As Ji Xue said, the murderer was caught on the second day of Dongchang.

The one who went to prison was the palace maid of the Famous Hehuan Palace, and she kept cursing Zheng Shuyi in prison for not dying well. Dongchang took a confession that Zheng Shuyi poisoned her own sister, and beat and scolded her all day long, in order to avenge her sister, she stained Shuyi's chopsticks with poison and watched her send it to her mouth.

The emperor was furious and ordered Ling Chi to be executed and his relatives punished.

The conviction of this matter turned the page, and no one dared to mention it again, and Song Qinghui's heart was a little calmer.

The stage was set up in the Imperial Garden, and the famous singers on the stage were babbling and singing.

Today is the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, approaching the New Year, the palace has set up a banquet as usual to invite the emperor's relatives and ministers to come to enjoy the play and hang the lanterns.

Song Qinghui, as the princess of King Ning, came to the banquet with Ji Fengxue.

The emperor alone set up a seat for Ji Ploughing Snow at hand to show his favor.

Song Qinghui sat down at the women's seat, far away from the emperor's seat, and the drama on the stage was tactful and distant, and he couldn't cover the whispers of the audience.

"That is the lady of Ji Zhangyin?"

"It's not, I heard that it was originally the crown princess, but unfortunately it flew up the branch and fell into the eunuch's nest!"

"No matter how good-looking the palm print is, it's a wasted person, what's the use of marrying a daughter-in-law?"

"Yes, eunuchs are interesting, full of tricks......"

The voice was neither loud nor small, and it couldn't be heard on the table, and it was just for Song Qinghui to hear it.

She put down her chopsticks and looked at the source of the sound from a distance.

The two official ladies were hugging a beautiful woman and talking to each other, and their probing eyes were patrolling behind Song Qinghui.

Everyone knows that she is now Ji Fuxue's person, and no one wants to come forward to get close to her except for a greeting gift.

really listened, and stepped forward angrily, but was stopped by Song Qinghui.

The woman in the middle, Song Qinghui, recognized that it was Yun Leshu, the eldest daughter of Young Master Yun, and the two people around her looked at the face and could see that they were tying up the daughter of the Young Master's family.

I really thought that the young lady was going to endure the past again, gritted her teeth and endured her anger, who would have thought that Song Qinghui would stand up straight and walk to the table of the two.

"Two sisters," Song Qinghui took the tea cup and saluted the two women, "I, Song Qinghui, salute the two of you with a cup, the tea in the palace is fragrant, presumably the sisters are satisfied with the drink, and they can say less unsightly swearing." ”

Song Qinghui said the most ruthless words with a smile, which scared the two young ladies stupidly.

……

Song Qinghui stood there, smiling lightly, his eyes staring at the two of them without warmth.

This is the situation of the seasonal snowfall?

Even if she doesn't do anything, she is still the same she, but as long as she gets involved with him, she will be excluded and isolated by such foul language.

Song Qinghui was very angry, she didn't care what others said about her, but she couldn't listen to that person arranged so dirty!

The two young ladies were so frightened that their faces turned white.

In the general election of the crown princess in the spring of next year, Yun Leshu's father is in a high position, and they all say that Yun Leshu will definitely be selected, they just want to pull Song Qinghui, a live target, to worship high and low, and please the future crown princess.

I didn't expect the rumored gentle Song Qinghui to be so disrespectful! The delicate young lady looks like she is not smiling, but she actually has a little shadow of the traitorous eunuch.

The two didn't dare to take the cup of tea, so Song Qinghui poured the tea at their feet and splashed them.

Yun Leshu's face changed, and he raised his face and sneered: "It is said that Miss Song is knowledgeable and reasonable, and when she married into the Ji Mansion, she became so rude?" Sure enough, it is red near Zhu, and black near ink! ”