After a few more days, there seemed to be nothing major happening in the palace, and the criticism and panic caused by the death of the ninth princess also faded a little.

But Zhong Xiaoshu always felt that there would be the next person, which caused everyone's panic again.

These days she has a sense of pre-storm tranquility.

I was listless every day, I didn't know what I was thinking, only when Yuanyuan and Yin Zhige were there, there was a little smile on my face.

It's just that there is always a melancholy between the eyebrows, and I ponder every day.

About five days later, another incident broke out in the palace, causing panic.

Empress Dowager Wen just gave birth to a child who suddenly swallowed her breath, and it is said that the baby still had a sweet smile on her face when she died, and her childishness was still gone.

It was obviously in a sweet dream, but he died violently for no reason.

Since then, Empress Dowager Wen has been washing her face with tears all day long, crying for her dead child, and crying for her loneliness.

The palace people once saw that the Empress Dowager Wen held the deceased little prince and refused to let go, and she muttered over and over again that it was the ninth princess who harmed her.

When she was alive, she was alone, and when she was a ghost, she also wanted to take a few people to the underworld to accompany her.

"It's all her, it's all her ......"

Empress Dowager Wen held the child in one hand, her eyes were gentle, and her clothes were wet with tears.

But in an instant, the whole face was distorted like a ghost, looking terrifying and pitiful, terrifying.

She shouted her child's nickname over and over again, crying in a low voice, with resentment and curses.

"May the ninth princess be beaten into the eighteenth floor of the underworld, and she will not be able to suffer from ordinary people, and it is not a pity to die......"

In the midst of the vicious curse, she cried bitterly and heartbreakingly.

It's annoying, but it's distressing.

After passing through Empress Dowager Wen's palace, everyone in the palace felt creepy, and they were afraid to avoid it.

And these curses, very quickly, spread throughout the three palaces and six courtyards.

In the harem, many people are like sitting on pins and needles, and they act more cautiously without revealing a trace of horses.

I'm afraid that the next one to become a ghost is himself.

Zhong Xiaoshu was not too surprised when he heard this, because he had been worried enough in the past few days.

Now that I hear it, I don't feel so terrifying, listening to Empress Dowager Wen's madness.

She sighed, her gaze seemed a little more distant, and then suddenly came back to her senses and waved her hand.

"Bury him well and comfort the Queen Mother."

Zhong Xiaoshu's panic in the past few days is indeed true.

Yin Zhige is busy with government affairs, so naturally he has no leisure time to take care of the affairs of the harem, and besides, this matter should be in charge of her, the queen.

The sorrow between Zhong Xiaoshu's eyebrows seemed to be deeper, according to the palace people, Empress Dowager Wen firmly believed that the ninth princess was a powerful ghost who killed her child.

But the ghosts and gods say that Zhong Xiaoshu, who is a modern person, does not believe it.

But what is the relationship between the ninth princess and the little prince who died suddenly?

This seems to be a mystery that cannot be solved or solved.

Zhong Xiaoshu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and then he fell into the quilt.

I stopped thinking about these messy and nerve-wracking things, but slept peacefully.

And Empress Dowager Wen doesn't know if there is no one to tell or why, since the death of her child, she has been crying and crying in Kunning Palace every day to wash her face with tears.

The crying was heartbreaking and hoarse and miserable, which made everyone in Kunning Palace sad, but they were helpless.

Zhong Xiaoshu listened, day after day, every time she wanted to lose her temper, she saw Empress Dowager Wen's caring and caring eyes.

couldn't help but soften his heart, so he waved his hand.

That's it, so be it.

Rubbing his eyebrows, his eyes full of helplessness fell on Empress Dowager Wen's well-maintained face, and thousands of words finally turned into a faint sigh.

As a mother, she couldn't sleep even when Yuanyuan fell into the water, and she was extremely worried, not to mention, she lost it......

At a certain moment, Zhong Xiaoshu suddenly understood Empress Dowager Wen's mood.

Suppressing the distraction in her heart and smiling gently at her, that is the understanding of the same mother.

After Zhong Xiaoshu understood Empress Dowager Wen's mood, the palace people came again that the ninth princess had indeed committed suicide and had nothing to do with everyone.

For a while, I felt guilty and distressed, what did I suffer to make a woman in her prime force like this?

I'm afraid that all thoughts will be lost, so I will cut myself.

Zhong Xiaoshu closed her eyes and looked like the ninth princess was whispering that day, and she felt more and more pitiful.

The next day, Empress Dowager Wen suddenly stopped coming, and without the cry, Zhong Xiaoshu seemed to be a little unaccustomed to it, so he sent someone to inquire.

Empress Dowager Wen is crazy!

Now I'm destroying the tweed in the Imperial Garden!

Zhong Xiaoshu hurriedly tidied up and rushed to the Imperial Garden, and arrived after a while.

Looking at this situation, she was a little confused.

Empress Dowager Wen grabbed a blooming chrysanthemum. The flower flowed cautiously between its eyebrows, as if it was afraid of damaging it.

To the flower, she called her child's nickname over and over again, and her voice was in her ears and in her heart.

Like crying, like madness.

She turned her eyes, her eyes were sinister, and she laughed out loud, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were like torches, staring in a certain direction, laughing maniacally.

"It's funny, there are no ghosts and gods, but people are just unpredictable."

"What nine princesses, it's just a disguise, you, you, this scapegoat is really good, this palace admires, hahaha."

"The title is virtue, outsiders say that you have both ability and political integrity, but you are really worthy of this German word, what an irony!"

"A hypocritical face, how many people have been deceived! The mouth is affectionate, and the subordinates are merciless. ”

……

Zhong Xiaoshu's pupils shrank, his eyes flashed in surprise, didn't the child die violently?

Then I suddenly remembered, De, in the harem, could it be the Empress Dowager De in the name of De?

According to Empress Dowager Wen, everything was planned by her?

Zhong Xiaoshu looked at the crazy Empress Dowager Wen in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The Empress Dowager De's family background can't help but say......

After a while, she took a deep look at Empress Dowager Wen and sent someone to send her back, her complexion changed several times, turning from green to white.

If everything was planned by the respected Empress Dowager, how terrible and terrifying would the Empress Dowager be ingrained in everyone's hearts?

Zhong Xiaoshu didn't dare to think about it anymore, and returned to Kunning Palace with a somewhat hasty face, seeing Yuanyuan's quiet and peaceful sleeping face, his eyebrows relaxed, and he relaxed his heart slightly.

The moon outside the window seemed to be covered with a layer of blood, looking treacherous and desolate, and everyone looked panicked and innocent.

When Zhong Xiaoshu was about to fall asleep, a grandmother dressed up quietly visited Kunning Palace, saying that she was sent by the Empress Dowager De, and asked the queen mother to meet her at this moment.

The palace people conveyed the news to her, and Zhong Xiaoshu frowned.

Thinking of today's everything, I couldn't bear the curiosity in my heart, nodded, dressed up, and went to the palace where the Empress Dowager De was.

The blood outside the window seemed to be thicker, and walking on the road of the deep palace, there seemed to be a kind of chilling coldness.

penetrated into her bone marrow, and only made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at this sky, it was like smeared with ink, and the faint blood color was particularly conspicuous, which made Zhong Xiaoshu's heart skip a beat, and he was surprised.