"Your Majesty, the sweet soup you asked for is here." Father-in-law Wei walked into the imperial study with a smile and called softly.

"Sweet soup?" Ling Zinian raised his eyebrows, this little Weizi was old and ear-backed, and he was so outrageous that he heard the grapes he asked for as sweet soup.

Before he had time to say anything, a pair of small hands as white as flawless jade held a bowl of longan lotus seed snow fungus sweet soup and gently placed it in front of him.

The bowl is a unique purple and black porcelain bowl used by the palace emperor, medium in size, and there is nothing wrong with holding it in the hands of ordinary palace maids or eunuchs.

But at this time, the white and soft little hands and fingers lightly pressed on the edge of the bowl, and under the visual impact of black and white, the little hands looked delicate and weak, which actually caused Ling Zinian's unwarranted pity - how could she let the beautiful woman do such a heavy job as serving sweet soup? Such a pair of hands should not be born with spring water, and should enjoy all the glory and wealth...

Before the bowl was arranged, the owner of the little hand retreated, and a slight gust of wind was set off between the back and forth movements, and the faint fragrance on the person's body passed into Ling Zinian's nose.

Ling Zinian took a greedy sip, and after reacting, his figure immediately stiffened. How long has it been since he summoned his concubine to bed, and now he actually sees the eunuch's hands and smells the eunuch's body fragrance.

"Presumptuous!" I don't know whether he was annoyed that his willpower had become weak, or he didn't want the two eunuchs in front of him to find out what was wrong, so he swept the bowl of sweet soup to the ground.

Bang –

The precious black porcelain bowl was shattered.

He smiled smugly and looked up at the owner of the hands.

…

Moodiness.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, this sentence Chi Jing really realized at this moment.

Ling Zinian looked at her angrily, his cold eyes seemed to tell her that he was going to punish her Nine Clans, and Chi Jing couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

It was just a bowl of sugar water, but she really felt the vigilance and killing intent of this emperor.

It is correct not to poison the sweet soup.

Gonggong Wei hurriedly knelt down: "The slave deserves death, the emperor is angry, and the dragon body is important..."

Father-in-law Wei memorized the lines backwards. Chi Jingzheng secretly admired in his heart, and when Gonggong Wei saw that she was indifferent, he pulled her sleeve vigorously and motioned her to kneel down quickly.

This little... Why is Xiao Zhizi so ignorant of current affairs? Long Yan was already furious, not only did the slave not immediately kneel, but also stood upright and straight!

Thinking that his little Weizi has known countless people in this deep palace for half his life, who is shrewd and who is stupid, he has never escaped his eyes... It's really a ghost who suddenly wants to promote him tonight... How on earth did he think that this little chiko was clever and likable, and wanted to promote him?

Chi Jing was pulled by him like this, and finally reacted, and knelt down in a hurry: "The slave deserves death..."

Slaves deserve death. Ling Zinian could hear this sentence at least hundreds of times a day, but no one had ever been able to say this sentence so tactfully, whether it was a palace maid, a concubine, or a eunuch.

"Damn it—" He looked at the little eunuch who hung his head and knelt trembling in front of him, his eyes rising and falling with his long eyelashes, and his heart rising and falling, his heart beating faster than ever.

When he didn't see his appearance, he wanted to kill him, and that was true. But when he dropped the bowl and opened his mouth to punish him, what imprinted into his eyes was a beautiful face that the words of the world could not describe.

When he was thirteen years old, he didn't have the first taste of **, he didn't when he ascended the throne, he didn't have it when he was the queen of Dongfang Zero, and he didn't have it when he met the dancing concubine.

Now he is facing a beautiful little eunuch... The mind is in a mess.

He stretched out his hand to the little eunuch like a demon, he wanted to help him up, he wanted to pinch his small chin, to see his eyes as bright as the stars of last night, to see his every look...

Ji Jing knelt with her head down, her whole body looking trembling with fear.

It was not only Ling Zinian whose heartbeat intensified, but also her.

If Grandpa Wei hadn't been busy trembling, he would have noticed that this little intellectual, whom he was not impressed, was now reaching into the right side of the eunuch's robe, tightly gripping a protruding thing resembling the hilt of a knife.

Suddenly, Chi Jing's head hurt intensely, her eyes shook for a while, her body went limp, and she fell right into the arm that Ling Zinian came to support her.

…

“… The five-way yin god, the little ghost of the eight directions, is as urgent as the law, come and help me..."Facing the direction of the palace, Chengtong spoke with words.

There was a bowl of half-cooked rice, a bowl of tofu, and a bowl of clear water with a few locust leaves floating on the table. In front of the three large bowls, there are three small incense burners, each lit with three candles, and three pillars of incense.

After reciting the incantation, he put a drop of blood into each of the three large bowls. First, sprinkle a handful of half-cooked rice on the ground, then pour the locust leaf water into the tofu cubes, mix the locust leaf water to crush the tofu cubes, and pour them to the ground as well.

Only the little ghost likes to eat half-raw rice, tofu residue, and drink locust leaf water.

Wrap the few hairs stolen by the palace maids on the left and right sides in a piece of yellow rune paper and burn them together into ashes, and stuff the ashes into the hollow head of the scarecrow without leaking.

Next, he pasted a yellow talisman on the scarecrow's forehead, picked up a brush for drawing talismans, and drew a complex talisman with the blood of centipedes, snakes, toads, etc.

After the talisman is drawn, there is still a small amount of blood left. He took out six steel needles, evenly smearing the tips of the needles with the blood of the poison.

Finally, four steel needles were used to fix the scarecrow's limbs, and one was pierced into the scarecrow's head...

"Say, who is the same party that threatens the concubine Wu with you..."Although Chengtong was talking to the scarecrow in his hand, he knew that what he heard would be Chi Jing, who was far away in the palace.

…

What's going on?

The sharp pain in Chi Jing's head was unbearable like a pinprick in her head, and she bit her lip tightly in Ling Zinian's arm. She couldn't move at all, her eyes hurt so much that she couldn't open them, and she was drenched in cold sweat.

Ling Zinian looked at her painful face, and her heart twitched slightly. Which play is this little eunuch playing? Help? Want to get away with it?

"I... "I don't have a party ... Ji Jing endured a sharp pain and replied to the voice in his head.

She'd heard it!

"Hurry up and ask for a doctor! Fast! Ling Zinian touched her forehead, and found that her body temperature was as hot as fire, which didn't seem to be a fake. Is he too fierce to scare this little eunuch? So now there is an old illness?

Gonggong Wei took the order and rushed out to pass the imperial doctor, and only she and the emperor were left in the imperial study. This is the best chance!

But she seemed to be frozen, let alone pulling out the dagger, and she couldn't even move her fingers.

"You really don't have a party? Except for you, no one knows about the dancing concubine? The voice did not allow her to think, and sounded like a hypnotic again.

It's the dancing concubine...

As long as she is sure that she is not in the same party, she will die on the spot like this inexplicably!

Chi Jing means that he can't tell the truth! But the great pain in her head drove her to speak frankly: "... Nope..."

It's best if you don't have it.

Chengtong smiled and slowly pushed the last of the thickest and longest steel needles into the heart of the scarecrow.