Jiang Wuchen is the biggest pain point of Ji Yuan, if he hadn't died, the position of the crown princess would have steadily fallen to her, and of course she would be the one who succeeded to the throne now.

My father died, the position of the crown princess ran away, and I had to be disgusted by a substitute for foreign tribute all the year round, as the most noble eldest daughter, Ji Kite definitely couldn't bear it.

But will she poison her biological mother because of this incident? Meng Hui didn't dare to make a conclusion for the time being.

"Did the Forgotten Dust Boy come to send the spirit?" Meng Hui waited until Ji Yuan was far away before he asked the two of them again.

The two nodded in unison, and said softly: "He knelt in the corner, inconspicuous, and the emperor may not remember it when he sees it." The minister deliberately glanced at him a few times, his face was ruddy and shiny, and it was obvious that he was living a very moist life. ”

When Meng Hui heard this, he felt that Ji Yuan was even less suspicious.

If you want to talk about the degree of ruthlessness, Ji Kite must have reached it, and her means and connections are enough to do this. The motive for killing is sufficient, time doesn't have to think about it at all, she is not there, she can always send someone else.

But thinking about it from another angle, this son who forgot the title is still alive and well, and he hasn't lost a single hair, if he does it, why don't he just detain the suspicion on his head?

Meng Hui felt that she would definitely do it instead.

Forget Chen is a great person, and he has no backer in front of the harem, and he only needs to put a fine hat on him, and he can be convicted of poisoning. From the perspective of Ji Kite, it is simply a double win.

I just forgot the dust and jumped around, and I still lived a shiny and slippery fur...... Where is it like a small animal that has lost its owner?

Meng Hui shifted his attention to the two people in front of him again.

Ji's worry-free father has been with the emperor since the time of Qiandi, and he used to be just a waiter, with a low status, and he was able to be promoted to the son of this daughter. There is a biological father who was born as a nameless waiter, and it is against the sky to want to be on the throne.

According to Ji Jin, it is not that Ji Wuwu has not worked hard, but no matter how she looks at it, the chances are very slim, and she herself will not be unclear. Her relationship with the emperor is not good or bad, she is not particularly close, but she has absolutely no grudges, and killing the emperor will do her no good.

The biological father of the third sister Yuzhu is also a son, and his background is only a little better than that of the waiter, and he was taken in a small town when the empress was on his eastern tour, and he was brought back to the palace after being pampered. Like the biological father of the second child, he is the son of his daughter who was promoted after she was born.

These two people have similar backgrounds and statuses, they usually get along well, neither of them has the intention of competing for favor, they are honest people, and they dare not cause trouble to their daughter.

Ji Yuzhu likes beauty like the emperor and Ji Yuan, and loves to watch gorgeous songs and dances, but her usual life is by no means as extravagant as the two of them. She recognizes her status clearly, and like Ji Wuwu, she takes the route of being kind and close to the people.

Compared with Ji Wuwu, Ji Yuzhu was more favored by the emperor. Meng Hui couldn't remember why, and guessed in his heart that it might be because the two had common hobbies and could talk a lot. As for whether there is a deeper reason, we have to continue to understand to know.

Judging from the current situation, the suspicion of Ji Wuwu and Ji Yuzhu is very small, so small that it is almost negligible, if it weren't for the negligible losses suffered before, Meng Hui really wanted to directly exclude the two. But for the sake of prudence, she still didn't cross out the two of them from the small book in her heart.

"Thank you two royal sisters for the point. Last night's vigil, today's sacrifice, I think both of them are tired. ”

Hearing Meng Hui's words, the two immediately said that they were not tired of doing their filial piety for the emperor, but they hadn't eaten yet, and their bodies were a little unable to hold on, so they retired first.

Meng Hui watched the two of them go away, and said to the guard standing on the left who looked like a wood, "Pass the barn in." After saying that, he felt a little hungry, so he then ordered, "By the way, pass the meal." ”

The guard was a tall, thin and delicate woman, with "Shang Yun" written on the token on her waist, her steps were steady as flying, and she looked like an extraordinary martial artist.

The people in Zixia Palace have not been changed, and the personal attendants and guards are all people left behind by the emperor. If Meng wanted to find out the origin and careful thinking of these people, he had to subdue the Zixia Palace barn first, and let him honestly explain which people had taken refuge in Qikang like him.

When the barn entered with trembling steps, Meng Hui was holding a pen and writing the holy decree of reward on paper, and she tried her best to use the instinct of this body, and the handwriting was the same as usual.

She thought about the titles commonly used in this dynasty, and set the titles of the three eldest emperors with a few brushstrokes, as for the fiefdom, she planned to owe it first, and then see the situation later.

The barn knelt on the ground, quiet as a chicken, and did not dare to take the initiative to speak as before, and even breathed very lightly.

Meng Hui finished writing the holy decree, blew the ink that had not dried on it, and looked at it carefully before beckoning the attendant in the distance to seal it. "Barn, how did you do it?"

How long has it been since the barn was stunned? He hadn't even had time to think about whose life he would send!

"Old slave...... The old slave ...... "He doesn't dare to tell the truth, what if the new emperor doesn't deal with him and thinks about himself?" "The old slave is trying to pick a few people and take the eight characters of birth to the National Teacher's Palace to calculate." He can't suppress the new emperor as a minion, but the national teacher can always hold it down, right?

As soon as Gu Cang thought of the transcendent status of the national teacher, he felt that he had the confidence to speak. "If the person you are looking for is not suitable, wouldn't you go to the emperor?"

"The first emperor has the aura of an emperor, who dares to rush at her? If it's not suitable, she'll just scatter her soul again. "Meng Hui is talking nonsense seriously." Don't look for it anymore, you can serve for so many years if you don't match, I don't think it hurts to continue to serve in the future. Shang Yun, send him to see the emperor. ”

"Yes!" Shang Yun ordered to immediately step forward, with a cold face, looking quite imposing.

"The emperor spares his life! The emperor spares his life! "The little confidence that had just risen in the barn was broken up again, and the whole person was like a ball that had been punctured, completely deflated." The slave knows it's wrong! Slaves are willing to make meritorious contributions! ”

Meng Hui pursed her lips, this person just doesn't shed tears when he doesn't see the coffin, how good it is to be obedient early to leave a good impression, she has to use up her last trace of patience. "Shang Yun, let him go first. Go down first, all of you. ”

"Yes!" Shang Yun has no different colors at all, let him do whatever he wants, let go of his hand and throw away the soft barn, beckoned to everyone in the inner hall, and ordered everyone to go out with her.

A group of guards and waiters walked silently, and there was no sound even closing the door. Only Meng Hui and the barn were left in the inner hall, and her cold gaze made the barn break out in a cold sweat.

Her identity this time has the air of a tyrant, as long as she stares at others without saying a word, she can cause a lot of psychological pressure, and even save the five bodies to the ground. Meng Hui was deliberately silent for a while, and when the barn's hands on the ground were trembling, she opened her mouth leisurely.

"I don't want to go around in circles with you. Honestly, who else in this Zixia Palace has taken refuge in Qikang like you? ”

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