"Sister Youyou, I was wrong."

Her kneeling scared Xu Qiaoyou a lot, and she quickly got out of bed and helped up the loose basket: "What are you doing this girl?" I was just worried about you, and I asked you where you went, and I didn't blame you. ”

"I shouldn't have gone out at night and didn't tell you, I'm sorry Sister Youyou, I was wrong." Loose began to sob.

"I'm not saying you're wrong, you're free, and it's your right to go out whenever you want. It's just that you don't have to go outside here, this is King Jing's Palace, I'm afraid that something will happen to you. ”

"I know, not anymore."

"And where have you been?" Xu Qiaoyou is really curious, Songluo usually doesn't seem to have any other hobbies except being a female celebrity.

As a result, she was taken aback by Songluo's answer.

"I'm going to the Pure Heart Temple."

Pure Heart Temple? What is that place?

"It's Concubine De's palace." Songluo continued.

"Are you going to Concubine De? She sent someone to call you? What did you tell you to do? Are you hurt? ”

Facing Xu Qiaoyou's successive inquiries, Songluo shook his head the whole time.

"I went on my own."

"At dinner today, Concubine De's palace maid brought a plate of pastries, which is the plate of osmanthus cake that Sister Youyou said was very fragrant. This pastry is a specialty of the Yue Dynasty, and my mother used to make it for me when I was a child, and I haven't eaten it for a long time. So I asked the sister if she could teach me, and she agreed, and asked me to go to the Pure Heart Temple to study in the evening, and I went. ”

The more he talked, the lower his head became, like a child who had done something wrong.

Xu Qiaoyou touched her head distressedly, this child can be regarded as a hard-working baby......

"Can you tell me before you go? Or you leave me a note, or I'll be worried, okay? ”

"Hmm."

Looking at her side face, Xu Qiaoyou couldn't help but think of how she looked when they first met, she was so small, so lean, and had scars all over her body......

By the way, scars, why does the Seventh Prince Jing Mopo have so many old injuries on his body?

Early the next morning, Xu Qiaoyou went to find Liu Ming and Wang Yan.

"What do you know about Gemper?"

"What do you mean, girl?" She shouldn't be really interested in this Seven Princes, right? How can the Holy Lord explain it?

"I always think he is weird, especially when he talks about Concubine Liu, although he is very respectful on his lips, he is very cold in his eyes."

Also, a person who looks so sunny on the outside looks like he has a melancholy temperament, this kind of contradiction, in short, gives people a very weird feeling.

"The life experience of these seven princes is also very miserable, although you are a prince, but what you have endured is not something that ordinary people can imagine."

It turned out that Concubine Liu was not Jing Mopo's biological mother.

His biological mother is Concubine Cheng Qiuye, after the gate, she was also a famous woman in the world, and died of illness not long after giving birth to him, Liu Guifei had no children under her knees, and Emperor Jing handed him over to Liu Guifei to raise. Since then, the seventh prince Jing Moper has become the son of Concubine Liu.

After watching too many palace fighting dramas, Xu Qiaoyou's intuition told her that it shouldn't be so simple.

"Does the death of that good concubine have anything to do with Concubine Liu?"

"The girl is really talented and intelligent, so you can see it." Wang Yan praised her without hesitation.

"I'm smart, that's how it is played on TV."

TV? What is that? And how does this play out?

"Go on." This bloody plot ignited her heart of gossip.

"This Liu Guifei has great expectations for the Seventh Prince, but after the Seventh Prince becomes an adult, he doesn't have much ambition, and Emperor Jing doesn't seem to care much about him, so Liu Guifei doesn't treat this son very well."

The wound on the back of Jing Moper doesn't look like it's new, but it looks like he's been there since he was a child, could it be that he's been abused since he was a child?

Then he should have a hatred for Concubine Liu......

"Loose basket...... Loose basket. Xu Qiaoyou took a nap for a while, and when he got up, he couldn't find anyone who was loose in the basket.

She seems to be very busy lately......

During this time, she was busy with cultivation, and she really didn't care much about the pine basket, and she didn't even know what the pine basket had been busy with recently.

You won't go to the Pure Heart Hall again, will you?

Why don't she check it out?

Looking back, forget it, Songluo also has its own socialization, don't interfere too much like an old mother.

Xu Qiaoyou walked alone in the direction where the sacred tree was located......

This is really Wangshan running a dead horse, it looks very close, she hasn't even seen a shadow after walking for a long time, is she going the wrong way? Do you want to catch a palace maid and ask?

Just now, a little palace maid hurriedly ran in front of her, keeping her head down. Before she could open her mouth, she heard the palace maid say quickly: "Miss Xu, go to Yirui Palace, Miss Songluo is about to be killed." ”

With that, she ran away, as if someone was chasing her from behind.

Xu Qiao didn't care so much, and disappeared in place in an instant, his mind was full of the words of the palace maid just now, and Song Luo was about to be killed!

I don't know if she was flustered or what's going on, she teleported twice in a row and didn't succeed in reaching the Yirui Palace, or she grabbed a eunuch to lead the way, and she just arrived.

The little eunuch who kicked down the door and blocked her with two feet, and just stepped into the courtyard, the scene in front of her made her legs weak, and she almost fainted......

If it weren't for the clothes she was familiar with, the face she was familiar with, she really couldn't believe that this person in front of her who was as lifeless as a rag doll was a loose basket!

In the middle of the courtyard, the pine basket was hung on a wooden shelf, and he was bleeding from the whip, apparently unconscious.

Xu Qiaoyou was angry, since she was a child, she had never been so angry as she was at this time!

She looked at the woman in gorgeous clothes who had been sitting under the eaves and the palace maid fanning, presumably the legendary Liu Guifei. Although people are beautiful and have a heart, they are so vicious!

Xu Qiaoyou's eyes were red, Songluo was her sister, she said that she would protect her from harm, but now, her life and death are uncertain, and she is whipped like an animal!

"Put her down!"

Liu Zhenzhen looked at the woman in front of her, she was really a rough person in the countryside, she didn't look good, and her figure was not good. She didn't bother to talk to her, if it weren't for the fact that she was still useful, she would have killed her a long time ago.

Xu Qiaoyou looked at her indifferent appearance and shouted loudly: "Are you so deaf?" I told you to put the loose basket down for me! ”

"Bold, when I saw the concubine, not only did I kneel, but I also said crazy words, fight together!" The grandmother standing next to Liu Zhenzhen was simply a copy of Rong's grandmother, roaring vigorously.

As soon as she finished speaking, a whip appeared in front of Xu Qiaoyou.

She dodged and dodged the attack, and the whip slammed heavily on the ground, splashing dust all over the ground, you can imagine how heavy it was, how much it hurt to hit the pine basket one by one?

Xu Qiaoyou's tears rolled in his eyes, what palace did he go to, what kind of concubine did he go! All she has in her eyes now is a blood-drenched and dying pine basket!

She was a little girl who loved her own sister, she was the one who brought her to this palace, and it was she who made her suffer all this!

Songluo is still so small and her body is so weak, how can she stand such a beating? All of this is obviously her fault, but Songluo has borne all this for her!

With red eyes, she snatched the whip from the hand of the assailant guard and stood in front of the loose basket.

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