In the distance, the flames of war spread in all directions, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the land.

Helan Kangnian and a few Deadpools hid in the darkest corners, spitting out a muddy breath.

After receiving the order, several Deadpools fled the battlefield like ghosts.

"Mother, I always feel like I can hear the sound of wood breaking lately." Qingyue came from the Zhu Pavilion in the back, and felt a little uneasy in her heart.

"The Yilan Hall is very old, and almost no one will go to the pavilion behind, and the sound of some wood breaking is normal." Song Zhi replied nonchalantly.

The construction of Yilan Hall is more special, because the back is against the east, the lighting and air permeability are not suitable for people.

Later, because Duanshu Guifei wanted to avoid party strife and took advantage of illness as an excuse, she broke away from the six palaces in the east and west where the concubines lived, and the first emperor built a Yilan Hall here alone.

In order to be suitable for living people, the Yilan Hall as a whole adopts the method of reducing the pillars, which is a method that all the craftsmen have worked hard to come up with, and the Yilan Hall is also the first precedent.

It is also the first case of the front hall and the back pavilion, carved railings and painted buildings, which perfectly blends the scenery with the characteristics of the palace.

That night, Song Zhi slept soundly, and was suddenly awakened by the huge sound of the collapse of the back room.

She looked through the back door, and the pavilion was scattered like ruins.

Courageously walking towards the ruins, the wood of the pile foundation was completely standing on the ground, only one load-bearing pillar was broken, and the whole pavilion fell to the ground like a building collapsed.

She picked up a wooden post that had fallen to the ground, with neat cuts on it, apparently not broken by disrepair.

Now there are too many people who want her life, Huaqing Hall is one of them, and although the other party is not in Jinzhou, its power is still entrenched in Jinzhou.

So who is the person who wants her life now?

Song Zhi decided not to startle the snake for the time being, and hid the pillar with obvious cuts.

"Mother, are you alright?" Qingyue also rushed over when she heard the sound.

"It's okay, it was already down when I came."

"Then I'll call Si Jiansi tomorrow to repair it."

This matter can be regarded as picking up the discord to the surface, whether it is Huaqing Hall or who, this practice is to warn Song Zhi.

There are no maids in Yilan Palace, let alone other chamberlains, and there are only two people living in a huge palace, Song Zhi and Qingyue. This thing has been abandoned for a long time, and that person can easily collapse the Zhu Pavilion in the middle of the night, thinking that he has found a hiding place in the Yilan Palace.

It's time to take this opportunity to tidy up the Yilan Palace.

Song Zhi was lying on the bed, she really couldn't wait for tomorrow morning, she stopped Qingyue's footsteps back to the room, and hid with her next to the collapsed Zhu Pavilion.

Yilan Hall is the residence given by the first emperor to Duanshu Guifei, this place is remote, no one wants to come here often, and they are even more unfamiliar with it.

There used to be a Feng Guifei living in the East Side Palace, and she was Chao Gui's biological mother.

Because she was born in the Han people, she has no family background in this harem, she is struggling, and she is a kind person, so she naturally got closer to Duan Shu Guifei, and even became friends.

Both of them have children in the harem, and they are a man and a woman, neither involved in party disputes, nor comparable, Zhao Yichen and Chao Gui are getting closer and closer, not as cold and alienated as other royal brothers and sisters.

Those who can know the layout of the Yilan Hall well are left with Chao Gui, and Chao Gui is very similar to Qiu Yutong a few days ago.

All kinds of signs pointed to Qiu Yutong, and Song Zhi also pressed the charge of this on Qiu Yutong's head.

Thinking that the war was urgent, Song Zhi didn't want to worry about Qiu Yutong, and when the war passed, he would settle the old and new accounts together.

Song Zhi lit all the oil lamps in the east and west side halls, and found that there were obvious footprints on a window in the west side hall.

He blatantly entered and exited the Yilan Palace in this way, treating the Imperial Forest Army as a fictitious, and not taking the palace rules to heart.

Where could he go so late at night?

Thinking of this, Song Zhi used the wooden stake placed diagonally on the side to poke it into the eaves, and it was really not as expected by Song Zhi, the man was nesting on the beam of the roof.

The man fell heavily from the beam of the house to the ground in pain, but Qingyue recognized this person in front of Song Zhi, "Are you a little mute?" ”

"Who's the little mute?" Song Zhi had never heard of this person at all, and he was very curious about how Qingyue could meet this person.

"The little mute used to live in the same room as Sunei, didn't the mother often ask me to send some seasonal clothes? After coming and going, I felt that he was also pitiful, so I got to know him. ”

"Living in the same room as Su Gongzi?" Song Zhi hesitated a little, and wanted to overturn his previous conjecture because of this sentence.

Qiu Yutong is always proud of herself, and she has always regarded power as the most important thing, even if she plays tricks, she doesn't bother to use her inner servants. In her eyes, these chamberlains were the dirtiest of beings, unworthy of being part of her plans.

Only the person who was far away from Jinzhou was left, but he didn't expect his power to be entrenched to this step.

"Mother, the little mute won't be given death, will he?" Qingyue and the little mute are not very familiar with each other, but they can be regarded as acquaintances, after all, it is a human life, Qingyue is also a little worried, "He has no father or mother, and his family background is very pitiful." ”

Suddenly, Song Zhi thought of what Helan Zhuo said to her that day behind the rockery.

"People, it is precisely because of excellence that they are valuable, and if there is weakness, then there is value in use."

If the value of Su Nei's use lies in being able to read, then this little mute is completely opposite to him.

The little mute didn't read any books at first glance, let alone speak, and was an excellent weapon for keeping secrets.

And Helan Zhuo's thoughtfulness has reached the point where Song Zhidu thinks he is a little afraid.

She didn't expect that the person she had known for many years would become something she didn't know at all step by step, and more appropriately, she took off his disguise.

"Mother?"

Qingyue's light call brought Song Zhi back to reality.

"No, it won't."

Song Zhi glanced at the little mute, he obviously didn't know anything.

I didn't know it when I was used as a gun.

If she hadn't met Zhao Yichen, she would have been used like this, and she would be stupid enough to be counted as silver taels.

Although Zhao Yichen was harsh on her, it was undeniable that he completely smashed all her humble bones, and then re-sculpted a new Song Zhi.

"Let him go, a poor man."

The little mute didn't know who Song Zhi was, and he was ordered to come here to take an adventure, with the determination to die, but he was amnesty, and the gratitude in his heart was indescribable, so he could only kowtow to the ground again and again.