"Did you see anything special about Hua Ling'er's corpse?"

Honghong thought for a moment and replied, "It's not the same as when other women die." They are all big-eyed and white-faced. ”

"Sister, do you doubt my ability again?"

Ever since he was born, Murong Xue had despised him for being small and weak, and every time she talked to him, she felt like she was questioning his abilities.

"No, I'm just confused. Hua Ling'er is from the Red Cloud Continent like you, and she shouldn't be so easy to be killed by you using spells to control her soul. ”

Hua Ling'er died, and some secrets of the year also sank into the sea.

Now that there is only Wei Chishi left, his grandfather was so good to him, why would he suddenly betray the relatives who had raised him for many years?

This is also a difficult mystery to solve, and she has looked through a lot of people and materials, but she has not been able to solve this puzzle.

Honghong wiped the ink on his face and looked at a big flower face, but he was still smiling happily.

"It's a secret."

With Honghong's words, she was relieved. This shows that Hua Ling'er is really dead, and it's a pity to say it.

"You two should go back to the suburban house first, and the matter here should be almost taken care of."

With the actions of the king's evil traces, the process of the case will become faster.

If it weren't for Honghong telling her the truth, she would have been a little suspicious that Jun Evil Mark was his own son.

Compared with a few days ago, it is rare to see those people in a hurry in the palace now, and those palace maids and eunuchs are much calmer.

The scene of reprimanding the palace people in their hands and teaching them palace rules skills belongs to the public monopoly has started the original cycle process again.

It's just that when they pass by the palaces of those who have died, they all walk in and run out quickly.

No one dared to take a second look and say a word.

"Princess Murong, congratulations on escaping again." Murong Jiechen was practicing calligraphy, and he didn't expect Murong Xuetian to take the initiative to come to him.

The sudden death of so many concubines and ministers in the palace has a visible impact on the outside and inside of the palace, and her mother also died in this "accident".

It can be seen that his hatred for Murong Xuetian is not as simple as usual, and he can't hear congratulations from his words, he escaped this time, and he may not have such good luck next time.

"Why did King Qi Sheng come to this point?" What does it mean to ask knowingly? That's what she's talking about.

Murong Juechen did not stop the movements in his hand, and dipped the ink zi, and the uniform brush instantly became full.

"The third brother has already treated this accident as a plague, and those assassins have also found a stand-in."

Wielding an ink pen, on a piece of white rice paper, there are no fair and neat words, and a large and full horizontal line appears.

"Shouldn't the second brother congratulate you?"

Two more dots fell on the paper, also full of ink rhyme, and all emotions seemed to be integrated into those dots of ink.

The black ones can't see clearly, they can't see clearly.

"Then sister, thank you brother for your congratulations."

Jun Evil Scar is really fast, and what was decided in the morning will be done in the afternoon. That old thing of Murong Xuanzong also believed this nonsense.

He is afraid that he will not have the ability to block the mouths of millions of people.

"Brother, sister advises you. It's not that they don't report it, the time has not come, if they had a little pity back then, they wouldn't end up like this. ”

The brush in Murong Jiechen's hand paused, "Do you have to do this?" ”

His question was like a big joke, and there was never a halfway point to what she was going to do.

After so many years of preparation and planning, although the process is a little biased, what does it matter? As long as the result is the same.

In the end, they did not die in their own fear, they were extremely sad and afraid, fell into their own dreams, and could never wake up.

He could only be hastily buried as if he were the living dead.

"I won't give up my original intention, third brother, you are so self-conscious."

Glancing at the desk, there was only a handful left on the desk, and he left the room.

Murong Juechen made up for that hand, and a complete "annihilation" jumped on the paper with a murderous aura. The wind blowing in front of the window opened the page.

The white paper on top of each other can still see the word clearly after blowing through the twenty or so pages.

"Murong Xuetian." The brush "creaked" and was broken with the sound of the name falling.

After leaving, Murong Xue turned a corner and came to the original palace of Concubine Ji Yan.

Generally, when a concubine dies, it is not allowed to hang a white cloth, but as one of the four concubines, Concubine Xian is an exception.

Today is the first day after the burial of the concubine, in accordance with the rules of the palace, after the concubine is buried, all the white strips of spiritual cloth must be removed and replaced with red silk on the same day.

The palace ladies and eunuchs are now busy redecorating the palace, and there is no obscure atmosphere to be seen.

Seeing Murong Xue coming, they put down their work and greeted her politely, not stopping her from moving forward.

In the palace, Murong Xuetian is equivalent to a second ancestor, except for the emperor, she is the biggest. You can go wherever you want, no one can stop you, and no one dares to stop you.

"This is the box that Ji Yu had to hold when she was dying?" Pointing to a box, he asked Ji Yu's personal palace maid Ah Yu.

Ah Yu stared at the box in a daze, not daring to speak. Looking at the box, it was like seeing the scene of the master's death at that time.

"Yes, yes......"

"Why didn't you turn it in?"

Those who are not honored to be buried can let the people closest to them in their lives pick some of the owner's favorite objects as burial objects and bury them with the owner.

Since this box was held by Ji Yu before his death, it is enough to prove the owner's love for this box.

"Lord, the master said before that if she is gone, this box must not be buried with her."

"Oh. Is that so? Open the box. "Order Ah Yu.

Ah Yu trembled and didn't move. But under Murong Xue's repeated intimidation, he honestly explained the reason.

"The slave doesn't have a key."

"Smash it open."

She just wants to see what is in it that can make Baby Ji like this.

Ah Yu was resigned, prevaricated, and finally brought a small stone and a handful.

Standing in front of the table, I didn't dare to attack the box.

"The slave didn't dare to smash it, the mother said that she would give this box to King Qi Sheng, if King Qi Sheng blamed it, the slave and maid would not be enough to cut off even ten heads."

Murong Xue sat down domineeringly, not giving Ah Yu a chance to refute.

"If you don't, then you won't have enough to cut off your head right now."

Although she didn't have a knife or gun on her, her movements and behavior told her that she didn't have a choice now.

With trembling hands, he smashed the stone on the lock for a while, and looked outside from time to time, hoping that someone would come and stop him.

In the end, the lock was only connected to the top and inlaid only a little, and the last stone went down, and the lock fell completely. Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "Proud Black Concubine Jiezhong Literature" for free for the first time.