Frost and Hanlu lowered their heads, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Wen Zhaoyi vented her anger enough, slowly calmed down, and asked Shuang Descending: "The embroidery girl's residence has been carefully searched, have you found any suspicious objects?" ”

Frost shook her head and whispered: "The slave maid personally turned the embroidery girl's residence upside down, and found nothing. ”

Wen Zhaoyi asked Han Lu again, "People who have a lot of contact with her on weekdays have asked, is there anything unusual?" And some time before she made these shoes, did she suddenly get close to someone? ”

Han Lu nodded and said, "These slaves and maids have all asked someone, and everyone said that the embroidery girl sat on the shoes as usual, and there was nothing unusual, even after making the shoes, it was the same as usual, until she committed suicide yesterday, and the people around her did not find anything wrong with her." ”

"Is there not a trace left?" Wen Zhaoyi said angrily.

Frostfall and Hanlu lowered their heads and didn't say a word, they had already carefully investigated everything they could think of that might be a problem, and there was indeed no trace left.

It's like the embroidery girl suddenly went crazy and hid a needle in the shoes she made.

Wen Zhaoyi saw the two of them like this, and knew that she had asked in vain, so she changed the question, "Where is this embroidery girl's house, you can inquire clearly." ”

Han Lu hurriedly said: "I have inquired clearly, the embroidery girl's family is also from Jiangnan, and I heard that there seems to be a brother with a broken leg in the family." ”

"Jiangnan's ......" Wen Zhaoyi muttered, sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and said, "Prepare pen and ink for me, I want to write a letter home." ”

Wen Zhaoyi's feet have actually been almost repaired in the past few days, although the injury on her foot looked terrifying at the time, it was actually not serious, after all, the needle hidden in the shoe was not long, and the piercing was not deep, but it hurt badly.

Looking at it this way, it seems that the person hid needles in his shoes not to hurt her, but to ruin the dance she had carefully prepared for the emperor that day and make her fall out of favor.

Wen Zhaoyi walked to the table, Frost had already prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Wen Zhaoyi thought about it, picked up a pen and began to write to her aunt.

In the letter, she told her aunt to check on the brother of the embroidery girl's family for her to see if there were any changes in her brother's family recently.

After writing the letter, Wen Zhaoyi handed the letter to Shuang Chuan and explained: "You go to Gonggong Huang, who is in charge of buying in the dining room, give him more silver, and ask him to help me hand over this letter to the shopkeeper Lu of Jinxiufang." ”

"Yes, Zhaoyi." Frost responded with a sigh, and went to find Huang Gonggong with the purse and letter containing the silver ticket.

After the frost fell, Wen Zhaoyi sat at the table for a while, and asked Han Lu, "What has happened to Xu Jieyu in the past few days?" ”

It is said that if such a thing happened this time, the person Wen Zhaoyi suspected at first should be Xu Jieyu, but Wen Zhaoyi felt that Xu Jieyu was the most unlikely person to do this thing.

Wen Zhaoyi thinks this way, not because she believes in Xu Jieyu's personality more, but because she knows Xu Jieyu too well, she and Xu Jieyu have known each other for so many years, and she knows Xu Jieyu better than anyone in the palace.

Xu Jieyu can only see this person with one face, and her brain is really ......

She has never been able to do these twists and turns, she doesn't deal with herself, and she always comes face-to-face if she wants to deal with herself, even if she suffers every time, she doesn't have a long memory.

This time, it was impossible for her simple brain to do so secretive and thoughtful.

It's just that although there is such a hardship in her heart, Wen Zhaoyi still adheres to the principle that she would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one, so that people always pay attention to Xu Jieyu and the people in Xu Jieyu's palace.

At this time, knowing that the embroidery girl was in the same place as her and Xu Jieyu, she had a moment of doubt in her heart about her previous judgment, could it be that Xu Jieyu has really grown up now, and she can quietly do such a thing that makes her suffer?

But Han Lu's next answer dispelled Wen Zhaoyi's suspicions, neither Xu Jieyu nor anyone in Xu Jieyu's palace had ever had contact with the embroidery girl, and no one had ever been to the Needlework Bureau in the past few days.

"Hmm." Wen Zhaoyi nodded, and once again temporarily ruled out Xu Jieyu's suspicion, as for whether Xu Jieyu really has nothing to do with this matter, she can only be sure when her aunt sends her a letter.

The suicide of an embroidered girl, in addition to making Wen Zhaoyi angry, did not cause any splash in the palace.

The masters of the palace and the palace maids and eunuchs are still living their lives.

Day after day, it seems that it is a cold winter day in an instant.

Lu Yuning, who is not very afraid of heat, but is particularly afraid of cold, started from the cold, except for getting up early every day to greet the queen's mother, basically not going out without going out, and burning incense in the warm house like early autumn, reading, drinking tea and making incense, and occasionally playing the piano for a while when the interest comes up.

Fortunately, Lu Yuning's current holy grace is still quite long, otherwise if she uses charcoal like this, the little charcoal in her example will not be able to support her through the cold winter.

On this day, Lu Yuning was sitting on the soft collapse, with a charcoal basin at her feet, a stove in her hand, and a book about various fragrances in front of her slowly flipping through it.

I don't know who wrote this book, and it is not about orthodox incense making and incense products, but it records a lot of incense products and spices with strange effects, and there are many stories about the immortals making incense.

Although the content in this book is apocryphal, Lu Yuning still reads it with relish.

Qing Dai came in from the outside, and Lu Yuning didn't raise her eyelids.

Qing Dai knew that Lu Yuning was afraid of the cold, so after coming in, she immediately put down the curtain and pressed it tightly to ensure that the cold wind outside could not come in, and the heat in the house could not escape, so Qing Dai walked in front of Lu Yuning and said: "Master, the red note from Zhaoyang Palace is here, saying that the concubine Niangniang invited you to enjoy the flowers." ”

"When?" Lu Yuning asked.

"This afternoon." Please bring an answer.

Lu Yuning glanced at the gloomy weather outside through the window, and really didn't want to go out in such weather.

Qing Dai looked at Lu Yuning's look of not wanting to go out, and proposed: "Or master, I'll go and tell the red note that the master is not feeling well today?" ”

"Forget it." Lu Yuning shook his head and said, "You go and talk to the red note, just say that I will be on time in the afternoon." ”

"Then master, I'm really going to talk to the red note, right?" Qing Dai raised her feet and turned around to confirm it again with Lu Yuning.

Lu Yuning waved his hand, "Hurry up." "lest she regret it again in a moment.