The guards were frightened, but they still didn't dare to go against Princess Chen for a while. Everyone knows how much the princess loves the princess, almost to the point of obedience, even the most trusted steward Zhou and the star-chasing Yue Feng around the prince are respectful to the princess, how dare they dare to go against the princess.

But Princess Yu is the nominal mother concubine of King Chen, and the mother's family is the emperor's most relied on An Wangfu, and now that King Xuan is in charge of Gyeonggi Guard, his power is gradually growing, and they dare not disobey Princess Yu's orders.

A few guards pushed me, I pushed you, and never dared to step forward as cannon fodder.

"What are you doing with it? Take this adulterer down and torture him! Princess Yu shouted again, turned her head, looked at Mu Xuefu with mockery in her eyes and said, "What? Are you afraid that he won't be able to stand the torture and confess to you? Or do you feel sorry for your adulterer, so you can't bear to see him suffer? ”

Mu Xuefu smiled coldly and turned her eyes to Pan Qihao, if she guessed correctly, he would confess because he couldn't stand the punishment. In that case, she gave him this opportunity to see what tricks they played. She said calmly: "I am not afraid of shadows, I am innocent and worthy of my heart." Besides, I have nothing to do with him at all, and I want to interrogate him. ”

The moonlight is as soft as the silver sand, through the light Xiu sifting out the brightness of a place, the autumn breeze is like jade, the cold is light, there is a wanton evening breeze through the hall, cool around the beams full of the hall.

There was a lot of questioning in the front hall of King Chen's mansion, although Jing Rong did not come back, Princess Yu had already taken advantage of this gap to collect all kinds of human and material evidence that convicted Mu Xuefu.

After several investigations, all kinds of evidence were extremely unfavorable to Mu Xuefu. In particular, out of thin air, there were two more maids who said that they saw the princess and the guards having a tryst in the back garden when the prince went to Jiangnan, and Pan Qihao, the guard who was ordered to be tortured and interrogated by Princess Yu before, also admitted that he had a personal affair with Mu Xuefu because he couldn't stand the punishment.

Mu Xuefu has been sitting on the side drinking tea from beginning to end, watching them join forces to make a play with cold eyes, secretly sneering in her heart, I only think that this play is more exciting and beautiful than what is written in the play.

After a round of interrogation, the smug look on Princess Yu's face became stronger and stronger. She looked at Mu Xuefu with disdain, but when she saw that she was calm, even with so much unfavorable evidence in front of her, she still looked like she was nothing, so she was angry. She tugged away her clothes and said in a deep voice, "Mu Shi, what else do you have to say?" ”

Mu Xuefu raised her eyes to stare at her, smiled coldly, and shot back mercilessly: "If I have anything to say, I have to wait for the prince to come back." ”

Princess Yu's face became even more ugly when she was choked, raised her arrogant chin, and slapped it on the table fiercely, "Okay, I'll see how you have the face to talk to King Chen!" ”

The fury that piled up in his chest was like volcanic lava on the verge of erupting, and if he added another fire, it would burst out. Mu Xuefu continued to calm down and adjust the resentment in her heart, and knocked the teacup with the lid of the cup one by one, and the crisp sound was extremely harsh in the silent hall. The sound shook people's hearts like a hammer, but everyone was just silent, and they didn't dare to say more.

It's just that everyone's hearts are waiting for the verdict, anxiously waiting for King Chen to come back. They were all looking forward to it, eagerly looking forward to seeing how Muschev would fail.

Bright candles illuminated the hall and reflected on every flower-like face in the room. Those beautiful faces shimmer with shapes, and there is an unpredictable mind under the delicate makeup. The skirt is as soft as a babbling stream across the bluestone, smooth and soft, and freezes the atmosphere of the room as if it is falling into a thick atmosphere.

Mu Xuefu supported her forehead with her hand, leaned lazily on the seat, her eyes were faint, and she walked around the faces of everyone from time to time, taking in everyone's expressions.

Princess Yu's eyes burst with excitement, confident, with arrogance Princess Xuan sat next to her, kept her head down and drank tea, her long eyelashes were getting longer and longer under the warm light and shadow of the candlelight, and no one could see what was flashing in her lowered eyes Minglian sat quietly, frowning, as if there was endless worry condensed on her brows

And the most strange thing for Mu Xuefu is Hua Meier, if it were the usual, she would definitely fall into the well and add fuel to the fire, but today it is unusual, not only did not push the waves, but never said a word from beginning to end. Such an abnormality had to attract her attention.

In the end, Mu Xuefu set her eyes on Hua Mei'er and looked at her carefully. She wore a garnet-red scattered flower mist breast-length skirt, her hands on her stomach, and she kept rubbing the embroidery on her clothes. She kept her head down, and the few strands of hair left on her forehead made her expression hide, revealing only her white cheeks. But the almost transparent complexion was pale, as if he had a disease, and he didn't have the glamorous and delicate posture of his usual days at all.

It's just that Mu Xuefu's gaze that stayed on her was just about to withdraw, but suddenly she secretly looked at Pan Qihao, who was kneeling on the ground and being beaten. And that look, with the color of bitterness that he tried to endure and suffer, glowed with a faint glow, like a handful of twilight afterglow, when the darkness descended at sunset, it dimmed little by little.

A spark flashed in her mind, and Mu Xuefu remembered the smell of Pan Qihao. She had smelled the fragrance of Mei Nu Jiao from Hua Mei'er, and as far as she knew, Hua Mei'er also liked the floral fragrance of osmanthus the most.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and the smile on his lips seemed to be overflowing. Mu Xuefu looked at Hua Mei'er with a smile, her mind settled little by little, and then slowly cooled into ice.

It may be that Mu Xuefu's gaze is too hot, Hua Mei'er seems to have senses, and she raised her head suddenly, just in time to break into the eyes that seemed to be smiling. Her heart sudden, as if somewhere in her heart had been torn open by Mu Xuefu, and the hidden secret was revealed. She hurriedly dodged, lowered her eyes, and her hand unconsciously moved from her abdomen to her heart, feeling that she was about to jump out uncontrollably.

The smile on Mu Xuefu's lips slowly retracted, and she took a deep breath, her cold eyes scraped over the faces of all the women in the hall one by one.

Although Hua Meier has never dealt with herself, she doesn't have the brains to set up such a game, and she can't think of such a thoughtful way to kill herself. Moreover, judging from all indications, this Pan Qihao is likely to be her lover. And Hua Mei'er looked at Pan Qihao's expression just now with an extremely complicated expression, mixed with chagrin, heartache and unbearableness, and grief, she clearly felt sorry for this man, and even fell in love with this man.

If she really fell in love with this man, how could she be willing to use this man to set herself up?

Unless, someone grabbed them and made them have to act such a scene.

Who could this person be?

The person who can think of such a delicate method to harm her must be a thoughtful and exquisite person, but now there are not many people in the palace of King Chen who have this kind of scheming.

Ming Bangxin is meticulous in her work, but she looks weak, and there should be no way to threaten a guard.

Luo Xianxian is brave and unscrupulous, and she usually has a bit of the ability to fan the flames, so letting her use her brain is simply an insult to her brain.

Yun Shu is a wall grass, wherever the wind blows, she will pour it on. She only has the ability to rely on others, and has no ability to take advantage of others.

The other concubines don't seem to be such scheming people.

The rest of the people are Princess Yu, who is like fire and water with her, and Princess Xuan, who hides needles and honey-bellied swords.

The eyes lingered on Princess Yu and Princess Xuan, like rippling glass waves, charming and charming. She touched the lotus blossom gold bracelet on her wrist, the carving on the bracelet was fine, and even the lines on the lotus leaves were clearly visible. And Dilian, also known as Hehuan Lotus, and the elegant name of Tongxin Hibiscus, symbolizes the lingering love between men and women, just like her and Jingrong, or Hua Meier and Pan Qihao.

Suddenly, as soon as the movements in his hands stopped, Mu Xuefu seemed to wake up from a dream, and sighed softly. When did she become so soft-hearted, and when did she have compassion?

My heart was in turmoil, like a drizzle, and the flowers were falling, and I only felt that I was really confused by love, and I didn't even know myself.

For a moment, she was cowardly, she retreated, she did not dare to take any further step.

In the gap of feelings, she is like a little eagle waiting to soar, standing on the edge of the cliff, just waiting to take a step, and she may spread her wings and fly high.

But at this moment, she suddenly realized that she was also standing in danger, and taking a step forward, maybe she would open her wings and fly with the trend, or perhaps, she would fall into a mountain stream and break her bones.

The fragrant fragrance diffuses from the incense burner of the golden crane Qingbo Mountain, and when you listen carefully, there is the rustling sound of burning incense crumbs. The hanging veil floated with the wind through the crack in the door, and the light gauze tent and the sound of agarwood burning overlapped, dragging Mu Xuefu's fluttering mood back.

She picked up the teacup with hot air floating and took a sip, a warm current accompanied by a fragrant entrance, like a hot spring bathing stamen, reaching every part of her body, making her feel refreshed, only to feel that Ren Du's two veins have been opened.

When Jingrong came back, it was already late, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the servants and slaves kneeling on the ground all over the courtyard. He swept his eyes, his eyebrows surging slightly, containing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Don't think about it, there can be no one else except Jing Wanqi for such a big battle.

Today, he came back much later than usual because he was talking to someone, and because he promised Mu Xuefu to accompany her to dinner tonight but lost his word, so in order to make amends for her, he specially went to Furong Pavilion and selected a few ornaments to give to her to make her happy.

As soon as he entered the house, Jing Wanqi's grandmother was waiting at the door, saying that Princess Yu asked him to go to the front yard.

Ignoring the kneeling people, Jing Rong walked through the verandah into the hall, and as soon as he entered, everyone except Princess Yu saluted him. He screamed lightly, and his cold gaze crossed everyone, only falling on Mu Xuefu.