No wonder he took all the temperature away, and there was a sudden coolness in the room.

When he came out of Ganlin Palace, he heard Xiao Jiezi say: "Niangniang, Your Majesty went to Qinxia Palace, let the servants send Niangniang back." ”

A sense of loss rose in her heart for no reason, and she didn't bother to pursue the real reason for this.

It's just that I didn't let Xiao Jiezi send it again, and went back with Xiao Qi.

After returning to the Furong Palace, Xiao Yuanzi and Xiao Liangzi were no longer there, and I heard Xiao Li say that they were already preparing later.

"Niangniang, Xiaojing has been brought back by me and placed in the backyard."

"Call her."

Chu Yu took a sip of the tea he had always loved, but at the moment, he didn't taste it at all.

I miss the taste of the silver needles of Junshan Mountain.

She seemed to be greedy for a moment of freshness, but she ended up like a layman, Chu Yuxi smiled self-deprecatingly.

Xiao Qi was on the side, but he didn't speak. She had seen Ye Hansi coming out of Ganlin Palace before, and his face was not good-looking. I think they are making some kind of awkward trouble, so I am also worried about it.

After Xiao Jing was called, Chu Yuxi didn't let her kneel, and let Xiao Li give her a seat.

As soon as she looked at Xiaojing, she couldn't help but think of the hard-working He Yanyi.

There was a low sobbing sound in the house, and Xiaoli and Xiaoqi were inconvenient to come forward to persuade them.

"In the three days since I left the palace, Wei Zhaoyi has found Yanyi?"

It is also difficult to hide the sadness on the small scene. was asked by Chu Yuxi, and saw her crying again, she actually began to wipe her tears, "Back to Niangniang, He Meiren remembered Niangniang's words, and she didn't go out much." ”

It wasn't until later that Xiaoling came to the door. Later, when the slave accompanied He Meiren to the imperial garden to hang out, she met An Jieyu, and He Meiren chatted with her for half an afternoon, and she was very close to her. That night, He Meiren personally made fresh peony flower cakes, and then ......"

"It's me who hurt the smoke instrument, it's me who hurt the smoke instrument......"

Chu Yuxi wrung the Jinpa in his hand as he spoke, and refused to stop until he was wrinkled by himself.

"The day after He Meiren drowned, Yan Jieyu asked people to come over and take her relics to be cremated...... Xiao Jing took out an eight-strand jade fan with exquisite workmanship from his cuffs, and continued, "The slave maid saw He Meiren playing with this jade fan all the time, and she felt that it was bound to be important to her, so she secretly hid it. ”

Chu Yuxi stretched out his hand to take it, and he could vaguely smell the faint peony fragrance emanating from it.

The fan surface of the jade fan is also a peony flower, and He Yanyi really loves this peony.

"Xiaojing, you will be working in my palace from tomorrow, and I will keep you worry-free."

After Chu Yuxi finished speaking, she asked Xiao Qi to take her down.

"Where's Xiaoling?"

"At this time, it should have been taken out by Xiaoyuanzi."

"If she was really instigated by Wei Zhaoyi, and Xiaojing is now in my hands...... It doesn't matter if Xiao Ling dies, and it doesn't matter to Wei Yiyi. ”

If she really wanted to hide it, then Xiaojing would not have lived until now, and Wei Zhaoyi was really rampant.

No wonder Ye Hansi will also say that she can't do anything with Wei Yiyi, and the current situation is indeed like this.

"Little Li, I don't want to stay in this palace anymore."

Chu Yu sighed suddenly, and the tears in the corners of his eyes had dried.

Seeing that Xiaoli was embarrassed and silent, Chu Yuxi said to herself: "This palace is full of intrigues, I have nothing, what can I do to fight her?" ”

Chu Yuxi asked Xiaoli to take out a jar of peach blossom wine from He Yanyi's purchase list. 19th Floor Literature

Xiaoli knew that she was ready to get drunk tonight, and she didn't plan to dissuade her. just intimately asked the kitchen to prepare some side dishes, afraid that she would hurt her stomach by drinking.

Chu Yuxi drank for most of the night, and then lay on the table and fell asleep.

She doesn't talk when she's drunk, she's quieter than ever when she's drunk.

The red candle by the window still emitted a faint light, and a figure flashed between the lights.

……

I have to say that this wine is really a good thing, and Chu Yuxi felt refreshed when he woke up on the second day. Yesterday's troubles were all eaten with that half jar of wine, and they are gone.

She still asked Xiaoli to take out the crescent white palace dress and put it on.

During breakfast, Xiaoyuanzi came in to report the situation of last night, "The slave did not follow Niangniang's instructions, but covered her to death and threw her into the grass near Chaohua Palace." ”

It's the same no matter how you die, so Chu Yuxi doesn't care about this process.

And Xiaoyuanzi is also doing well, if she dies miserably, there are too many people who attract attention, and it is not good for her.

Chu Yuxi tasted the jujube paste cake on the plate with an indifferent face. In fact, she expected in her heart that Wei Zhaoyi would not come over after seeing the corpse, because she was weak-hearted.

However, before she finished eating her first piece of jujube cake, there was a lot of movement outside.

"Chu Yuxi, you come out for me!"

Wei Yiyi's sharp voice reached her ears far away, and Chu Yuxi was a little irritable, but she still got up and went out.

I saw that Mama Hua and another palace maid came over carrying a stretcher, and it was Xiaoling's corpse on it.

Chu Yuxi pretended to be frightened and took a few steps back, "Isn't this Xiaoling...... How did you die? ”

"Ask you, why did the corpses of the people in your palace appear near my Chaohua Palace? Chu Yuxi, if you want to harm me again, you don't have to find this despicable means, right? ”

"Sister, I don't have ......"

Chu Yuxi gave Xiaoli on the side a look, and saw her answer: "Back to Wei Zhaoyi, Xiaoling did something wrong last night, and the slave maid just said a few words to her, who would have thought that she would leave in a bad mood, and she has not come back until now." ”

Chu Yuxi said again: "I haven't been in good health for the past two days, and I went to bed early last night. I still thought in my heart that she should come back by herself later, so I let Xiaoqi stay at the door, and I didn't care. ”

"Then how could she die on my side?"

Although Chu Yuxi didn't wait to see Wei Yiyi's pampered and frivolous appearance, she still greeted her with a smile, "Xiaoling's death is not clear, it is really confusing. I'll leave the body to me, and it's my sister's fault that she saw something unclean early in the morning. ”

Xiao Qi went to serve tea, and Chu Yuxi asked Xiao Yuanzi to carry the body down and dispose of it.

He personally invited her to sit in the courtyard.

"Will my sister thoroughly investigate the cause of Xiaoling's death?"

Chu Yuxi pretended to be sad and indignant: "Yanyi's death makes me feel pain to the bone, where do I have the heart to thoroughly investigate the cause of a palace maid's death?" Even if she's dead, will my smoke meter come back? ”

Seeing this, Wei Yiyi had already mocked her thousands of times in her heart.

On his face, he comforted her perfunctorily and said: "Everyone in the palace knows the sisterhood between my sister and He Meiren, but now that the deceased is gone, my sister needs to look forward to be the long-term solution." Again, my sister is now in the highest position, and this harem matter is still waiting for my sister to cook. ”

Xiao Qi brought the tea, but Wei Zhaoyi didn't drink a sip.

"Thank you sister for your care, I will take care of my body as soon as possible."

Wei Zhaoyi got up lazily, "If my sister is fine, I'll go back first." I still have a bunch of medical books to read, and I'll come back to see my sister when I'm free. ”

Her reaction really doesn't look like she's weak-hearted, could it be that she's become smart lately?

Chu Yuxi sent her out in person with doubts.