Chapter 130: Midyear Festival

Night moon, moat.

Dark clouds obscured the clouds, and in the cool wind, the willow trees on both sides of the bank were like strange beasts with long hair hanging down in the dimness.

A group of palace maids carefully held the river lantern and lowered it into the water.

The surface of the water was calm, like a dark mirror, and a small black dot suddenly appeared in that mirror......

And it's getting bigger......

The little palace maid who was closest noticed it and stretched out her neck curiously to take a look.

The next moment, it was confronted with a miserable white face that was deformed and swollen......

"Ahhhh!!!h

The screams pierced the dead silence and revealed what was destined to be an unquiet night.

Although there were no useful clues in the simulation. But as an excellent worker, Linlang still cooperated and rushed over as soon as possible...... Uh, look at the excitement.

The little palace maid was not very old, and after experiencing such stimulation, she shook into a sieve.

And the body has been fished up, placed in the middle and covered with a white cloth, waiting for the eunuch in charge to arrive and deal with it.

Linlang boldly walked over.

People were panicking at this time, but no one noticed her.

She quietly flipped a corner.

The corpse's swollen and soft face suddenly came into view.

She was still wearing the palace maid's clothes, and her eyes were still wide open after being soaked in the hair, and she could be seen in extreme horror.

When his gaze moved down, touching the shriveled and kinked veins of her neck that seemed to be sucked dry......

Linlang's expression changed.

Originally, she hadn't seen anything in the simulation several times, but now it has changed.

The obscure words in the ancient books quickly flowed and pieced together in her mind.

In the end, a few big characters were formed - Nanyi's strange poison.

But in this harem, she doesn't remember anyone from Nanyi who is still alive.

The people of the Inner Mansion soon arrived and carried the terrifying corpse down.

However, the death of a palace maid should have been a trivial matter for the masters of the palaces.

But the problem is that it is too unfortunate to fall into the water and die on the Midyear Festival. Therefore, many concubines were scared, and they got up in the middle of the night to smoke and exorcise evil spirits.

"Sister."

He Chu came with a group of people from the Inner Government. He was wearing a clean palace dress, and his complexion was much better because of the last time he talked about his heart. But at this moment, his face was rare and solemn.

"This palace maid seems to be from Zhao Meiren's palace."

"Zhao Meiren?" Linlang only paused for a moment, and then remembered.

It was Zhao Qianran, who had just entered the palace.

"Yes, it should be the personal palace maid that Zhao Meiren brought into the palace from home." He Chu told her in a low voice.

"And judging from the corpse spots on the body, the time of death is at least one day, it should be dead first and then fall into the water, which is very strange."

The Zhao family was supported by Murong Linshen, and the other three major families were balanced and divided, and the family can be said to have absolutely no connection with Nanyi.

Zhao Qianran is also a lady who is not out of the door of the Eight Classics. Then how could a good and close-fitting palace maid be poisoned to death by a strange magic?

"I heard that Zhao Meiren fell seriously ill on the day she entered the palace, and she is still recuperating her body." As the apprentice of He Da, He Chu is much more well-informed.

"Has the Imperial Doctor been to see it? What do they say? Linlang carried a palace lamp in her hand and asked with a slight frown.

"The doctor said that she had been standing under the sun for too long on the day of the draft, so she fell ill from heat stroke." He Chu continued.

"Illness from heat stroke?"

Linlang's eyebrows are even more dead.

Even if it's because of this, it's already autumn now, so why doesn't it necessarily get better?