At this moment, Uncle Xu had already wrapped the rest of the decoction, he turned his head to look, and saw Yan Bingbing staring at the bowl of dark brown medicinal juice, pursing his lips, moving his steps, and slowly stretched out his hand......

But the moment her fingertips touched the wall of the bowl, she suddenly stumbled under her feet, knocked over the bowl of medicine at once, and fell to the ground herself.

The juice splashed everywhere, and the remnants of the small porcelain bowl shattered to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Ling Ran hurriedly stretched out his hand to help her up, Yan Bingbing smiled bitterly, and rubbed her sore knees and elbows:

"It's okay, it's just that I've suffered my hard-boiled baby, but it's okay, Bingbing will go back and boil some more for myself."

"Alas," Ling Ran glanced at the remnants of juice on the ground with pity, but suddenly remembered a question and looked at Yan Bingbing, "But Sister Bingbing is also versatile, when did you learn this?" ”

"Then my sister doesn't know anything......" Yan Bingbing's tone was relaxed at this time, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

"Then you have a good chat, the old man will leave first." Uncle Xu smiled kindly, and when he saw Ling Ran nodding, he picked up the medicine box and the baggage and walked out, gradually disappearing into the silhouette of the setting sun.

It didn't take long for Yan Bingbing to also walk out of Ling Ran's bedroom, and at this time the sun had already set and it was already dark.

She returned to her room, pushed the door in, and was about to close the door, but suddenly her mouth was covered by a black shadow that suddenly burst out, and she couldn't ......

And it was on this night that the news that Ling Ran kept stabbing Chu Yijun when he was poisoned spread far and wide, and even spread more and more evilly, and when Chu Yijun came forward the next day, Ye Xun had already told him like this:

"Lord, my subordinates heard a rumor in the palace last night that the princess Niangniang is a remnant of the previous dynasty, and she assassinated you for revenge."

"The ...... of the relics" Chu Yijun smiled involuntarily, "It's really going to be passed on." Can you see the faces of those people? ”

"Please forgive the lord, the subordinates wanted to come forward to see clearly, but as soon as the palace maids saw their subordinates, they quickly dispersed, but the subordinates followed one of them and found that the person had entered the ...... later" Ye Xun stepped forward and whispered in his ear.

"Oh? But this doesn't mean anything," Chu Yijun sat on the chair and silently took a sip of tea, "After a while, you go and call Prime Minister Ling." ”

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"Your Majesty." Prime Minister Ling stood still in front of him, his eyes swept over the case in front of him, and he caught a glimpse of a bright yellow volume of the Decree of the Queen.

Chu Yijun made a color to Ye Xun on the side, and when the door was closed, only when they were left, he opened the door and said:

"Father-in-law, I just want to hear a true answer from you when I call you this time."

Ling Jin retracted his gaze and looked at him, "It's okay for the emperor to ask, and the ministers will do their best to answer." ”

"Your youngest daughter, but from your wife?" Chu Yijun's dark eyes stared at him tightly, as long as he didn't hesitate at all, he would immediately affirm that he would immediately issue this holy decree after the establishment of the post, announce it to the world, and wash away the rumors.

However, Ling Jin didn't answer this question immediately, he paused for half a second, raised his eyes and asked:

"May I ask the emperor, what does this mean?"

"I want to know the truth, all you have to do is answer, yes or no." Chu Yijun looked at his reaction, and his heart sank a little.

Ling Jin's palms were full of sweat at the moment, but he didn't hesitate any longer, and his eyes when he looked at Chu Yijun revealed a firmness:

"Yes."

"Okay." Chu Yijun looked back, and his slender fingers stroked the golden edge of the holy decree, "Ye Xun, send Prime Minister Ling back to his house." ”

Ruohe, who had been waiting outside the door of the imperial study for a long time, immediately flashed in when he saw Ling Jin and Ye Xun coming out.

Chu Yijun didn't raise his head, "Checked?" ”

"Yes, Lord," said Wakaho, pointing at a scroll of paintings on the table in his bosom, and gesturing at them:

"When the Great Thousand Kingdom was destroyed by the first emperor, the queen of the Great Thousand Kingdom absconded through the back door with the infant little princess, but was killed by random arrows on the way...... I heard that on that day, it snowed heavily, and the heavy snow quickly buried her body.

"Dozens of days later, the snow melted. The Emperor passed by with his troops and found her remains. It was determined that she was the Gong clan because the emperor recognized the jade pendant she often wore...... As for the little princess in swaddling clothes, his subordinates asked the soldiers who passed by back then, and they were not impressed.

“…… But at that time, the wind and snow were so heavy, and the snow fell for ten days and ten nights, and the subordinates felt that the baby was also unlucky. Ruohe said all this in one breath, only to feel that his tongue was a little dry.

There was a long silence.

There was silence all around, save for the rustling of leaves outside the window.

She turned her head to look out the window, and saw the shadows of the trees swaying gently in the night wind, and she suddenly felt a chill.

Looking back at this imperial study, she suddenly found that this study was very simple, a wooden table, two wooden chairs, a wall of calligraphy and paintings, a candle lamp, and that's it.

The candlelight on the case, swaying gently with the wind, cast Chu Yijun's figure of quietly thinking on the wall with his cheeks on his cheeks.

"Do you remember where the body of the Gong family was found at that time?" Chu Yijun leaned back in the chair, clasped his hands behind his head, and looked at her.

Ruohe lowered his eyes, quietly recalled for a while, and said, "Those soldiers have different words on this matter, some say that the back door of the palace goes to the east, and some say that they go west, and there is no way for their subordinates to verify. ”

After a while, just when a wave of sleepiness had hit her, Chu Yijun suddenly spoke:

"You go back and get some rest. Tomorrow night, you, Ye Xun, and then bring five or six guards, and say that in order to investigate an old case, the east side of our cemetery will converge. ”

"Yes, Lord."

When Ruohe closed the door, Chu Yijun also closed his eyes tiredly, his heavy and sour arms naturally drooped, and he fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

The next day, when the presenter entered the study as usual, he saw this scene.

As soon as he heard the sound, Chu Yijun immediately woke up, looked at the comer vigilantly, and when he saw it clearly, he let down his guard a little, and was about to move the scroll on the case away, but suddenly noticed that there was still a piece of paper pressed under the scroll.

And he picked up the piece of paper, looked left and right, turned it over and over, but he didn't see a word, it was clean and empty.

He was slightly shocked in his heart, could it be Ruohe?

But last night he remembered clearly, Ruohe didn't press anything under the painting, and he knew her temperament, such a secretive thing, Ruohe couldn't do it.

Who would that be?

Is anyone hinting at something?

Chu Yijun's heart was shocked, he didn't expect that there were people in the palace who were so strong in martial arts that they sneaked into his study, and he didn't know it.

It seems that in this palace, we have to strengthen our guards......

Chu Yijun locked the blank paper in the drawer, took the fold, picked up the brush and read it, but the knots on his pair of sword eyebrows couldn't be opened for a long time.