After Wei Huaijin left, Youlan motioned to Tourmaline to clean up the Light Pavilion, and then helped Su Shengsheng to return to the dormitory.

Tourmaline hurried all the way into the Gathering Light Pavilion, and all she remembered in her head was that when they were waiting outside, they heard the sound of cups and saucers smashing in the Gathering Light Pavilion.

At that time, Youlan and she were both frightened and white-faced, and wanted to rush into the Savior in the Light Pavilion, but they were stopped by Wang Yu.

Fortunately, the princess appeared unharmed later, but when she thought of Su Shengsheng at the door of the Guangguang Pavilion, she didn't give any face.

Tourmaline: A fragile little liver pounded with fright.

When Tourmaline walked into the Pavilion, he saw a mess of cups and plates.

The food was spilled all over the floor, the plates were broken a lot, even the low table was overturned, and the tourmaline was dripping with cold sweat, and she was very glad that her princess could get out of the house.

She was about to clean up the floor when Bokyun came down from the second floor.

Fu Yun was wrapped in a mattress and other things in his hands, and his bulging bags seemed to be wrapped in something.

Tourmaline's eyes were sharp, and she saw a familiar cloth under Fu Yun's arm, she was about to ask, but in the next moment, Fu Yun clamped her arm and said coldly: "What do you see, you don't want your eyeballs anymore?" ”

Tourmaline hurriedly lowered his head, and Fu Yun raised his face and left the Gathering Light Pavilion with a high spirit.

The real relationship between Su Shengsheng and Wei Huaijin is in this huge palace wall, except for those two parties, Fuyun knows the most.

Although his master Wei Huaijin never told him, he didn't deliberately hide it from him.

Since he followed his master and ran a few times to the princess's hall, he was as smart as he realized the clue.

But this is a secret that can't be told if it rots in the stomach and dies.

Fu Yun is smart, otherwise he would not be a lowly slave from the Imperial Horse Prison and be taken by Wei Huaijin and taken by his side.

Not long ago, when he was delivering dinner, he obviously saw that the third princess was wearing another dress, but when the master and the princess left, the princess changed her clothes again.

Clever as him, he didn't need anyone to mention it, so he immediately came to the Gathering Light Pavilion and cleaned it up carefully.

Rolled up the dirty mattress and the torn clothes of the third princess, Fuyun's hands and feet were numb, but his heart was in a cold sweat.

Once, he thought that the master was the guest of the third princess and the minister under the skirt.

But in today's situation, I am afraid that the third princess is the one who wants to call for help.

Thinking of the appearance of the third princess with red eyes when she came out just now, and Fuyun's admiration and admiration for her master, it was suddenly like a surging river, endless.

But it's also terrifying.

After all, this pearl of the Great Moon Dynasty is different from ordinary palace concubines, it can only be looked upon, not coveted, and cannot be easily touched.

In the middle of summer, the heat is thick, and the night in Shengjing makes people feel a little suffocated.

But outside He'anmen, in the newly built Xichang Imperial Prison, in the underground torture room, there was a chilling gloom.

"Wei, Wei Huaijin? What do you mean? ”

Someone rudely ripped off the linen cloth stuffed into his mouth, and Xiangzhu, who was frightened, showed an unbelievable look when he saw who was in front of him.

Wang Yu, who was standing on the side, heard the sound and kicked Xiangzhu's leg heavily, "Who gave you the courage to call the overseer by his name." ”

Xiangzhu was in pain, and his center of gravity was unstable and fell to the ground.

At this time, her hands were tied, her hair was scattered, her clothes were crooked, and she stared at the man not far away, still maintaining an unbelievable look on her face.

Wei Huaijin, who was not far away, was sitting on the only Taishi chair in the torture room, supporting his forehead with one hand, closing his eyes and recuperating.