Compared with the last time he came, there was still no change in Zhang Xuan's palace.

It's just that on the table near the window, there is quietly a small pot of elegant chrysanthemum. If you don't pay close attention, you may not even notice it.

Zhang Guiru is also dressed as usual, and the plain head and face should not look like a concubine, and the complexion seems to be worse, and there is no bright sign of being favored.

"The slave and maid give the little master a blessing."

After Linlang made a salute, she silently opened the food box and took out the contents of it, a bowl of tofu rice and a plate of tofu skin buns, which were very light.

When the ordinary concubine saw it, she was likely to scold her for whether she was called Huazi, but Zhang Guiru's expression changed, and she raised her hand and said, "You all go down first, just have her waiting here." ”

Her voice was soft and soft, but the palace maids did as she was told, and they didn't say much.

Linlang sees it in his eyes and knows it in his heart.

The deep word in the grapevine is really not covered......

"You know that, too?" Zhang Guiru took the lead in opening his mouth, compared to the soft glutinous low eyebrows in the past, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes at this moment.

Tofu rice is mostly used for condolences.

Linlang's move clearly means that she already knows that she has lost her mother.

It's just that since Zhang Fu deliberately wanted to hide it from her, Zhang Guiru should still be falling out of favor during that time, and I don't know how he learned about it......

"When the slave maid was returning from Beishan Prefecture, I heard about it by chance." Linlang skipped the paragraph of Zhao Mansion and did not say anything in detail.

"They beat my aunt to death, and they tricked me into sending money to keep me in the dark, and I didn't even find my aunt's body after she died." Zhang Guiru's tone was flat, more calm than discussing a rumor about someone else's family, and he didn't seem to have the slightest pain of bereavement......

The concubine who is not paid attention to, even if the body is salvaged, no one will claim it back.

"You can still come and bring me this bowl of tofu rice." Zhang Guiru suddenly raised her eyes, in the past, her eyes were half-drooping, so that people couldn't see the emotions inside.

It was the first time for Linlang to look at her, and her pupils were extremely black, like thick ink pouring into the bottom, which was inexplicably terrifying......

"Little Lord." Linlang suddenly stepped forward and stuffed something into her palm.

It was a sealed locket, unsinkable and not very delicate, but it made Zhang Xuan's wrist smack.

“…… You're so daring. ”

Maybe it's because smart people don't need to say superfluous words, or maybe the mother and daughter are connected. Before Linlang even said what it was, she already understood.

"How did you get this thing?" Zhang Guiru tightened his hand holding the urn, and no tears fell from his eyes.

"The slave heard that the corpse had a blue dragonfly embroidered on the corner...... I thought about it. ”

Zhang Guiru seemed to take a deep breath, looked at her with complicated eyes, and solemnly promised, "This time I owe you." ”

"Where is the little master, this is what a slave should do." Linlang's words are really not polite.

There is a lot of white and black in the palace, but the degree of black is also ranked.

At Zhang Guiru's level, as long as she can keep her from coming to her own business, it is worth it.

"My aunt definitely doesn't like Zhang's house, and I won't leave her in that wolf's den anymore." Zhang Xuanzhi lowered his head and stroked the urn, as if touching his mother.

But the gentleness of the tone of the action and the coldness of the eyes form a great contrast, like a strange beauty painting on a grotesque chat.

"I'll ask someone to pick a good place, and the capital is a good place to go."