Panyu was speechless and nodded obediently.

Gao Lingxi seemed to agree, and said in his heart: "The fourth master knows the weight of the hairpin best, so it seems that it must not be about Sister Panyu's business." I've wronged my sister! ”

"Gao Fang Fujin is kind-hearted, and he is still in a doubt, but he can still put himself in the shoes of others." Qi Qige saw that Wulanala side Fujin had passed this level, so he immediately turned his gun and attacked Gao: "No matter what, Fucha Gege was also killed under the window outside your room. Fang Fujin said that it was far-fetched not to hear the sound of the sound, and it was difficult to escape the blame. ”

"So who do you think you did?" Hongli has this question, but in fact, he is more helpless. In addition to sighing, he can also perceive the clues with a clear sense of fire.

Qi Qige was slightly stunned, his cheeks flushed with suppressed anger, and he lowered his head and said: "The concubine doesn't dare to think rashly, but after all, the matter is here." I am afraid that no one can know more about the things in my own courtyard than Gao Fang Fujin, that's all. ”

"Zhilan." Hongli didn't pay attention to his words, and his mind was fixed: "There are blood stains between Fucha's fingers?" ”

"Yes, lord." Zhilan responded crisply: "It looks like it should be someone who scratched and clamped her." ”

"Wouldn't that be easy?" In Hongli's eyes, a beam of trust was cast.

Zhilan immediately understood, and blessed her body obediently and tacitly: "Later, the slave and maid will go to check." Xiao Feng left behind Zhilan, wanting to help her, but he didn't know that he had taken away the eyes of Le Lan and Bilan.

Lan Xin, Pan Yu, and Gao Lingxi all understood, and they all showed different smiles on their delicate faces. Be sure to make Hongli understand his own thoughts, so as not to be unsatisfied.

Su Wanrong's little bird leaned over to Hongli's side, and said thoughtfully: "After talking for a while, the fourth master is bothered." If you take advantage of this gap to buy something, it will save you a waste of side Fujin's thoughts. ”

Hongli listened to Su Wanrong's words, and glanced at the chestnut cake slightly.

Su Wanrong stood up with joy, took the silver chopsticks, and carefully selected a piece of suitable size to put in the white jade bowl: "The fourth master tastes it, since it is the craftsmanship of the side Fujin, it must not be wrong." The tone of her speech is like the sound of a warbler, and the swallow whispers softly, which is very good.

Hongli smiled unconsciously and ate as he said. praised "good", and said to Lan Xin: "You have always loved to eat chestnuts, especially Huairou's oil chestnuts." Panyu is prepared carefully, and the craftsmanship is becoming more and more sophisticated, which will suit your spleen and stomach. ”

"Fourth Master Xie." Lan Xin's heart warmed. Even when the saber is rattling, Hongli still cares about her in his heart, and it is very good. was about to start, but Le Lan obediently walked up, chose the chestnut cake as intimately as Su Wanrong, and put it in the bowl and served it to Lan Xin: "Fujin try it, the slave looks at the color is excellent, and it must be soft and delicious." Fang Fujin has spent a lot of effort to do it! ”

"Panyu is ingenious, and it is really delicious." Lan Xin ate the pastry, sweet in her heart, looking at her husband who was close at hand, her heart was rippling. It felt like going back to the days when she first entered the mansion, when she was so close to Hongli.

In spring, they rode horses and galloped in the suburbs full of spring flowers, watching the clouds roll up. In the summer, he was obsessed with poetry and history, and she silently pulled out the cold for him. In autumn, they hold their hands to look at the red or yellow fruits in the yard, and their figures are in pairs. In winter, she would personally select the best white cotton balls and sew a well-fitting jacket for him, so that he could warm and warm over the winter.

It's a pity that Lan Xin can't remember when it started, and the constraints of her identity made her more and more dignified and self-controlled. The lingering glue-like paint gradually evolved into a respectful affection. Her relationship with Hongli, in the eyes of others, is really harmonious and affectionate.

But who knows, the pain in Lan Xin's heart. She had long forgotten how to be spoiled by him and keep him by her side.