Outside the palace, in the small courtyard where Zhong Weiwei once lived.

The rain flowed down the eaves of the roof in a trickle.

He Lingyi held a dim oil lamp and silently pushed open the door of Zhong Yuan's room.

Zhong Hao was sleeping soundly, and the quilt was kicked to the corner of the bed by him, covering only half of his body.

He Lingyi walked over, gently covered the quilt for him, and saw that the gauze tent was not put down, so he thoughtfully put down the tent again, and pinched a mosquito to death by the way.

Zhong Hao turned over and slept more soundly and sweetly.

He Lingyi withdrew, gently closed the door, locked the door outside, and walked slowly back to the room where he lived.

In the room, a thin figure turned his back to him wiping the rain from his body, heard his voice, and did not look back, and complained:

"This ghost weather, it's really inconvenient to go out, a female official died in the palace, Zheng Gangzhong and Zhao Hongtu checked tightly, and I finally ran out of the hole. Is there something urgent about Childe's recruitment? ”

He Lingyi said lightly: "Zhong Weiwei." ”

The thin figure stopped wiping the water and slowly turned around, revealing a pale and handsome face.

The skin on this face is snow-white, the lips are red, and the eyes are as dark as an abyss.

He smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "Gongzi entered Beijing for her, right?" Otherwise, for so many years, your subordinates have been imploring your son to enter Beijing, but you always don't listen, which makes the old people in the palace feel cold. ”

He Lingyi was noncommittal, and her expression became more and more cold: "I want an antidote." It can be the antidote to the poison in Zhong Weiwei. ”

The visitor automatically sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of water: "What do you want to do with the antidote?" Will she and Chonghua be fulfilled?

In this case, why did you push the boat down the river and help the Zhong family's mother and daughter break up her and Chonghua? ”

"It's none of your business." He Lingyi slammed the table, reached out to seal the collar of the visitor, and dragged him off the ground.

Leaning over and bowing his head, less than an inch away from his face, he whispered: "Mu Xi, what I ask you to do, you just do it, I don't like people who talk a lot." ”

"Yo yo, is Childe angry at the crown?" Mu Xi smiled, her red lips bright as blood.

He approached He Lingyi, his eyes were like silk, and he whispered: "My subordinates have good news to tell Gongzi." ”

He Lingyi glared at him in disgust: "What good news can you have?" ”

"Zhong Weiwei wants to leave the palace, isn't this good news? She thought she was dying, and she didn't want Chonghua to see her embarrassment, and she didn't want to drag Chonghua down and be a burden to him, so she wanted to leave. Her reaction was expected by her subordinates, and her son should give her subordinates a great credit! ”

Mu Xi saw that He Lingyi's expression kept changing, and couldn't help but laugh proudly.

"Zhong Weiwei is only one, Gongzi has already lost to Dongfang Chonghua once, such a rare opportunity, don't you want to seize it and win it back?"

He lowered his voice: "Childe is scheming, if he can really let go and is willing to fulfill, why do he do so many things?" Others don't know, but subordinates know it. ”

He Rongyi slapped him violently.

He was knocked out of the air, knocked to the ground, stood up indifferently, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and smiled faintly:

"It's okay for Childe to want an antidote, but after Zhong Weiwei leaves the palace, this matter is not something I can call the shots alone."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" He Lingyi pulled out his long sword and pointed it at Mu Xi's throat.

Mu Xi smiled like a poisonous snake: "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid!" So many people hide in the dark and can't see the light, lingering, bent on returning to the former scenery.

Childe refused to take them to rebuild their glory, so they came to force me, do you think I like it? ”

He suddenly retracted his smile and slammed his throat into the tip of He Lingyi's sword: "The broken body, living is also a crime, if the son wants to kill, kill it!" ”

The sword flashed, He Lingyi quickly put away the sword, and refused to look at him again with a cold face: "Get out!" ”

Mu Xi laughed again: "Childe, remember your identity, don't let down the thousands of believers who are waiting."

Remember, you are the widow of the Kunlun Hall Master, not an orphan picked up by Zhong Nanjiang on the road, nor is you the first son of the Li Kingdom, it is all a lie.

Think about it, if the Zhong Weiwei sisters and brothers knew your true identity, what would their expressions be? ”

A trace of hatred flashed in He Lingyi's eyes, and he angrily threw the sword in his palm at him.

Mu Xi smiled "hehe", avoided the flying sword, jumped up, popped out of the door, rushed into the rain, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

He Rongyi sat down and fell into deep thought as she watched the flickering lights.

"He Ye?" The little scholar Xia Yi came in with a bucket of hot water and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you resting?" ”

He Lingyi said: "You run for me tomorrow, go to the person named Fang Jian, and ask him to enter the palace for me and bring a letter to Ah Wei...... Be careful not to let anyone on the outside find out. ”

"Yes." Xia Yi twisted the hot handkerchief for him, and went to rummage through him to change his clothes. inadvertently turned out the clothes prepared by Zhong Weiwei, and inevitably exclaimed:

"It's so exquisite, this dress looks so good, I've never seen this cloth, no wonder people say that the royal family is rich and ......"

He Lingyi said coldly: "Take it out and throw it away!" ”

Xia Yi stammered: "This, this...... It's for you, if you throw it away, will she be angry? ”

"Whatever you want." He Lingyi is too lazy to pay attention to Xia Yi, where will Zhong Weiwei prepare for himself?

Zhong Weiwei knew that he only liked comfort and lightness, and never liked these luxurious silk satins, it was obvious that Chonghua deliberately used wealth to suppress him and disgusted him.

Xia Yi happily packed up those luxurious clothes: "Even if you exchange them for money, the little boy spends so much money on medicine every year, and it is like flowing water, which makes people feel distressed." ”

He Lingyi lay down on the bed, staring at the top of the tent, caught up in his own thoughts.

Ge Xiangjun's death caused waves after all.

Because she was afraid of Zhong Weiwei's will, Empress Dowager Wei did not come forward directly, but quietly sent someone to instigate Ge Xiangjun's brother and sister-in-law to make trouble, and then wrote the imperial history book loyal to Wei.

asked to investigate how Ge Xiangjun died, whether he was forced to die by Zhong Weiwei, and even whether Zhong Weiwei instructed someone to kill Ge Xiangjun.

But as soon as the matter began, it was suppressed by Chonghua, Lu, and Xungui, who had been prepared for a long time.

The imperial history who wrote the book was accused of corrupting the law and accepting bribes, and the evidence was conclusive, and he was no longer qualified to serve as the imperial historian.

After the collapse of his reputation, of course, the people and things he admonished were questioned.

Ge Xiangjun's brother and sister-in-law also suddenly turned back, proving that Ge Xiangjun actually didn't want to go out of the palace to marry before he died, they made a fuss, but they were instigated and persecuted by traitors, and they had to obey.

So, the matter came to an end, but near the end, there was another dramatic scene. (To be continued.) )