Mo Guhan suddenly ordered to temporarily revoke the review of the case by the Zongren Order, and Concubine Ling was secretly happy in her heart, thinking that he was thinking about the old feelings, and his subordinates were reluctant.

She couldn't sleep day and night, and she was always thinking about how to face Mo Guhan's interrogation and how to exonerate herself.

She thought about it a little bit from front to back, trying to concoct an excuse that was perfectly flawless.

She thought to herself that the insider Hancui had been killed with a cane, Shi Yunhai had also committed suicide, and the killer had no proof of death, and Mo Guhan was only suspicious, without conclusive evidence, he would definitely not easily condemn himself.

In addition, he still has the child in his womb, which is his strongest barrier, no one knows the truth of the beginning, this child can not only keep himself safe, but also continue to bring glory and wealth to the rest of his life.

If there is no child, in front of Chu Yuehua, she is nothing, I am afraid that she would have already stepped into the footsteps of Concubine He and Yajieyu.

The only thing I regret is that I shouldn't be soft-hearted, and if I leave trouble, I should have killed Shi Yunhai's wife a long time ago, that is the real seamless.

Also, she should have disposed of the remaining Huanyan incense earlier, leaving no trace. At the beginning, she was reluctant, thinking that this Huanyan Xiangguo was really a good thing, thinking about staying, maybe one day Mo Guhan remembered herself and came to visit in the Jiaofang Palace, she could still use it, and she could also use it to save Mo Guhan's heart.

This Huan Yan Xiang, she put it for a few months, until Yuehua came out of the palace and met the Shi family, she had a little sense of crisis, and then she remembered this thing, and felt that keeping it was also a trouble, and it had to be dealt with earlier.

She couldn't get out of the Jiaofang Hall because she was raising a fetus, and she didn't dare to fake her hands to others, so she simply dug up a little soil in the flower pot, buried Huanyanxiang in the flower pot, and then covered the soil.

She was also worried about revealing traces, so she poured the remaining tea and tea leaves into the flower pot to cover up, hoping that the fragrance below would melt when it met the water.

It should be because of this incense or tea leaves, the leaves of the feng shui tree soon began to turn yellow, probably because the roots had rotted. The palace people asked her if she had ordered the people of the Internal Affairs Office to replace the flower, but she was a little weak-hearted, so she refused, worried that the Internal Affairs Office would dig up the soil and fertilize it.

Although Huanyan Xiang is rare, ordinary people don't know it, let alone a group of eunuchs, but what if?

Unexpectedly, his white eyes were so vicious, and the thought of digging up the dirt to explore the contents of it also aroused suspicion.

In this way, his image in Mo Guhan's heart is afraid that it will plummet, and it will never be recovered.

Concubine Ling thought about it repeatedly and angrily, in the past year or so, she has been up and down many times, and she can survive any time, because she has an imperial aunt, the Shen family behind her, and now she has a fetus in her womb, so she will be safe and sound.

She comforted herself in this way, but the fear in her heart gradually swelled uncontrollably, making her irritable day and night. In addition, there is a deficiency of pregnancy qi and blood, and when I get up in the morning, my hair falls down a lot, and a white scalp the size of a copper coin is directly exposed at the center of my head.

The little girl who combed her hair trembled, and the jade comb fell to the ground and fell into two smooth petals.

She heard the old man say that this is a "ghost shaving head", and it is going to be unlucky.

Concubine Ling was thinking about things, she was startled, and when she turned her head, she saw the hair on the ground, which was shocking, and she was immediately angry.

As soon as he raised his hand, he couldn't help but say that it was a slap in the face.

"Cheap hooves! Why did you pull down so much hair for Hongu, isn't it itchy? ”

These days, my master is short-tempered, and the little girl has long understood it thoroughly. Other family's personal girls all follow their masters to eat and drink spicy, but they have this hard work and become a punching bag.

She knelt on the ground trembling and begging for mercy, but she was secretly cursing in her heart, this ghost's bad luck of shaving her head should have befallen her concubine earlier.

Concubine Ling scolded incessantly, and at the same time approached the mirror, the face in the mirror was magnified, and then suddenly pulled and deformed.

"How can this be?" Concubine Ling pulled her hair with her hand in a panic, and her color changed in shock.

"Someone must have hurt me! Someone poisoned me! ”

She turned around suddenly, stared viciously at the little girl kneeling on the ground, and gasped in her throat: "Is it you?" Did you collude with the queen to harm me? ”

The little girl was frightened by her hideous face, and waved her hand in panic: "No, no, the slave doesn't dare!" ”

Concubine Ling hurriedly swept around, like a beast trapped in a cage, which frightened the little girl. She knew that Concubine Ling was looking for a sharp weapon that could hurt herself, a vase? Scissors?

The slaves and maids who served closely in the Jiaofang Hall did not end well, and the people outside said so.

She is hesitating, is she going along with it, or is she resisting?

Concubine Ling's gaze has been fixed on a hairpin, ruthless and vicious.

The little girl couldn't care about anything else, so she got up and ran.

The door of the Jiaofang Hall was locked, and she couldn't escape, so she banged on the door desperately, shouting for help. The sharp hairpin would surely have cut his face open and his skin peeled.

There was movement outside the door, the lock on the door "clanged", and the temple door was pushed open.

It is two brocade guards, beside the emperor.

The little girl felt like she was going to be the rest of her life, so she knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Two big brothers, help, please, let me out, let me do any drudgery, I will die if I stay here."

The two guards ignored her, went straight around her, walked to the door of the dormitory, and shouted: "Concubine Ling, the emperor is invited." ”

Concubine Ling held the hairpin in her hand, and had already chased to the outer hall in a hurry, and when she heard Mo Guhan's summons, she was inevitably happy in her heart, and the hairpin in her hand fell to the ground.

The emperor summoned himself, did he feel compassion?

She hurriedly gathered her sideburns, lifted her chin, and regained her composure: "You guys retreat for the time being, and let the palace freshen up." ”

The brocade-clothed guard looked at her with great disdain, and that look made her very angry, in this Forbidden City, who dared to look at herself like that?

Another guard said in a more contemptuous tone: "The emperor has ordered that Concubine Xuanling should go to the Qianqing Palace to hear the trial as soon as possible, and there must be no mistakes." ”

Hearing? Concubine Ling's heart was a "pop", the emperor was going to interrogate herself.

She barely suppressed the anger in her heart for the disrespect to the two of them, and asked, "Is there any new progress in the case?" Has the emperor caught the real murderer? ”

The guard shook his head and threw her a very cold sentence: "I don't know." ”

What is this attitude?

Concubine Ling's anger rose again in an instant, and before she could ask a voice, the two of them had already broken into the dormitory even more rudely: "Concubine Ling, please." ”

Concubine Ling is not stupid, she has been keenly aware of the bad things from the attitude of the two towards her.

When the people in the palace saw the wind and rudder, their eyes were as sharp as needle noses, and it was impossible for them to treat themselves with such an attitude for no reason. But whenever things take a turn for the better, or the queen mother supports herself, these minions don't dare to slack off.

The two guards stepped forward and urged unceremoniously: "Let's go, the emperor is in a hurry, we can't afford to be guilty." ”

Concubine Ling was full of apprehension, touched her hair in a panic, and glared viciously at the little girl who was cowering outside the door, "Are you dead?" It's been there! Hurry up and find a handkerchief to wrap up Hongu's hair! ”

The little girl ran in tremblingly, rummaged through the rummags, turned out a black satin handkerchief, wrapped Ling Guifei's hair, and paused her fingertips, hesitating slightly.

"Okay, no, grinding?"

"Alright." The little girl lowered her hand.

Concubine Ling reached out and touched the handkerchief on her head, followed the two guards to the Qianqing Palace, and her heart was like beating a drum along the way, messy and very uneasy.

The door of the main hall of the Qianqing Palace is wide open, and there are many guards at the door, with expressionless faces, like a rakshasa, which is particularly strict.

This is the place where Concubine Ling often comes, and today I have changed a state of mind, and I feel that the golden dragon on the eaves pillar, the stone carving of the Rui beast in the courtyard, and the painted paint depiction are all a little hideous. It was as if it was overwhelmingly smashing towards him, and it was a little difficult to even breathe.

Please come in, concubine!

The guard waved his hand, as if inviting the king into the urn. The door of the black hole was like the mouth of a monster with a wide open mouth, and it could swallow her in one bite.

She was timid and hesitated in the doorway for a moment.

"What, Concubine Ling, what are you afraid of?"

There was a cold and hard voice from Mo Gu in the door, without the slightest temperature.

Concubine Ling gritted her teeth, lifted the hem of her skirt, and stepped over the vermilion lacquer threshold.

In the main hall, Mo Guhan sat in the middle, with a domineering aura that looked down on all things, and the natural domineering made Concubine Ling have to look up and be in awe.

This man is the one she admired all her life, a unique and magnificent man in the world. Facing him is like a mountain looking up, like facing the vast starry sky. Even after so many years of companionship, that kind of admiration has not diminished at all, but is deeply rooted.

Although, in order to stay by his side forever, for the happiness of the rest of her life, she did whatever it took to betray him.

Concubine Ling stroked her round lower abdomen, and called delicately: "Your Majesty." ”

The door of the temple slowly closed behind her, blocking the last rays of sunlight outside. The whole hall became eerie.

"Sit down."

Mo Gu made a cold voice, his voice was like ice, and there were no waves.

There was a chair a foot away from his dragon chair, prepared in advance.

Concubine Ling rubbed in front of her step by step, sat down, and was about to raise her face to look at Mo Guhan, with an insurmountable distance in between.

"Your Majesty." She spoke aggrieved again, not knowing what to say.

"Yuehua said, you are also a pregnant woman, no matter how big a sin you commit, you can't be harsh."

Mo Guhan's words ignited the grievances and resentment in Concubine Ling's heart. Everything she is bad today is all due to her Chu Yuehua, she is still pretending to be like this, pretending to be a good person?

Yuehua said, Yuehua said, she Chu Yuehua said that everything she said was right, and she had to obey her words!