In such a strange atmosphere, Meng Zhi'an stayed in the cold palace for seven days. In the first three days, the palace was on guard, and the Yu Lin guards wearing military armor were guarding every exit of the palace day and night.

Even at night, a prohibition order was issued, up to the harem concubines, down to the palace maids and eunuchs, and they were not allowed to go out as soon as it was dark.

It seems that the emperor is determined to catch the thief who stole the secrets of the Military Aircraft Pavilion. It's a pity that for three whole days, there was a lot of commotion, and everyone in the palace was in danger, for fear of getting into trouble. One by one, they are cautious in their words and deeds, and even the concubines who have always liked to compete for beauty have also settled down a lot.

But the culprit just hasn't been caught.

It's been three days, and whoever wants to break their head can't imagine that this person will still be in the palace.

Seven days later, all the guarding Yulin guards also withdrew, and the sky above the harem was finally no longer oppressive.

Su Kui fiddled with a peach sapling, squatting in the corner of the window of Changhuan Courtyard, shoveling soil with a small shovel. Meng Zhi'an leaned against the wall and looked at her lazily.

Overhead, clouds floated in the sky like cotton wool, and the warm sunlight reflected on the woman's pink little face, the skin was as white as jade, and the warm sunlight hit the face, so clear that even the tiny fluff could be seen.

She lowered her eyes, her blue eyelashes curled as thick as the wings of an insect, flickering with her movements. She pursed her flesh-pink lips and was doing something very seriously.

Meng Zhi'an couldn't understand her stubbornness.

"Why do you have to plant a peach tree? Can't it be a pear tree? Or an osmanthus tree, or plant an apricot tree. ”

Su Kui didn't raise his head, "The peach tree wards off evil spirits, don't you know?" In one sentence, Meng Zhi'an was speechless.

In fact, Su Kui doesn't pay so much attention to it, but simply thinks that in spring, the pink and tender peach petals will look good when the window is opened. Of course, she won't stay here forever.

But since Meng Zhi'an had to find a reason, she gave him one.

Throughout the ages, how many people have died in the cold palace, whether they are guilty or innocent, there are too many. Even in the ground under your feet, at the bottom of Yingyue Lake, in a dry well in a corner, there may be hidden unknown white bones.

Meng Zhi'an was stunned, his dark eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at Su Kui fixedly, "Don't you really want to think about it again?" I can take you out," he said, adding that staying alive is the most important thing.

What he will do in the future will inevitably go against the world, but it also coincides with her wishes.

I thought so in my heart, but Meng Zhi'an didn't say it explicitly.

He rubbed the deep cocoon in his palm because of the practice of martial arts, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Hearing this, Su Kui did not answer immediately, but seriously inserted the peach sapling into the dug soil pit, buried it firmly, and poured a scoop of water. Then, he stood up covered in mud, looked at Meng Zhi'an's eyes fixedly, and said, "Then I also want to ask you, why do you have to be obsessed with taking a person who has lost his soul like a walking corpse?" ”

"I haven't said it, but your status shouldn't be low, right?" Speaking of this, Su Kui suddenly lowered his head and sneered, and said with an uncertain expression: "Perhaps, we may still know each other." Is there a factor in your reluctance to see me as I am? ”

Su Kui stared at his eyes closely, not missing any emotional changes in his eyes.

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