Lu Mingfeng really thinks that this is not very credible, think about it, if someone pierces her with a silver needle, I am afraid that she would have jumped eight feet high, how could she be unconscious.

Mama Feng looked at her and said patiently: "Miss doesn't know, this kind of silver needle is not like a silver needle, but a kind of silver needle that is as soft as a cow's hair, extremely thin."

Lu Mingfeng suddenly realized, indeed, if this silver needle is as thin as a cow's hair, then it can naturally flow with the blood, but if this is true, who will do this to the third sister?

"Mama, let me ask, do you know what the symptoms of people who have been subjected to this kind of criminal law are?"

"Miss, do you know that the emperor's own brother Eighth Prince, he died because of this, at that time the capital was in a uproar, saying that he looked crazy and short-tempered, and then he was bedridden, at that time some people said that the Eighth Prince was in pain, and he could hear his wailing voice in the middle of the night."

"Third Miss, that's the case?"

Mama Feng hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "Indeed, the third miss already had this symptom a month ago, and she has been unable to sleep at night recently, and she has been sighing all night."

Lu Mingfeng looked at the beaded curtain at the door of the house in surprise, her sister was actually enduring this pain.

"Then how do you know that the eighth prince got sick because of the silver needle entering his body?"

"Miss didn't know, there was a miracle doctor at that time, and when he heard about it, he went to the palace to see, and as a result, several silver needles like hair were discharged from the body of the eighth prince, but he said that the rest had gone deep into his heart, and he couldn't do anything, so he had the ability to reach the sky, and he couldn't, but half a year later, the eighth prince died on the sickbed."

Half a year, Lu Mingfeng's heart jumped, half a year, she only had this short time, no, maybe not half a year, what should she do to find a way to save her third sister.

Lu Mingfeng fell into inner contemplation, and there was no expression in the outside world, I saw her slowly walking into the house, and seeing the girl lying on the bed, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it was really unfair.

The third sister has never done anything that hurts the heavens and reason, why should she be tortured like this, but those who hurt the heavens and the reason are still living well.

Lu Mingfeng thought about Concubine Hua's faces in her heart, and the more she hated the injustice of the world, the more she felt hateful, but no matter how much she hated, the third sister couldn't get up from the sickbed.

At this time, Concubine Hua sneezed suddenly, in the deep palace, on one side of the palace wall, three or two migratory birds hovered and couldn't go, it's good, winter has passed, and spring has arrived.

A few pink peach branches bloomed by the palace wall, in the past, Concubine Hua always liked to fold a few branches and put them in the house, when the emperor came up, she always praised her for being more delicate than flowers, and she always liked to hold the emperor for her hairpins.

At that time, the air was sweet, and her heart was also clear, like a pool of clear water, not stained with dust, or stained with dust, but with the rippling blue waves, it sank to the bottom in a blink of an eye.

No matter what happened to her, her aunt and queen mother were always protecting her, and the emperor treated her with all kinds of grace at that time, and at that time Ruan Concubine could only stand aside.

Now that my aunt has been gone for almost a month, she has gone from a little nobleman to her current position, although the emperor has not abolished her title of Concubine Hua, but today's Yihua Palace, isn't it like a cold palace?

The former prosperity seems to be still vivid, but the emperor's eyebrows and eyes are almost in a trance, because the former emperor was put in her heart and cherished carefully, and now she is covered with bruises, and finds that the red dust is just a touch of green smoke, and in a blink of an eye, she can trance the past and drift away with the wind.

How ridiculous, how ridiculous, Murong Huaqing's eyes fell on the thick palace gate that was half-opened and half-hidden, the vermilion palace wall, and the bright yellow glazed tiles, closing her youthful appearance and her initial fantasy of love.

If she hadn't glanced at the flower wall at the beginning, how could she have gambled on Gong Jueyi for the rest of her life, she thought he was her lover.

Until when? Was it yesterday, or the day before yesterday? She understood in a trance that she could try anything, not a person's heart, in case this person was heartless, you would make a mistake and lose everything.

The ridiculous storyteller is full of affection, and the acacia is connected with the branches, and in the end it is just a shot or two scattered, or the red dust is explored.

This kind of result really makes people laugh and cry, because in the end, the person you found out that you were infatuated, the person you thought was your lover, actually gave you a dream, and you destroyed this dream with your own hands.

Cruel? Do you think it's cruel? What does it mean to be cruel?

After all the effort, it was still a failure!

Spring is shallow, red resentment, cover the double ring, the palace door is slightly covered, the dream into the sound of the loom, it is a dream, it seems to be true, it is also true and false, but the green smoke suddenly disperses in the blink of an eye, and the big dream is just waking up!

Murong Huaqing was half lying on the chair, his hair was tied back at will, and he was in this situation in a rare way in his life.

originally wanted to bask in the sun and dispel the fog in her heart, but now she feels even colder, the spring is cold, and the sun can't shine into her Yihua Palace, which covers the palace gate.

Estimating the time, Murong Huaqing stood up, dressed in a plain shirt and skirt, and walked slowly to the door of the palace, the peach branches were scorching, and the spring was just right outside, and she was still frozen in yesterday's cold winter.

Most of the palace maids have been dismissed, and now those who remain are just old women, and they are also lazy and idle at this time.

Murong Huaqing felt the last trace of residual warmth emanating from the sun that was about to set, took a deep breath, felt the warmth of spring, she thought, this second half of her life is still very long, she can't live like this.

That's right, you can't live so blandly, you have to have some hope, and the life can go on, otherwise how bitter and embarrassing it should be.

When Lu Mingfeng returned to the palace, it was almost night, but fortunately, he returned to Changyang Palace before the palace was banned.

After coming back from outside, Lu Mingfeng has been depressed, and he has been sloppy for dinner, and he doesn't want to drink the fetal medicine, seeing Mei'er standing aside and supervising her to drink the medicine, Lu Mingfeng glanced at the jade bowl with a wry smile, "You go down first, is it possible that I will escape, the medicine is too bitter to drink after a while." ”

Mei'er nodded, "Niangniang, drink it as soon as possible, and if you let it go, it will be cold, but you can't learn from children to play tricks." ”

Lu Mingfeng listened to her and drank lightly, "Now it's your turn to teach me a lesson, you are the master!" ”

Mei'er gave up and retreated.

As soon as she left, Lu Mingfeng poured the medicine into the flower pot outside the window, and put the bowl back.

When she turned her head, the afterglow swept on the window lattice, and a not-so-obvious forehand print made her heart skip a beat...... Has anyone been here?

Mei'er walked in again after a while, holding a small bowl in her hand, "Master, it's time to drink medicine." ”

Lu Mingfeng looked over with a puzzled expression, and seeing that the exact same situation was repeated just now, Lu Mingfeng pondered in his heart for a moment. "My third sister likes to eat Yipintang's roast crispy duck, you can buy some tomorrow and send them away."

Mei'er smiled: "Master, the third lady is sick, and she needs to avoid it, so let's buy it when she is better."

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