On the second day of February, Murong Jin only came back on the fifth day of the first month, and only entered the door of the Xiangqi Palace's mansion for the first time.

If it weren't for Wang Fu coming over to spread the word, Li Xiang would have thought that it would be Murong Jin's turn to be unlucky this time.

During this period, Chunyu contacted Dark Pillar, but because Dark Pile was only following the orders of Xiangye's father and son, there was not much news that could tell Li Xiang, but among these limited clues, Li Xiang felt that he had pieced together an unpleasant truth.

Mrs. Fucha handed over the letter again, and talked about the matter of the six girls in detail, so she sent someone to find out, and when Murong Jin came in, Mrs. Fucha's letter Li Xiang had only finished reading.

I haven't seen him for three days, Murong Jin's face is a little pale, it's not obvious, it's just that Li Xiang himself has pretended to be sick, and at a glance, he thinks that he may really have a precursor to illness, and he doesn't know what he has been doing in the past three days.

Looking at each other, Li Xiang directly handed over the letter.

Murong Jin looked at the letter, and then at Li Xiang, on the envelope in the latter's hand, the huge seal of Fucha Mansion and the big characters "Respectfully Present the Seventh Princess" can be seen by any person standing there Murong Jin.

A few steps forward, Murong Jin tentatively accepted the letter, and Li Xiang let go of his hand without hesitation.

Sitting down, Murong Jin glanced at the letter, slammed it upside down on the table, and looked at Li Xiang silently.

"Chunyu should have said it all, is there anything else Your Highness wants to ask?" Li Xiang was stared at a little awkwardly, "This letter was sent by Mrs. Fucha, the third one." ”

"I can see it." Murong Jin didn't care, but he also closed his gaze.

"Sting!" Li Xiang called someone, and the stunned stinger who had been waiting at the door came in, went to the box to find something to come out, handed it to Li Xiang, went out again, and closed the door smoothly.

In broad daylight, you don't need to light the lights, just the light from the door and window paper and carvings can illuminate half of the room, not to mention that the windows are not closed.

Li Xiang also handed the first two letters to Murong Jin, and together with the envelope, he saw that the latter leaned closer and raised his hand to take it, but he took a detour and poured himself a glass of water.

Li Xiang was stunned, only then did he realize that Murong Jin's hair was half-dry, and he should have come over after washing, so his pale face was because of this?

Silently watching Murong Jin not read the letter at all, and took a piece of pastry for himself, Li Xiang really felt that he was too worried, and after looking at it for a while, he suddenly realized a problem......

"Lixia, go and bring the soup simmering on the mango stove!" Li Xiang realized that Murong Jin didn't look for a staff member or a favorite concubine when he returned to the house, but he could only drink water and swallow pastries, and felt that he was a little abusive/treated, so he could be regarded as "sharing weal and woe", and Li Xiang felt that he had always been generous to his allies.

Murong Jin glanced at Li Xiang who was standing at the door, squinted, and then lowered his head and silently took a bite of the osmanthus cake, the sweetness of the red date tea was still in his mouth, mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, it was not a seasonal thing, let alone a ripe pick, but it was just as sweet. There is only half a cup left in the cup, and a little red date crushed skin can be vaguely seen, the red date tea is still hot, even the cup is hot, and the slightly white fingers along the way are also warm.

"Only duck soup." Li Xiang gave way, Mangzhong brought the soup up, since Li Xiang was pregnant, Mangzhong temporarily gave up the strange medicinal food, and the cooking was also decent, and he was afraid that she would be hungry, so he stewed the soup at any time, Li Xiang couldn't finish drinking a few of them, and he couldn't finish drinking, there were other maids in the yard, and he could always finish drinking.

"And an almond crisp." Li Xiang remembered that she wanted to eat it yesterday, and she didn't want to eat it when she made it this morning, but she made a lot of it, and she was ready to send one from each yard, but she hadn't started to send it yet.

Murong Jin waited for the maid to serve the soup, silently glanced at the osmanthus cake that was missing half a plate, and shook his head.

The old duck soup has been stewed for several hours, and as soon as it is revealed, it is fragrant, Li Xiang glanced at it and drank the water silently.

Who knew that the soup that had just been filled with mangzhong was handed to Murong Jin, and it was in front of her again, Li Xiang shook his head decisively, she really couldn't eat it anymore, otherwise it would not be because of morning sickness exposure but because she was too mellow and exposed that she was happy.

Murong Jin was not reluctant, glanced at Li Xiang, and stretched out his hand to fill another bowl for himself.

Li Xiang: ......

Good-looking people eat pleasing to the eye. This sentence makes sense, and more appropriately, makes people greedy. Li Xiang bowed her head silently, she couldn't eat anymore, out of sight was pure, Murong Jin had good habits, there was no sound at all, if it weren't for the meat in the soup Murong Jin also put it in the bowl, she suspected that the bowl was just soup, she didn't even hear the sound of chewing, of course, it was not ruled out that she was in a daze.

After a while, Li Xiang saw Murong Jin take the bowl in front of her, and asked again, "You really don't drink it?" ”

Li Xiang refused completely, and then watched Murong Jin drink it, and was finally taken out by Mangzhong......

At this point, after delaying a meal of old duck soup, Li Xiang changed a piece of paper and handed it to Murong Jin.

A small piece of crumpled paper, not the kind of letter paper that is printed and distributed, nor the kind of rice paper that is usually written, it is not even white to the touch, it is more like a kind of leather paper commonly used by small traders, and the text on it is only eight words: [Be careful, be cautious in words and deeds], there is no payment, but there is a [Seventh Brother] above.

"The crown princess gave it, and it was stuffed on the second day of February." Li Xiang looked at Murong Jin's overly calm appearance, a little sad for the East Palace, the prince didn't know where to go, he was still busy spreading news with his younger brother, and he also used the crown princess, but the younger brother himself was as calm as illiterate, as if he didn't understand the meaning at all.

Li Xiang drank water silently, waiting for Murong Jin to read Mrs. Fucha's letters again, and then spoke: "Your Highness thinks that Fucha Mansion has anything to do with them?" ”

"Who are they?"

“…… Yutian has had many accidents, and none of the criminal departments of Dali Temple have been investigated, and there are few different methods, killing/people/burying/corpses in one go, and more and more people are involved, and the identity is getting closer and closer to the center of the harem. After a pause, Li Xiang softened his tone, "The concubine also wants to know who they are." ”

Murong Jin was in a complicated mood, pursed his lips, and said after a while: "This matter is very involved, and there will definitely be a decision, you ...... Don't look it up. ”

"Okay." Li Xiang agreed too simply, and Murong Jin glanced at her again.

"The concubine hasn't been idle to that point, and she won't find trouble for herself, Your Highness can rest assured." Li Xiang met Murong Jin's gaze and gave an explanation. It has nothing to do with her, nothing to do with her family, she doesn't want to worry about it.

"Until uprooted, nothing is known." Murong Jin looked at her little princess, and for a moment, she wanted to tell her the whole story, but not yet.

Li Xiang understood, Fuchafu, whether it is innocent or not, it is still impossible to judge, or rather, it may not be innocent. In fact, it is not unreasonable, these three letters, whether they are afraid that she will torture her daughter in the future, or test the tone, who knows? After all, in order to convince Li Xiang, from the first blank envelope to the current envelope with the seal of Fucha Prefecture, it was only three letters and three days.