Obviously it was a matter of the horse master's family, but Princess Pingle was even more angry than the horse master, and the more Princess Pingle talked about it, the more angry she became.

Chu Zhihuan hurriedly comforted Princess Pingle and said, "The princess is angry!" Ye Yiqiu has already been arrested, and he is angry for this kind of crumbs, and his body is not worth it! ”

Chu Zhihuan hurriedly instructed the maid beside him: "Go to the kitchen, the white fungus pear soup I just boiled for the princess should be ready, bring it out, put it in the ice cellar, and serve it to the princess when it is cold, and give the princess a good defeat." ”

With the concubine's meticulous care, Princess Pingle's mood finally calmed down, covered her mouth and said angrily: "Xianggong, you cook sweets for me again!" Guo'er saw it, and it was time to say that you were partial to me and didn't like her! ”

Chu Zhihuan smiled and said: "Guo'er will grow up in the future, and her husband will love her, not bad for me, my father." ”

The husband and wife are true love, and the child is an accident, which is so sweet.

Chu Xiangling smiled and said: "The princess and the concubine couple have a deep affection, they have heard of it for a long time, it is really better to hear it than to see it in person, and it is better to see it in person, and envy others." ”

Princess Pingle smiled like a flower, and said to Xiangling mysteriously: "Have you also watched "The Story of Xiangguo Temple"? What's the story in the book? ”

Xiangling nodded his head and said, "Look, it's good-looking; Sweet, sweet!! ”

Princess Pingle was even happier, and covered her mouth and said, "It's an exaggeration...... The horses did not travel thousands of miles for my birthday, but I rode three dead horses when I gave birth; The horse didn't help the monks in the temple carry water to see me, but chopped wood......"

Princess Pingle has a proud face, and her whole body exudes happiness.

Chu Xiangling had no choice but to cooperate with a look of envy.

Chu Zhilian said embarrassedly: "Princess, you are all old husbands and wives, and what are you doing in the past?" ”

A gust of wind blew in outside, and Chu Zhilian instinctively turned around and let himself stand in the wind, blocking most of the wind, for fear that the princess would blow the wind and catch a cold.

Even Ling Qingyue, who thought she was a favorite wife, was a step late, feeling a little sorry for Xiangling, and looked at Xiangling crampedly.

Xiangling's expression was a little solemn, her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked at Chu Zhilian in a daze.

Ling Qingyue's heart suddenly felt a little sour.

secretly scolded himself for not having the eyesight to see and losing to the horse master, it was obvious that the lady was angry.

Chu Zhilian said to Princess Pingle: "Princess, the thief has been caught, and the follow-up will be handed over to me and Ling Shangshu." Uncle and aunt are no longer there, Lanzhu is lonely, you care more about her, let her find her in-law in advance. ”

Princess Pingle sighed and said, "Good things are grinding, I hope Lanzhu is like me and meets a lover who is as affectionate as you."

Princess Pingle left.

Chu Zhilian said to Ling Qingyue: "Ling Shangshu, my cousin doesn't know about this matter yet, if she knows, according to her fierce temper, it is estimated that she will have to seek death, you just treat this incident as if it didn't happen, didn't you see the painting, okay?" ”

Ling Qingyue nodded and said, "Don't worry, my lord, only the lady and the princess have seen that painting, and the others are all in prison."

Chu Zhihuan nodded gratefully.

The two of them chatted about the court again, and Xiangling sat on her stomach and felt uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but stand up again.

Instinctively, he walked back to the picture, staring intently at the ink spot.

Turning around, he found that the two people were talking about something, Xiangling quickly and accurately touched the ink dots, and was stunned to find that the ink dots were lit up after the painting was framed.

"Does Madame Ling like this painting?" Chu Zhilian asked suddenly.

Xiangling turned around and saw that Chu Zhilian and Ling Qingyue had already stood up and looked at her.

Xiangling changed the ink dot to point to the painting, and said with envy: "Master Horse, Xianggong told me that this painting was specially painted by Master Horse for the princess, and the painting is really good, you can not touch the painting ...... Master Don't give it."

After speaking, Xiangling glanced at Ling Qingyue with a bad look, and Ling Qingyue hurriedly begged for mercy: "Lady, I can't learn this, I can't draw pictures of ladies, in the entire Great Qi Kingdom, I can't find one comparable to the master of the horse."

Xiangling said to Ling Qingyue with a regretful face: "Xianggong, can you go?"

Ling Qingyue nodded, and the two of them said goodbye to Chu Zhilian and left the Horse Mansion.

got into the carriage, Xiangling didn't say a word, her eyebrows kept twisting, obviously not in a very good mood.

Ling Qingyue couldn't guess what the reason was.

When she came back from Tan Wanyi, Xiangling's mood was not so bad, why did it become uncertain when she went to the Pony Mansion?

When she was almost home, Ling Qingyue finally couldn't help but ask, "Xiangling, why are you unhappy after you came out of the Horse Mansion?"

Xiangling groaned: "I'm not unhappy, it's just that some things can't be figured out." In that painting, the mole on the princess's ankle was dotted at the back; The mole on Mei Lanzhu's ankle is painted, and it is strange that it is in the same position, like a pool of mosquito blood falling on the wall, and the person who looks at it is very uncomfortable. ”

Ling Qingyue muttered: "The ink spots on the princess's ankles may also happen to drip ink?" Are you too careful? ”

Xiangling shook her head and said: "Not only that, I smelled a faint sandalwood fragrance on the horse, this smell, I have smelled it on Mei Lanzhu."

Is the same a coincidence, the same, or a coincidence?

Ling Qingyue also fell into deep thought.

When he got home, Sun Liangtian waited outside, and eagerly came up to report: "Big brother, Ye Yiqiu is dead."

"Ye Yiqiu is dead? How did he die? "From the analysis of what Xiangling heard, Ye Yiqiu may have also threatened Dali Siqing, could it be that Dali Siqing killed Ye Yiqiu in order to take revenge?

Sun Liangtian shook his head and said: "I have examined Ye Yiqiu's body, but he committed suicide by taking poison, and the poison was hidden in Ye's scarf, and it was not found."

"Doesn't he still have a dozen of his men? Did the trial come out of anything useful? ”

Sun Liangtian said with a sad face: "I have used more than a dozen kinds of torture tools, but I have no tricks, it seems that I really don't know the inside story."

Ling Qingyue pondered for a long time and said: "Originally, I was just suspicious, but now I can be sure that behind Ye Yiqiu, there is another big man hidden!"

However, the clue was broken like this, and maybe, the person behind it also knew that he was doing something that was hated, so he could only learn from the gecko and cut off his tail to survive.

I thought this would be the end, but I didn't expect two major events to happen the next day.

Princess Pingle went to the prison to vent her anger and took Ye Yiqiu's men to ...... Zhao Zhang, who was in charge of painting, was hung up and beaten, and Zhao Zhang was dying after being beaten, but he couldn't tell who was behind it.

asked him when and how Mei Lanzhu's nude painting was painted, and he didn't know anything, only that Ye Yiqiu took it back and put it there for a long time.

Princess Pingle thought that Zhao Zhang was stubborn and didn't say anything, so she added two torture tools, and as a result, the person died.

Another thing is that the nude painting of the youngest daughter in the boudoir of Dali Temple was pasted all over the street.

In particular, the four entrances and exits of the city gate, pasted with the same one-to-one restoration of the painting as myself.

The whole city boiled like a boiling hot pot.

When the Dali Temple was about to tear up the portrait on the street, the daughter of the Dali Temple Qing hanged herself in the bedroom with a rope and ended her life at the age of 17.