"Alas......" The movements in his hand stopped, raised his eyes to look at her, and said helplessly: "Master, you are still walking on thin ice in this Yanwang Mansion!" But he still has to take care of other people's affairs, and Iris really doesn't know what to say. Besides, this palace is very complicated, if you propose to the prince to take Qu Xiange as a concubine, the rest of the dancing girls in Jiaolan Pavilion will definitely be jealous...... When the time comes......"

"Iris, do you think I'm afraid of those little women?"

"Iris knows you're not afraid! But Iris doesn't think you really need to. Even though Qu Xian Ge is favored by the prince on weekdays, but the prince must have his reason for not giving her a name, how can he change his mind because of a few simple words from you? ”

She looked at Iris with a smile and said, "You think so, but I don't think the same way as you. With a twinkle in his eyes, he said, "He didn't take a concubine, maybe because no one had mentioned it to him?" Maybe because I mentioned it to him, he would seriously consider it. ”

"Forget it!" Iris said: "Since the master doesn't listen to the advice of the iris, the iris will no longer say anything, and the master will do it according to his own heart." ”

She reached out and stroked her hair, and smiled lightly, "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

After dressing up, he asked Siqin Yan where Emperor Feng was at this time, and then went to look for him with his iris.

After a while, he stood firmly at the door of the study and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

She raised her hand to push the door open, and was about to step inside, when she heard a sudden shout behind her.

"Lord Wang! Oh no! The string song girl died violently! ”

Her heart trembled, and she immediately turned around, shouting that the man was a subordinate of the house, she stepped forward quickly, grabbed the clothes on his shoulders, and said in a condensed voice: "What nonsense are you talking about!" An hour ago, I also met the string song girl, and at this time she should be in her own house in Jiaolan Pavilion, how she came to die! ”

The subordinate was frightened by her appearance, and said in a trembling voice: "Wang ...... King...... Princess, the slave didn't lie, what the slave said was true, and the string song girl died violently in her own house. ”

She only felt dizzy, her feet went limp, her hands loosened her clothes, and her body fell backwards.

Hearing the movement outside the door, Emperor Yanfeng, who walked out of the study, saw this, and immediately stepped forward, caught her, and held her in his arms.

She looked at him in a daze, tears streaming through her eyes. He closed his eyes and stared, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes, stood up straight with his support, and said with a pale face: "Thank you." ”

His eyes lit slightly, he looked at the subordinate, and asked, "What the hell is going on, now explain it to this king!" ”

The subordinate hurriedly knelt down and said, "Lord Qi, princess, this is ......"

After a few moments, the room was full of people. Before the prince arrived, no one dared to move her body. Steward Shen looked towards the gate of Jiaolan Pavilion from time to time, hoping that Emperor Yan's figure would appear as soon as possible.

"It's coming!" As soon as his eyes lit up, he immediately let the crowd disperse and make way for him, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said to Emperor Yan: "Lord Wang, come and take a look!" When he saw the shallow mulberry beside him, he was slightly surprised, but he still nodded with her and said, "I've seen the princess." ”

However, her mood at the moment is not in these cumbersome etiquette, she just wants to know how the string song died.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Xian Ge lying on the ground, and she couldn't imagine that someone who had spoken to her alive an hour ago would become like this after an hour.

She immediately rushed to her side, and when she saw her bleeding face, she was surprised and full of heartache.

"String Song ......"

Iris looked at the heartache in her eyes full of tears, and was distressed, reached out and pulled her arm, and said in a deep voice: "Master, don't be too sad. ”

Emperor Yan looked at her in pain, his eyes deepened, and after glancing at the song lying on the ground, the afterglow fell on the butler beside him, and said, "Steward Shen, what is going on?" ”

"Lord Qiqi, the first person to find out that the string song girl is dead is the personal maid next to her."

"The servant girl came up and questioned her."

"Yes."

Steward Shen ordered someone to bring up the handmaid who was the wind next to Qu Xiange, and the handmaid also seemed to be frightened, and knelt in front of Emperor Yan in fear.

"Participation...... See the prince. ”

"You're the first to discover the death of the song?"

"Yes...... Be! ”

"Tell me what you see."

"Yes......" subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, she trembled and looked back at the bleeding song on the ground, quickly withdrew her eyes, and said in a panic: "The slave and the girl came back from the Qinxin Pavilion, and the girl said that she was a little tired and went back to the room to rest." The slave sent the girl back to the room, turned and went out of the room, and not long after, the slave heard a scream of pain coming from the room, and when the slave and the maid hurried into the room, the girl ...... She ...... "She covered her face in pain, tears streaming down her fingers, sobbing incessantly, and she couldn't finish her words."

Yun Sheng walked in from the crowd at this time, stood beside Emperor Yan, glanced at the corpse of Qu Xiange on the ground, retracted her eyes and said: "Lord, the slave maid of the Xian Song girl just said that the Xian Song girl died suddenly after returning from the Qinxin Pavilion, so ......" She looked at the shallow mulberry who was squatting on the ground with a painful face, intentionally or unintentionally: "Could it be related to the princess?" ”

When Iris heard this, she said indignantly: "Don't spew blood, my master will never murder Miss Xiange!" ”

"Yo!" A trace of cunning crossed Yunshang's smile on her face, and she looked at Iris and said, "I just said that it may be related to your princess, but I didn't directly say that it was your princess who murdered her!" Now that you've said so yourself, will you be a thief! ”

"You!"

She got up and grabbed the iris ear, signaled her to calm down, and then looked at Yun Shang's sister, and said word by word: "I am like a sister with Xian Ge, and I will never do anything to hurt her." ”

"Really?" The person who spoke was Feng Wan'er, she clasped her hands around her chest, looked like she was watching a play, and said slowly: "Since it has nothing to do with you, why did Sister Xian Ge die violently after coming out of your courtyard?" The words stopped here, there was a little serious look on his face, he paced to the corpse of Qu Xiange in a few steps, showed heartache, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, and said sadly: "Xiange, what do you say and go!" Sister doesn't have a caring person in this Jiaolan Pavilion, you go, my sister has something to say in the future, who should I talk to! ”

She only felt that her appearance was fake.

For a time, all the spearheads were pointed at Asano-san.

Yun Sheng listened to Feng Wan'er's words, and became even more convinced that the person who killed Qu Xiange was like a shallow mulberry, so she stepped forward a few steps, stood in front of her and said, "You said that you can't do anything to hurt Xian Ge, I'm afraid you are deceiving yourself!" We all know that on your wedding night, you were not favored by the prince. What a sad thing it is for you to be a princess and not be favored! And Xian Ge is different, although her status is not as good as yours, she is deeply favored by the prince. Hum! Snorted coldly, his eyes condensed slightly: "I'm afraid that you are jealous that the prince loves us and these dancing girls don't love you, so you will take the string song and vent the hatred in your heart!" ”