The poison was hidden in the purple kite's nails, and it only took a little bit to seal the throat with blood, and it would be a clean death in no time.

Mu Mingshu's face turned pale, his heart was flustered, he clutched his throat and retched twice, and asked those guards to search for a letter from the purple kite that had not yet been sent, and there was nothing written on it, only to ask the family to go to the place to take care of themselves, and not to look for her......

The letter's handwriting was well-written, and the language was also sparse, apparently written by a scholar who had set up a stall outside.

But after looking for these clues, he found that Purple Kite's home outside the city caught fire a few days ago, and the family of five was burned to death on the spot. This incident also alarmed the yamen in Zhenjiang, and the yamen posted a notice to come out and people came to identify the corpses, but because no one cared about them for many days, several corpses stinked in Yizhuang, so a straw mat was wrapped and buried in a mass grave.

Not to mention the scholar who wrote the letter, he wrote a letter with the purple kite, and the next day he got dysentery, but he died in a few days, and there were neighbors who went to help with the funeral.

The two clues were broken, Mu Mingshu and they couldn't find out at all, and the people behind them were very ruthless, in order to erase those clues, they even killed innocent people.

Zhao Yiheng came back two days later, and he missed it with the people who went to Hangzhou to report the news, and when he returned to Zhenjiang, he realized that something big had happened in the small courtyard, and even those local officials had asked him to push it, and he rode back on horseback.

He thought that he could surprise Mu Mingshu when he returned to Zhenjiang, but now he asked Mu Mingshu to give a start.

That matter has not been investigated clearly, although the people in the courtyard are released, they dare not ask them to serve closely, but fortunately, Yang Qinghe brought a Zhilan when he came to Zhenjiang, and in the two days that Zhao Yiheng was away, Yang Qinghe was asked to take care of everything with Zhilan.

The clothes are cleaned, and they must be kept without any peculiar smell; The fetal pills were all caught by Yang Qinghe in person and boiled by himself; The food is made by Zhilan, the food that is made, the medicine that is boiled, and it is not counted if you try it with a silver needle, Yang Qinghe also tasted it himself, and it took two quarters of an hour to ask Mu Mingshu to eat.

Yang Qinghe has never been the daughter of the Yang Mansion since she left Kyoto, she will do everything by herself when she dresses and eats, and she also learns to make soup with Zhilan when she is in good spirits.

Mu Mingshu was fortunate enough to taste it, she drank a bowl full of chicken soup, then took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth gently, and finally said: "I haven't seen you for many days, but I am becoming more and more virtuous." ”

Yang Qinghe's face turned red, and he was embarrassed to answer, so he only said: "I also made white sugar cakes, do you want to try it." After a pause, he said in a slightly lower voice: "Although the appearance is not very good-looking, the taste is still good." ”

Yang Qinghe and Zhilan are both their own people, Mu Mingshu is not afraid of them doing tricks, now she has a bad appetite, even if she eats top, she doesn't pick and choose, she has to try everything she can eat, and said with a smile: "It's good." ”

Yang Qinghe smiled, turned around and left, and when the general came out of the door, he saw Zhao Yiheng striding over, and hurriedly called: "Cousin." ”

Zhao Yiheng didn't have the heart to look at her, he just nodded when he heard the voice, and he didn't even look at her.

Yang Qinghe didn't care, he stuck out his tongue with the soup bowl that he had just cleaned up, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the person was wearing a light blue fine cotton, and his three thousand hair was meticulously combed, and he used an ordinary wooden hairpin, striding forward, looking nervous, but he stopped in front of her rashly.

"Qinghe ......" Wen Ziran opened his mouth and called, his face was a little strange, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Yang Qinghe stood firmly, his heart was beating hard, his eyes were foggy in an instant, his throat was stuck, he opened his mouth but didn't say anything, his jade hand squeezed the tray tightly, stood on the spot for half a breath, and finally turned around and walked away.

Wen Ziran's eyes followed Yang Qinghe, and he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or sad, so he had to sigh once, and then he stepped into the house.

Mu Mingshu was blushing when he was hugged and touched by Zhao Yiheng, and he was really surprised to see Wen Ziran's figure, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were smiling, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Yiheng and said coquettishly: "You don't know if you come back a little bit in advance." ”

Zhao Yiheng was thinking of giving Mu Mingshu a surprise, so he hid it, but at this time, he regretted that he didn't tell her in advance, otherwise he would have known what had happened earlier.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yiheng asked, "Can you find out who is behind it?" ”

Although he only heard a rough idea, he guessed that someone must have instructed him, a powerless maid, if it weren't for his deep hatred, he wouldn't have thought of attacking his own master, besides, what did Mu Mingshu do and have a deep hatred for her?

Mu Mingshu's biggest enemies are nothing more than King Chen and his wife, but these two have already gone to the fief to be the emperor of the soil, and they don't dare to stretch out so far.

Then this must have something to do with the other side of Kyoto, he is the son of the emperor, and the brothers look at the harmony on the face, but they also fight fiercely in private. In the past, Emperor Jiawen was suppressed, and everyone didn't dare to act rashly, but since Emperor Jiawen fell ill last time, his body has become more and more incompatible. Now that the prince has not yet been established, and he has taken over the errand of Jiangnan, there are people among the brothers who are jealous and can't say what they will do.

Mu Mingshu is Zhao Yiheng's heart, everyone knows this, and Mu Mingshu's maternal family is the Mu family, even if someone wants to bring him down, the first breakthrough will naturally choose Mu Mingshu is the best.

"No, even the clues are broken, and I can't find out who is behind it." Mu Mingshu shook his head, and didn't continue to say this, only raised his head and smiled with Wen Ziran: "Since my brother is here, let's stay here, I'm frightened, I don't have my own people by my side, and I'm restless." ”

Wen Ziran saw that Mu Mingshu's face was ruddy and his spirit was very good, although he was a little thinner than before, but he was always safe, and immediately put down his heart, and said with a smile: "I am planning to do this, you are pregnant now, everything must not be sloppy, although I have poor medical skills, but in the end I can do things." ”

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Yiheng, but saw that he was expressionless, but he had no objection.

At night, Mu Mingshu was lying in Zhao Yiheng's arms, and asked with a wicked smile: "I left my brother here today, why aren't you angry?" ”

Zhao Yiheng leaned forward and covered Mu Mingshu's lips, which made her tongue numb, and then pressed his head in front of her and said sullenly: "It's okay if he stays, in the end, he will always protect you a little." He added: "Those personal qi are not as important as your safety." ”

Mu Mingshu didn't speak, but his heart was warm, he stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, but for no reason he felt that his head was touching his own thing, and then he remembered that he had been banned for many days, his face was red, but he still smiled slyly: "You, do you want to?" ”

Zhao Yiheng paused, grabbed her jade hand and pressed it on the flame, and said in a low voice: "Yes." He looked at her sideways and asked with a smile, "Does the lady want to be a husband?" ”

Mu Mingshu's face turned even redder, pinched the flame hard, nodded imperceptibly, and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see it, so he said in a loud voice: "Yes." ”

"Ouch, what a good lady for her husband." Zhao Yiheng giggled and took a sip of incense on her face, moved his head with it, and then reached into her clothes, and unconsciously ripped off the belly pocket on her body, pasted it on his face, and sighed: "It's so fragrant." ”

Mu Mingshu is not as thick-skinned as him, looking at his behavior, his face is flushed with shame more and more, he ripped off his belly pocket, and glared at him: "No one is right." ”

Before the words fell, Zhao Yiheng pinched the two rabbits and hummed again.

She is now pregnant, and the two rabbits before the murder have also grown up slightly, Zhao Yiheng wrapped them in his hands, and said: "It's full." ”

But in the end, Mu Mingshu was inconvenient, and Zhao Yiheng didn't dare to move her, so he only dared to take off his clothes and rub a few times outside, and finally had to ask her five girls to help her to feel comfortable.

But Zhao Yiheng's fire was extinguished, but Mu Mingshu's anger was up, but she was embarrassed to say it, so she only pursed her lips and turned her back, but asked Zhao Yiheng to touch it down to know that it was wet.

He chuckled, turned Mu Mingshu over, hooked her chin, and ordered, "Hurry up and help you." ”

Mu Mingshu couldn't say anything about this kind of embarrassing thing, glared at him, and complained: "Hurry up and sleep, you haven't done anything serious today, and you will be busy tomorrow." ”

An idea suddenly popped up in Zhao Yiheng's mind, but he was also anxious to try it in his heart, but he didn't want to, so he only reached out and touched her twice, so that the anger on her body became more and more vigorous, and then he asked again: "Really don't help you for your husband?" ”

Mu Mingshu endured the anger that could not be vented, biting her lip tightly, her forehead was already covered with fine and dense sweat, she didn't speak, only closed her eyes and ignored him.

Even so, Zhao Yiheng was still very interested, touched his chin and admired Mu Mingshu's beautiful figure for a while, and then leaned down and kissed Mu Mingshu's petals......

……

Wen Ziran directly lived in this small courtyard, and became Mu Mingshu's royal doctor, feeling his pulse every morning and evening, and there was nothing to do during the day, either reading books or studying medicinal diets.

Because Mu Mingshu's four maids have not yet arrived in Zhenjiang, they still rely on Yang Qinghe and Zhilan to take care of their diet, and Wen Ziran often goes into the kitchen to study medicinal food, so he is called Yang Qinghe.

Whenever he saw Wen Ziran enter the kitchen to study those medicinal diets, Yang Qinghe chose to avoid them. She went all the way from Kyoto to Suzhou, without Wen Ziran's company, she thought that she was really down, and the moment she saw Wen Ziran, she knew that she still couldn't let go.

So she was afraid of facing him face to face, afraid that she would fall deeper and deeper into him, so that she could never pull it out again.

Wen Ziran also knew that Yang Qinghe avoided himself, but he liked to squat where Yang Qinghe appeared, and often had a chance meeting.

For many days, Yang Qinghe was tortured to the point that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't help shedding tears at night, and when Zhilan kept vigil for her, she heard a thin sobbing sound and persuaded her: "Girl, if you really like it, why embarrass yourself?" ”

Yang Qinghe cried even more: "If you don't understand, it's impossible for me to be with him......"

She felt that she couldn't do anything with Wen Ziran anymore, but Wen Ziran blocked her way the next day.