King Li was lazy and evil, and Zhou exuded a chill and fierceness up and down. People dare not approach, Gonggong Li took this blood letter, and King Li was faintly angry: "You said, this blood letter is fake, how can you see it." ”

"Murong Ling was frail and sick when she was young, and later, the Murong family asked for Medicine King Valley, and the prince should know that Niangniang had lived in Medicine King Valley for a few years by chance, and it was in those years that she happened to meet Murong Ling. I have to say that Murong Ling is smart and quick-witted, not to mention that she is in good health, and has become a closed disciple of the Medicine King, although Niangniang did not apprentice in the Medicine King Valley, she has learned a lot from her ears and eyes, and she was forced to make a living and was recruited to the palace as a female medical officer, after Niangniang became a concubine, she had correspondence with Murong Ling, and the old slave had seen her handwriting, this imitation was very similar, but it was not written by her own handwriting. "Gonggong Li has been with his mother for many years, and he is used to being cautious, so he naturally has gone through many scrutiny.

King Li irritably swept the things on the table "bang", all swept the place, the sound of the porcelain bowl breaking was harsh, the best inkstone was missing a corner, and the hem of King Li's clothes was also stained with a lot of ink: "For this fake blood book, not to mention the hidden power of the palace for many years, I also made a mortal enemy with Uncle Jinghuang of Nansheng Kingdom." ”

"The old slave's question is here, Nansheng Guojing Emperor Uncle inserted eyeliner in the Murong Mansion and said it in the past, but it is incomprehensible to snatch this blood letter, Murong Ling must explain some of the privacy of the year, and it is limited to her unmarried pregnancy, and the whereabouts of her daughter and lover, even if these things come out, Murong Qian, as the main thing, will not be able to stand it, at most he will be reprimanded by the emperor." Gonggong Li thought about it and tossed and turned all night, but finally failed to solve the mystery.

The destruction of the Wang family has caused a lot of turmoil in the capital, the capital is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, there is a thief, it is normal to fight and fight, this murder is a serious case, or more than 100 people, and it involves the Murong family, the streets and alleys are talking one after another, and the wives of the official family are even more unhappy, most of them guess that it was done by the King of Jin, and the eldest lady murdered his princess like that, it is tolerable or unbearable, even so, they can't bring all the Wang family and other people, in addition, they can't see what the Wang family has done, which makes people hate such a field.

In the early dynasty, the emperor was furious, and the civil and military officials kept silent for fear of getting into trouble. The emperor threw the song on Murong Qian's face, "My minister of the humerus shares, but he can't even manage the affairs of the inner house, making it a miasma, what is wrong with the princess of Jin, you are her dependent, do such a despicable thing, spread my will, the Wang family's women lack morality, their thoughts are vicious, they think of the tragedy of their mother's family, they are demoted to commoners, and they are driven out of Murong Mansion." ”

Murong Qian wanted to confess a few words, but the emperor was angry, so he endured it. On the way back to the house, I kept thinking, once the Wang family left the house, could he lead out the people behind the scenes, the emperor acted like this, it was obvious that he wanted to find out the real culprit and block the mouths of the people.

Murong Qian's heart is like a mirror, no matter how disgusted the King of Jin is, he will not be cruel to the point of destroying the Wang family. The holy decree arrived at the Murong Mansion first, and the second aunt led everyone to set up the incense case, and then waited in the courtyard of the Wang family.

The Wang family rebelled and separated, and their eyes greedily looked at the light reflected on the window paper, which was originally the most common thing, and it was very rare.

Murong Qian was absent-minded, and plunged into the study, and the second aunt asked her subordinates to release the Wang family and drive them out into the street, and the heavy door closed behind her. Wang Yangtian laughed, he had been planning for many years, but he lost completely.

Because Qing'er had breakfast in the car, the carriage was not in a hurry and leisurely, and the dark one himself was the coachman, and the king of Jin put the shrimp dumplings on her plate: "This shrimp dumplings are made by the southern pastry chef invited by the mother's harem, and the taste is excellent, you can taste it." ”

The magpie sat side by side with the dark on the wheel, holding a few shortbreads in her hand, eating slowly, the young lady and the prince were in the car, she couldn't disturb casually, for fear that the young lady had something to order, she didn't choose to sit in the carriage behind, but squeezed on the wheel. Dark one is not an ordinary coachman, he has always been cold, the magpie is not careful, choked, his face is red, the dark one handed over the kettle next to him, the magpie can't speak, but he doesn't answer, the dark one looks at the little girl is life and death, and cares about these false courtesies: "If you don't answer again, you can't continue to serve your young lady." ”

The magpie grabbed the kettle, unscrewed the lid and poured a few mouthfuls, the shortbread went down, and her body relaxed, but she put the kettle at her side, took out a piece of silver from her sleeve pocket, about five taels, and threw it on the body of the dark one: "This is enough for you to buy a few such kettles." ”

Dark nose is almost out of breath, and the master is still missing your little girl's broken silver, which is not an ordinary material kettle. It is unique to the twelve secret guards of the prince, even if it is to be given to the daughter-in-law of the lord, if he rushes out, he is worried about the people in the car, and he endures it alive. threw the broken silver to her: "Don't sell it, help you deal with it, why do you have to occupy it." ”

The magpie took the lead: "Where can the things used by the girl be brought back for you, if you dislike the lack of silver, get off the car in a while, I will bring it to the young lady and add some to you." ”

Dark stretched out his hand to grab it, the magpie is a person who admits death, and he is stunned, the carriage deviates from the lane a little, a larger stone on the side of the road is diaphragmatic to the wheel of the carriage, the two of them are crooked on one side, the magpie is about to fall down with his head down, and the dark one has no time to think about it, and reaches out to hold the person in his arms.

The white porridge in front of Qing'er was sprinkled, King Jin lifted the curtain, and the posture of Dark One and the magpie made people think about it, not like there was a dispute, so much so that people thought that Lang had a concubine who was intended, and the magpie sat back in place in a panic, waving his little hand: "Miss, slave just now..."

"Drive with your heart". Dropping a word that didn't hurt or itch, King Jin put down the car curtain, stuck out his tongue secretly, and put the kettle close to his body, "Don't make trouble for me, stay honest." The magpie was aggrieved in his heart, he was still reasonable, it was obvious that he was the one who suffered, his eyes were slightly red, and his head was glanced to the side.

The old lady Murong sat on the piano platform, lowered her hand and stroked the body of the piano, Mama Lin persuaded her several times, but the old lady never left, she still couldn't help but come forward and nag: "Old lady, the weather is cold, the small courtyard here is very long and uninhabited, although there are often people cleaning, but Dilong has not used it for many years, and it can't be cleaned up for a while, you sit down like this, your body is cold, what can you do?" It's really urgent. ”

The place where the old lady was sitting on her knees happened to be facing the door of the small courtyard, "Don't get in the way, Qing'er is coming soon, you will stop King Jin in a while, and say that the old man is waiting for her here." ”

Qing'er came slowly as always, and the old lady looked at her with a smile on her face, as bright as the late autumn sun outside the corridor, and she seemed to see her daughter's delicate smile and call her mother.

"Grandmother, the door is open, there is no charcoal fire, you will catch a cold, Qing'er will help you go back." She bent down to help, but the old lady pulled her to sit down, touched the strings with her hands, and tears fell: "Child, this is where your mother lived before, this piano belongs to your mother, if you like it, take it away." ”

Qing'er looked at her quietly, neither humble nor arrogant, and the old lady took out a purse from her sleeve: "The third aunt is your adoptive mother, and your own mother is Murong Ling." This is your mother who was pregnant with you for eight months and sewed, and your grandmother has been hiding it from you for a long time, it's time to tell you. ”

Qing'er smiled and hugged her tightly, a jade-like face seemed to be covered with a layer of elegant brilliance under the light of a little sun, "Grandmother, don't be sad, she will come back, as long as she lives, she will think about us as much as we miss her." ”

The old lady thought that Qing'er would either make a fuss, or she would be sad, but the child grew up and became sensible, she gladly accepted this fact, and comforted her in turn, the old lady's years of sorrow disappeared, and she was glad from the bottom of her heart, if she insisted on killing the child in Ling'er's belly, where can she still see the vivid Qing girl now, she is already half of the loess buried in the person, as Qing Yatou said, Ling'er must be concerned about them somewhere.

Autumn is cool in the morning and evening, not to mention late autumn, the sun is slanting in the west, and the cold wind is coming. The eldest lady stood on the street blankly, and the gate of the Wang family was impressively sealed, and there were officials guarding the door. Her mind is very messy, their Wang family was wiped out overnight, who could it be? She didn't shed tears and turned around silently.

The street was deserted, and a few pedestrians were also tightening their necks and bowing their heads to hurry. She hurried to the Li Palace, her daughter would not leave her, she still had a place.

Murong Yan'er leaned back against the carved wooden chair, facing the lifeless lake, and sat in a daze for a while, although her maternal grandfather's family was not a high-ranking official, but they had enough money and had never let their mother and daughter be wronged. It was gone overnight. What made her heart palpitate the most was that her mother was degraded, how should she deal with herself, fortunately, her father did not dislike her, otherwise, Prince Li would never be able to tolerate her.

She sat in fear for a long time, until the porter came to say that her mother was really afraid of what would come when she asked to see her, and muttered to herself, "Doesn't her mother know that doing so will kill her?"

The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, the night is hazy and beautiful, the imperial city under the sky is brightly lit to the scattered broken candles, it is even the avenues and paths in the palace, and the winding paths and towers are only left with faint lanterns dancing lightly in the wind.

Qing'er walked leisurely, and King Jin was silent, like a shadow. The dark one is a man, and he has a martial arts background, so he doesn't feel cold on his body. The magpie circled most of the imperial city, trembling like chaff, but still gritted its teeth and persisted. Suddenly, a thick man's coat was draped over her body, and she secretly flashed out of a meter away.

Murong Yan'er asked the porter to send her mother away. She got up and walked back, and told the maid to pass the meal, and she huddled in the house with the stove, and the late autumn nights were almost in time for winter.