After talking for a long time, he still didn't answer Meng Hui's words, but was frankly admitting his request, although Meng Hui's face did not change, but he was already impatient in his heart, he raised his eyebrows lightly: "What if I don't agree to your request?"

Hua Ying's face did not change, but said calmly: "Gongzi Shicai asked how Hua Ying came in, and Hua Ying replied that she walked in," she Yingying asked, "Do you know why the elite soldiers you arranged inside and outside the mansion let me in so easily?"

Meng Hui frowned slightly, and Hua Ying continued: "With some wind softening, they," her expression softened, "and they became very well-behaved."

Meng Hui raised his eyebrows: "You poisoned them?" ”

It is a well-known poison in the rivers and lakes, which invades the nasal cavity with the wind, the effect is very strong, and the effect is wide, which can make the surrounding people inhale without knowing it, and the recipient will lose his voice, and then enter a brief syncope unconscious, if the dose is too much, people will fall into a coma and never wake up.

However, the material and process of the wind softening are complex, it is kneaded with purebred fox eyeballs in the blood water, and then used the white lotus condensation of the Nayang Snow Valley White Lotus Dripping, and then the volcanic ash of the Xichuan Lianchi is blended together, the first two have been hard to find in the world, and the volcanic ash in the back is uneventful for hundreds of years.

The woman in red stretched out her right hand, the translucent silk sleeves hung down to her elbows, her slender fingers were white and flawless, like a fine white porcelain tribute, she stroked her right hand with her left hand, and her eyes were dark: "Childe, do you know how much poison is on Hua Ying's right hand?" ”

At a cursory glance, her right hand is no different from an ordinary person, but if you look closely, you can see that the skin on the back of her hand is densely snaked with reddish meridians.

Under the skin of the back of a normal person's hand are light blue veins, and her venous catheter has been smelted into a sickly reddish color by medicine.

She looked at Meng Hui and said word by word: "I don't know if the son remembers, I just ...... on the boat" The woman had a beautiful face, and approached the edge of Meng Hui's white robe, her voice was very soft, but the words were like stones.

Meng Hui's face changed, and his light and breezy eyes suddenly condensed, like a night that had accumulated wind and rain, invisible and cold.

The moon is like a basin of water in the hands of the palace maid, golden and golden, and when it is touched, it sinks straight and straight, and the sonorous sound is also the chirping of a group of chickens looking up to the sky.

The next day, when Lianzhou got up, he found that the eyes of the maids were a little strange, this strangeness was not like the previous contempt with force because she was a prostitute, their eyes, with a little caution, mixed with a subtle joy, and in an instant seemed to fall a little sigh.

Although Lian Zhou didn't notice it in detail, he always felt that the expressions of these servants were really suspicious.

When they lowered their heads to wash and dress her, Lian Zhou didn't feel a moment of trance, before at the post station, Zhong Liyu's maids also served her like this, and they also looked at her with that kind of disdain, but because of Zhong Liyu's intentional or unintentional mention, those palace maids did not dare to be disrespectful to her, but provided her like a princess.

Thinking of the crown princess, Lian Zhou thought about that day, the wind on the top floor stirred the man's long hair, his robe hunted and danced, and the man had a faint dimple on his cheeks, as if jokingly said to her, reward you to be a princess to play, okay?

Lian Zhou sighed in his heart, Zhong Liyu is really a good person, but she is not his Xiao Song, her heart has been taken first, I hope Zhong Liyu can find someone who is truly worthy of his cherishment.

"Huanxiang, do you say that the young master likes to favor the woman in the hook bar? This Song Lianzhou is, and the woman in red this morning doesn't look like a woman from a good family. The maid said in a low voice as she walked.

Cangzhou is adjacent to Lingyang, these maids were transferred by Meng Hui from Cangzhou's former residence, Cangzhou and Hanjiang are not far from each other, and the people are more open than Yu, plus these maids are less restrained in Cangzhou on weekdays, so as soon as they are free, they gossip outside the kitchen.

Now the rest of the people were busy in the kitchen, and after the maid Huanxiang and Xiyu chose to stop the dishes, they relaxed their guard and chatted there.

Shangsheng has a humid climate, many trees with many waters, and several camphor trees have a slight vigorous outline in mid-spring, overlapping together, and fine fragments and mottled can be seen between dense branches and leaves.

Xiyu took the conversation and replied: "What kind of woman doesn't look like a good family, today I heard the young master call her Hua Ying, do you know who Hua Ying is?" It's the top brand of shame. ”

"I remember that the young master didn't like to come into contact with women, but I didn't expect that he was even more romantic than ordinary people, and he actually liked the Qinglou woman, and I don't know when Hua Ying came, why she came, we don't know."

"Whatever, Huanxiang, let me tell you, this is a good show, I can tell you, I really can't get used to that Song Lianzhou, don't look at her watery appearance, in fact, her heart is very poisonous, I heard that she is not soft on killing, and I don't know how the young master can fall in love with this kind of rakshasa ."

Huanxiang nodded and said, "You see, the young master will get tired of her after he gets his hands on her, otherwise how can I explain that the young master brought a Lingyang Oiran back." ”

Xiyu was about to echo, but heard a clear female voice coming from behind, the voice was soft and sweet, like a water town oar beating lightly in the morning light, long and long.

"Brought an Oiran back?" The voice is still sweet and soft, without the slightest deterrent, but it invisibly makes the two tongue-chewing maids creepy.

"Song ...... Miss Song ......" Huanxiang's face changed greatly, "How are you ...... How did it come? ”

Since she is the young master's woman, she has someone to provide her with delicious food and drink, so there is no reason to come to a place like the kitchen.

Lian Zhou leaned against the tree slightly, the morning light hit her fair and beautiful little face, gilding a light halo, she replied with a light smile: "How can you know so much information if you don't come to this kitchen?" ”

Xiyu's face changed, could it be that this Song Lianzhou came to this kitchen for nothing else, just to listen to the corner?

"Miss Song...... I...... We ......" Xiyu hurriedly begged for mercy.

Lian Zhou's eyebrows raised slightly: "I'm also a woman who has something to do with your young master, maybe it's still your future young lady," she raised her slender neck, "You call yourself a slave, will you know the times?" ”

When Huanxiang heard this, he secretly said in his heart, good for you, a prostitute surnamed Song, you have not entered the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion and are pretentious, phew, young lady, you are dreaming.

But his mouth was very humble, and his head was lowered to the dust: "Miss Song is right, slave, slave knows wrong." ”

Lian Zhou stepped forward step by step, she was wearing a magnolia-colored dress today, her eyebrows and eyes were watery, and when the corners of her lips were slightly curved, there was a dappled ray of sunlight. She walked over, squatted down, gently pinched Xiyu's chin, narrowed her slightly long eyes, and said, "Am I like a rakshasa ? ”

No matter whether the expression is an action, it is all strangely gentle, as if she is simply asking, but Xiyu is still frightened, and she snorts: "No...... It's not like ......."

Lian Zhouwaner: "You mean to say that I'm not like a rakshasa," Xiyu nodded again and again, but Lian Zhou continued, "I'm a rakshasa at all, right?" ”

Xiyu was dumbfounded, and hurriedly said, "It's not ......"

"You're wrong, I am." She smiled, "I can kill you right now." ”

"For ...... Why? The little maid asked reflexively, completely forgetting what she had just said.

"If I want a reason to kill someone, am I still a rakshasa?"

Xiyu suddenly felt that the end was approaching.