"I inquired privately, but the Yulin guards didn't hear that they had caught anyone, so they thought it should have run Lin Lang curled up obediently and pillowed his head on Tuoba Hong's lap.

"Well, that's the best, find a way to send a message to Tuoba Xian, let him send someone to intercept him in the north, and be sure to catch someone." Tuoba Hong recalled all the details and confirmed that everything was safe, at this time, between him and the Empress Dowager, it was up to him who was more patient. As long as the Assassin's affairs are confirmed, he can use the name of strengthening the guards to request the formation of the Son of Heaven's personal guard. If he didn't obey his forbidden army, even if he got married, he could only be a puppet emperor on the throne.

Coincidentally, half a month ago, the defenders of Pingcheng once caught a Rouran detail, Tuoba Hong happened to hear a Rouran confession during the interrogation, he didn't understand Rouran, all based on the memory of syllables, memorized that sentence, and quietly found someone who knew Rouran to ask, only to know that Rouran people plotted this assassination. Now, all he had to do was insist that he had been frightened into illness by the Assassins. As for that little girl......

"She doesn't smell like lemongrass...... "Tuoba Hong pondered.

Lin Lang naturally knew who he was talking about, and immediately raised his head, "When I was making tea in the medicine room that day, I did leave the lemongrass on her. ”

"Lin Lang, you're always too careful," Tuoba Hong smiled and held her hair, "I never doubt you." The kind of citronella brinket that is easy to throw away. The second half of the sentence in her heart was not spoken, if she deliberately took it, then the two times she met, it must have been intentional, how could she be tolerated?

While he was talking, someone outside asked to see him. Tuoba Hong nudged Lin Lang, "Go and help me again, remember to say that I was sick, and I was disturbed by the assassins, so I got sick." ”

A day and a night passed, the emperor and the empress dowager were still closed to outsiders, the emperor said he was sick, but the empress dowager had been busy in the palace. The old ministers of the clan, led by Tuoba Cheng, the king of Rencheng, requested that the records of the palace guards that night be thoroughly examined in order to confirm whether any assassins had slipped through the net.

Feng Miao was locked in a small cubicle in the main hall of the Fengyi Palace, and he could hear the speech in the main hall, but he couldn't see the human figure. Someone led Doctor Wang Zheng into the hall and said, "Miss is no longer in trouble, there is still some redness and swelling on her face and neck, you must not grasp it with your hands, and if you raise it for ten or so days, you can get better." ”

Hearing this, Feng Miao's heart sank, the young lady that the doctor was talking about should be Feng Qing. She suddenly fell ill, and it was nothing, but the last night before she became ill, she was locked up in the small Buddha hall with herself, so that things could be big or small.

As soon as the doctor left, Feng Miao was taken out again. The Empress Dowager held a small gold cup and drank black chicken soup in one gulp. After a stick of incense, the Empress Dowager wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and then asked, "What happened that night, tell the mourning family again." ”

Feng Miao only felt a heart pounding in her chest, she had already vaguely guessed a clue, for some reason she couldn't figure it out now, the Empress Dowager wanted to suppress the assassin incident. If she said that she met someone that night, she would go against the will of the Queen Mother, but if she didn't say it...... Feng Qing suddenly fell ill, but she didn't tell her, how could the eldest princess of Boling spare her?

Just as she was about to speak, the Empress Dowager's armor tapped lightly on the table, and Aunt Cui put something in front of her. Feng Miao raised her head slightly, and saw the incense burner in the small Buddha hall on the blue brick floor. The lid of the furnace was lifted, and in the remaining ashes, unburned paper could be faintly seen.

Feng Miao was dizzy for a while, as if there were countless fireflies flying, she hurried out that night, clearly remembering that the paper had been burned out, how could there still be a corner left in the furnace?

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