but there was bitterness in his smile.

She half-crouched down, staring at Hua Rou. Reach out and gently pull the soft hair behind your ear.

At this time, she is like a son who really understands Hua Rou, and she takes care of Hua Rou in every possible way.

It's like the down-and-out violinist when Hua Rou and Han Zhaoren first met.

Yin Le smiled bitterly: "Hua Rou, do you know why Han Zhaoren wants to give you this spice?" ”

"Because, because." Hua Rou replied tremblingly, "He is pleased with me. ”

"That's not right." Yin Le said, "The ambergris of the flower girl is from Wang Yin's hand. And you, Han Zhaoren, and Wang Yin witnessed the death of the scholar together. ”

"Once the matter is revealed, Wang Yin will be involved in the incident, and if you have his ambergris in your hand, you will inevitably be considered an accomplice between the two of you. And you have a deep affection for Han Zhaoren, presumably you will not confess him, and Han Zhaoren can retreat with his whole body and exchange your life for a lifetime of health. ”

Hua Rou's lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't speak anymore. She could only watch Yin Le stand up straight, she desperately stretched out her hand, but she couldn't stop Yin Le from saying what she was going to say next: "Miss Hua Rou, the pianist Han Zhaoren trampled on your love and took advantage of your love. ”

"Your friendship is not worth mentioning to Han Zhaoren, who is already famous."

"Shut up!!" Hua Rou burst out with a scream, and she pounced on Yin Le with a hairpin in her hand, but was immediately subdued.

Yin Le held down Hua Rou, and the girl under Ren struggled desperately, shouting helplessly: "It's me, I did it!" I killed the scholar, I threw the body out! It's all me! It's none of Han Zhaoren's business! ”

Yin Le turned his head to look at Hua Rou, the girls under his hand had red eyes, and tears kept rolling down from their eyes.

It was such a girl who, after being completely abandoned in her previous life, resolutely chose to hang herself.

This love is ridiculous.

"Miss Hua Rou, don't daydream." Yin Le said, "There was no drug found in the body of the scholar, and traces of struggle were also found in the scholar's body, and the boy was killed alive. ”

"Hua Rou girl is a female streamer, or a weak and boneless person in the Qinglou, how can she kill the scholar?"

"The boy died in your house, and there were only three people present. Miss Hua Rou might as well tell the truth, who is it that killed the scholar? ”

Hua Rou sneered and turned her head and looked at Yin Le: "It turns out that Gongzi is here to let me be a witness?" ”

"yes." Yin Le took out the small seal given by Qin Zhengqing and shook it in front of Hua Rou, "Otherwise, how can I break through Mother Lin's defense and see Miss Hua Rou?" ”

When she saw Xiaoyin, Hua Rou lost her mind for a moment. Afterwards, Yin Le heard her mutter: "Young Master Yin, what punishment will you be sentenced to for killing the scholar?" ”

"According to the laws of the Great Zhou, those who kill slaves shall be punished with ten years of exile." Yin Le replied.

Hua Rou lowered her head, as if thinking. Her mind was filled with Yin Le's words, the luthier she had met that night, and the scenes that had taken place in her room at that time.

Quarreling, being killed, and when Hua Rou screamed, it was Han Zhaoren who covered her eyes.

"Rou'er, don't look at it."

"I ......" Hua Rou finally spoke, Yin Le let go of her hand, and was satisfied to hear Hua Rou say intermittently, "I do." ”

Yin Le slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "Good girl." ”