The sun has risen to its highest point, and the well-ventilated palaces are all starting to heat up. On the cloister and in the garden, there was not a trace of cool breeze, and the palace people who walked in a hurry were all red cheeks.

There are six basins of ice sculptures in the side hall of Fengyi Palace, and there is a cool air in the air, so that Meng Hui will not miss the air conditioner so much.

Princess Xian looked at the ice sculptures in amazement, each of which was dripping water from the shelves, and there were containers underneath to catch them, so as not to flow into the ground and make the hall damp. "This is the weapon of Binh Duong's suicide? How can this be......"

Meng Hui knew that she didn't believe it, but it was hard to imagine how Sun Yi'an did it. "I don't usually have much strength, but look at me." Meng Hui said as he walked to the ice sculpture, stretched out his hands to hold the wooden frame, and lifted it up with all his might.

"County Lord!" Agarwood hurriedly ran up to try to help, for fear that the shelf would fall down and hit her. "You're going to put the ice down? I'll just come! ”

Meng Hui was a little struggling, and shouted with a snort: "No! Stand farther away! "The ice cube is always less than a meter high, and it takes all your strength to lift it, but even Sun Yi'an, who is delicate and frail, can still move the ice to the ground.

"If you change it for a while, it's easier to move down. Most of these ice sculptures are chiseled into the shape of mountains, and when the bottom is reduced to the size of a bowl, the top is ground into a sharp cone with a hard object, and then it can stand on the ground and act as a murder weapon. ”

Princess Xian smiled sadly, with two lines of tears in her eyes, and finally believed that Sun Yi'an had created this secret room "murder" case with the help of ice sculptures.

"Even if the adults of Dali Temple and the Criminal Department rummage through the entire palace, it is impossible to find a 'murder weapon' that matches the wound. On such a hot day, the ice can quickly turn into water and disappear, leaving no evidence at all. Except for a little. ”

Princess Xian leaned down on the chair and said, "Except for ...... Bloodstain. When you returned home, you said that Coral overheard two officials saying that the blood found at the scene was faint and very strange. ”

There were only blood stains diluted by water at the scene, and the body of Sun Yi'an, who was lying on his back, vaguely telling people what had happened at the scene.

But when everyone's attention shifted to the closed door, the huge wounds on the back of the body, and the two suspects of unusual status, the bloodstains and the way the body fell to the ground were very inconspicuous.

Meng Hui walked back to his place from the ice sculpture, and his hands still had the cold of touching the ice shelf. "Since I entered the palace, I have been wondering, how could Ningxi Palace, which has never been short of ice, suddenly be so hot and stuffy that I can't even see a piece of broken ice."

At first, she also thought about whether it would be because Concubine Liang was becoming more and more crazy, not knowing the warmth and coldness, or whether the cold air was not conducive to her condition.

But if you think about it a little, you know that these reasons don't stand. Concubine Liang has been controlled by Fang Qing, if Fang Qing wants someone to bring an ice basin, Concubine Liang has no ability to refuse. Only if Concubine Liang and Fang Qing don't want to see the ice sculpture, Ningxi Palace will always be stuffy.

The reason why they don't want to see it is because there are ghosts in their hearts, and maybe there is a trace of guilt for Sun Yi'an.

"One night, I always felt a thought in my mind, but I couldn't grasp it, and the next day I couldn't remember it. It wasn't until it became clearer and clearer that I pieced together the truth. ”

On the day of the incident, the eldest princess went to Changning Palace proudly and told Sun Yi'an about the decision with her relatives, and then left triumphantly.

Sun Yi was extremely angry, and deliberately asked the eldest princess to bring a message to the waiters outside, asking them not to come in and serve. In fact, at that time, she had already made up her mind to leave this world that she hated according to Sun Zhao and Concubine Liang's plan on that day.

Last month wasn't hotter than it is now, and the large ice sculpture was just right for her to lift from the shelves to the ground from morning to noon. The next thing to do is to wait until the ice is the right size and polish it a little.

Meng Hui didn't know what kind of mood Sun Yi'an was in, and took out the butterfly love flower hairpin head that Sun Zhao had prepared a long time ago, this object belonging to the jade concubine, like the eldest princess herself, was a tool used by the three of them to confuse their eyes.

Sun Yi'an may be calm, or she may be confused and painful, but no matter what, she obviously has no hesitation about death.

It is cruel for her to live, and instead of suffering the torture and marrying Wulan, it is better to die cleanly, and by the way, help her mother and brother.

A picture came to Meng Hui's mind, Sun Yi'an, dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, strolled to the door, lightly tied the door bolt, turned around and walked to the sharp icicle on the ground, and put the butterfly love flower hairpin head in the right place.

She had her back to the icicle, facing the direction of the gate. She knew that when it was time for dinner, the valet who pretended to come to ask for dinner would first lock the door outside and then call out loudly, so as to make this "murder" seem more realistic and mysterious.

Sun Yi'an has no nostalgia for this palace, or even this world. Her mother and brother want her to die, her father wants to give her as a gift to the barbarians, the world is cold to her, and none of her parents and brothers who put interests first can bring her warmth.

It's not as good as the Netherworld Mansion, where there may be Song Ming's soul, which is the only light in her life.

She may have closed her eyes and smiled, or she may have her eyes open and her face expressionless. Like a leaf whirling down from a tree, it fell hard at the sharp icicle behind it with a weight that was about to turn to dust......

"There are many people around Pingyang, who are carefully selected and taught by your aunt. The child had always trusted her mother and had never thought of training her own manpower. Princess Xian closed her eyes and covered the heaviness and sorrow in her eyes. But in the end, who will guard against their mothers? ”

The people in the palace who are blinded by interests may be wary of all kinds of feelings, right? For example, Sun Zhao, he will not really trust anyone.

But precisely because he was too extreme, the seemingly successful plans gradually failed with Concubine Liang's madness and death, and it is possible that before that, failure approached him step by step.

The consequences of Sun Yi'an's absurd suicide, like her naïve relationship, are ice floating on the surface of the water, which will soon melt.

"Let's go," Princess Xian suddenly stood up and returned to her usual appearance, "Go and see the 'rescue' of the injured third prince." ”

Meng Hui followed in the footsteps of Princess Xian and left the cool inner hall.

As soon as she walked out of the door, a wave of heat rushed to her face, so that the depression in her heart melted away, and she suddenly returned to the mission from the tragic case. She thought that if she was sure that the assassin was Song Ming later, she would have to think of an excuse to take a personal object from him.