Chapter 12: Shang Yi Who Makes Things (12)
"Cane-making System"
The named system quickly went from relaxed to alert, "Host, what's the matter?" ”
"Let's go see a show."
Watching a play? What play? The system was a little puzzled, but she didn't ask, because even if she asked, the host wouldn't answer, and maybe she would be scolded, so why bother with it.
"I can't blame me this time, I stood by and watched, but what the heroine did came to the door by herself. It seems a pity not to take advantage of the fire to rob it. This mental activity of dill is not shielded by the system, and the system naturally knows what she thinks.
"......." can be said to be so high-sounding while the fire is robbing, and my host is also very good.
When the dill arrived, the "sad" atmosphere of the entire mourning scene was rushing to a maximum.
Dill looked coldly at a certain concubine who was crying and was heartbroken, and looked at the palace people who were crying and grabbing the ground, and the corners of her lips hooked up a mocking smile.
If she didn't know how Aunt Li died, maybe she was blinded by these people, and she would think that there was much affection and friendship between them.
Everyone was obviously a little surprised by the sudden visit of Emperor Nanwu, and after a short period of stunnedness, there was a series of kneeling sounds.
"Get up, all of you, and go on." Dill said with rare understanding, standing aside and still quietly watching everyone, without the slightest intention of leaving.
This time, everyone, including a certain concubine, was really stunned, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.
His Majesty said, let's continue? Is it to keep us crying?
But with His Majesty's face condensed on the side and his eyes sharp, who can continue to act?
"What, stop crying?" Dill raised her voice slightly, and there was a hint of banter in her tone.
"Back to Your Majesty, Lihua, she should also rest in peace." A certain concubine responded.
"Oh, the implication is that you've all cried enough, haven't you?" Dill said.
"...... Yes"
"Then let's get down to business." Dill stopped making a sound after speaking, and sat leisurely on the soft chair that Nanlin had moved.
A certain concubine looked at Dill with some confusion, but saw that the other party did not mean to solve her doubts, so she had to turn her eyes for help to the palace maid beside Dill for help.
So, the confidant palace maid spoke: "Your Majesty means that the concubine should start investigating the real murderer of Aunt Li." ”
After speaking, the palace maid habitually looked at dill, but before her sight arrived, she met an extremely gloomy and threatening gaze, and under the gaze of that gaze, the palace maid felt as if she was naked in the cold winter of Sanjiu, and the biting chill slowly climbed up from her feet, approaching her heart.
So, she retracted her gaze for affirmation and praise with interest. "Nine thousand years old is really worthy of this name," the palace maid thought slightly in her heart.
And what is Nanlin thinking at this moment?
"This big palace maid beside Emperor Nanwu seems to be very favored, do you want to find an opportunity to find an excuse to 'click off'" However, when Nan Lin was still hesitating, Dill looked at him.
In an instant, the fierceness on his face receded like a tide, replaced by a sheep-like meekness and harmlessness.
"Don't think about anything," Dill showed a wicked smile, with a look of clarity on her face that had seen through the disguise and guessed her thoughts, "I'm afraid of trouble." ”
The short words seemed to have no coherence, but Nan Lin understood it. "The palace maid is just a person who can know what I mean and can convey it on my behalf, I don't want you to kill her, because it's rare to meet such a person, and it's too troublesome to kill her."