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Zi Ling suspected in her heart that Liu Ruxin had placed the musk sachet in the crack of the wall behind her soft couch. However. In addition to subjective speculation. And what proof does she have? yes. No witnesses. There is no physical evidence. There is only one ordinary bag that no one picks up when it falls to the ground. Even if this matter is indeed Liu Ruxin's doing. What could she do?

Sit at the table. Hold your head and look at the bag carefully. Rummage anyway. I can't find a clue. Ay. If it is in the XXI century. That's fine. All kinds of advanced technologies are used. Anyway, you can also identify fingerprints, sweat stains, DNA, and the like.

"Miss. Are we going to tell the emperor about this?" Yunu asked cautiously. She hoped that Zi Ling would tell the emperor about it. Let the emperor find out the real culprit behind this. Avenge the little prince who died young. Otherwise. She's unwilling.

"Tell him how." Zi Ling said leisurely. There is only one ordinary sachet. A subjective and speculative rhetoric. These. And what can it prove?" Moreover. Meng Hongyu may not be concerned about this matter. Hasn't he always hated the intrigues of the harem the most? He didn't just like a noble son. And have you forgotten the pain of losing your child? Isn't he intoxicated by the sound of the piano as white as frost? Tell him. What's the use

She won't tell him. She wants to use her intelligence and intelligence to find out the real culprit behind it. and then personally sent the real murderer behind the scenes to Huangquan Road. She must avenge her child. Avenge Su Zirong. Avenge your lost happiness and dead kindness.

Zi Ling raised his head slightly. Hand the bag to the jade slave standing beside her. Indifferently instructed the jade slave: "Wash this sachet clean. Then go to the House of Internal Affairs to find an identical brocade. Look like this sachet. Twenty identical sachets."

The jade slave looked at Zi Ling in confusion. I don't know what she's telling herself to do these things. Even if the young lady doesn't want to tell the emperor about it. Then it's time to throw away this sachet that she hates so much. lest you be saddened by the sight of things. Even if Miss doesn't want to throw away this sachet. I want to keep it as physical evidence one day. That's not going to have to cut twenty identical sachets. This is an anomaly. It made the jade slave worry again.

"You can just cut it like that. I'm useful." Zi Ling said with a smile in the candlelight. Her eyes were sparkling. Not sad or happy. Not angry. Have no bottom.

Since Miss said it was useful. Then do it, and the jade slave retreats as promised. I went to prepare for what the spirit commanded.

As soon as the jade slave left. Zi Ling's eyes turned red. endure the grief and indignation in my heart. She slowly paced to the window. Push open the window. I saw a burst of snow white between heaven and earth. The world after being covered up by snow and being filthy and ugly. White and clear. It's as pure as heaven.

If in the past. See such a quiet dark night snow scene. The spirit of the child will be filled with joy and good thoughts. Yet at the moment. Her heart has been occupied by anger and hatred. Her kindness and innocence. It has been seized by intrigue. Therefore. Such a silvery and icy snow scene. But it was enough to ignite the anger in her heart one day. I'll make a spring. With a warm red sun. Melt away the snow that is causing the abuse. Let the world reveal its original filthy face.

Suddenly. The sound of a clear flute came from the night sky. The sound of the flute is crisp and long. Like a babbling stream. Like tinkling spring water. It is like a birdsong. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark. Disperse into the cold wind all over Miyagi. Who is playing the flute. Trying to use the sound of the flute to lure the Son of Heaven to sleep. Zi Ling couldn't help but sneer in his heart, since Bai Rushuang used the sound of the piano to attract Meng Hongyu. And after growing favored. The ignorant women of the harem rushed to follow suit. Seemingly. This palace will soon be turned into a Liyuan Theater.

Sitong Hospital. Meng Hongyu was leaning on the couch. Quietly listen to the white frost playing the piano. Suddenly. A faint flute intrudes into the sound of the piano. Disrupted the clear rhyme of the piano sound.

"Stop." Meng Hongyu waved his hand and said to Bai Rushuang.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Bai Rushuang's slightly raised right hand stopped in mid-air. She looked at Meng Hongyu in astonishment.

The piano stopped. The surroundings were suddenly much quieter. Meng Hongyu listened again. Sure enough, there was a crisp flute sound. The sound of the flute lingers in the ears. Clear as gurgling water. And listen to this melody. How is it so familiar. Could it be that "that person" has returned?

Meng Hongyu Huo Ran stood up. Hurried to the window. Push the window open violently. A cold wind poured in. The sound of the flute is also more and more clearly heard, this song is "Jiang Lou Yue". That's right. This is a tune composed by "that man" himself. It's also his favorite song when he was young.

"Lu Yao." Meng Hongyu called coldly. Lu Yao suddenly appeared outside the window." You go check it out. Where did this flute come from?"

"Obedience." Lu Yao took over the task. and then vanished.

"Your Majesty." Bai Rushuang didn't know when he came to Meng Hongyu's side. Delicately called softly. The emperor doesn't like the tunes played by his concubines. The concubine changed the bullet. It's good."

"No need." Meng Hongyu said sullenly. He waved his hand at Bai Rushuang." I don't want to hear it."

White as frost stood quietly aside. Don't dare to speak again. In his heart, he secretly wondered why the emperor could be so nervous when he heard the sound of the flute. This flute sounds. What's the mystery? Or the emperor likes this flute. Don't want to hear my piano anymore. Which vixen plays the flute in the middle of the night? Could it be that he wanted to use the flute to charm the emperor?

White as frost is secretly angry. I don't want the flute to stop suddenly. Bai Rushuang lowered his head and snickered with joy. However. Meng Hongyu was still standing motionless by the window. It seems that he has not yet recovered from the sound of the flute.

A while. Lu Yao is back. He suddenly appeared outside the window again. Report to Meng Hongyu: "Humble duty should be damned. The lowly is following the sound of the flute. Unexpectedly, I was halfway through. The flute stopped...... Therefore. I didn't find out where the flute came from."

"The order goes down. The palace is on alert tonight." Meng Hongyu coldly ordered Meng Hongyu. If you find anything abnormal. Tell me right away."

"Yes." Lu Yao took the order and left.

Meng Hongyu's heart was faintly uneasy. He doesn't know. Is it really "he" who is back. Otherwise. This flute is composed by "him". It has not been widely circulated in the community. Who can play this flute? If it really is "him" who is back. So at this moment." He "must be hiding in this palace. Hold on to him like a vulture. Waiting to pounce at any time. Tear him to shreds. As soon as I thought of it. Meng Hongyu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

I saw Meng Hongyu get up and was about to leave Sitong Hospital. Bai Rushuang thought he was fascinated by the sound of the flute. Go and find the flute. So I panicked. Hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Your Majesty. Where are you going?"

He didn't seem to hear the words of White as Frost. Without looking back, he walked towards the door......