Concubine Liang had a smile on her face, lowered her eyes and didn't look at Su Ruotang, "I'm afraid the third princess smelled the wrong thing." ”

Her fingers, hidden in her water sleeves, clenched the silk handkerchief.

Su Ruotang looked at her for a while, just when Concubine Liang's back was soaked with cold sweat, and her heart rose to her throat.

She said nonchalantly: "Maybe I smelled it wrong." ”

Hearing her words, Concubine Liang's heart hanging in her throat instantly put it down.

She forced a smile: "There happened to be a menstrual incident today, which affected the three princesses, and it was the fault of the concubines." ”

"The concubine's body is not clean, so I will say goodbye first, go back and deal with it, and don't disturb the sister of the concubine and the third princess."

Liu Wanyue nodded and said apologetically, "Sister Concubine Liang is unwell, and she asked you to run." ”

Concubine Liang stood up, lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at Su Ruotang, "It's because my sister is not angry, and she can't enjoy the flower tea of the third princess." ”

"My sister will leave first, and then ask the third princess for her guilt another day."

As the words fell, she walked away in a bit of a panic.

Su Ruotang's white fingertips, pinching the jade rabbit on his wrist, stared at the figure of Concubine Liang with a somewhat cold look.

Until Concubine Liang's figure disappeared into the Xianqing Palace, Liu Wanyue smiled on her face, with confusion between her eyebrows:

"Tang'er, do you believe Concubine Liang's words?"

The menstrual affairs of the concubines in the palace are recorded.

She only needs to check it to know that Concubine Liang said that she is not lying.

Concubine Liang shouldn't be stupid enough to pull this excuse.

But she felt that Concubine Liang's face seemed to be a little bewitching.

There is an indescribable feeling, just like the flower on the other side that is about to wither, and bloom the most beautiful moment of life with all its life.

Su Ruotang narrowed his eyes, and his voice was light, "The smell of blood on Concubine Liang's body is indeed the smell of human blood." ”

"If it's a menstrual affair, it can be justified."

"But if it's not a menstrual affair, and she refuses to drink qi-nourishing and blood-nourishing flower tea."

When Su Ruotang said this, he paused, and said word by word, "The change in Concubine Liang's appearance is most likely because of Gu." ”

When Liu Wanyue heard this, her pupils shrank suddenly, "Tang'er, do you mean that Su Muyao gave Concubine Liang a Gu?" ”

"I haven't checked Concubine Liang's vein, and I can't be sure, but as far as I know, some Gu worms and herbs are repellent."

"If Concubine Liang has Gu worms such as Zhuyan in her body, it can explain the reason why she refuses to drink medicinal tea."

Speaking of this, Su Ruotang's expression changed slightly, "Mother, have people disappeared in the capital recently?" ”

Liu Wanyue shook her head: "I haven't heard of it." ”

Her last note had not yet completely fallen, and a voice as clear as cold jade came, "Zilinwei just came with the news, there are people selling women in remote villages outside the city. ”

Selling women?

Su Ruotang and Liu Wanyue glanced at each other, and looked at the Qingjun man who came in with the fine sunlight.

Mo Yingyan looked at the eyes of the third princess who seemed to be dyed with peach blossoms, and her voice was slow, "Within two months, there have been hundreds of families selling women. ”

"These girls, nowhere to be found."

Mo Yingyan's last note fell, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Liu Wanyue's light voice broke the heavy silence, "Missing?" And what about the people who bought them? ”

Mo Yingyan sat beside Su Ruotang, her fingertips hooking a strand of hair that fell from her sideburns.

The voice that has always been cold is tinged with a bone-eating chill, "I didn't pay attention to it before, but after Zilinwei noticed it, those people stopped." ”

Hiss –

Liu Wanyue took a light breath of cold air: "Does Your Majesty know about this?" ”

"The commander of the royal secret guard will tell my father, and I will continue to investigate this matter secretly."

After the words fell, he hugged Su Ruotang's slender waist and took her to get up, "Mother, my father will come to you for dinner in a while, and we won't bother." ”

Liu Wanyue rolled her eyes regardless of her elegant and virtuous image, "You dislike me and get in the way of you and Tang'er." ”

Mo Yingyan hooked the corners of his lips: "Zhizi Mo Ruomu." ”

Liu Wanyue: "......"

I don't want to know what you're thinking.

Su Ruotang: "......"

What about the face?

Eaten by a dog?

Out of the palace, Su Ruotang couldn't help but reach out and twist it on his waist, "Where's your face?" ”

Mo Yingyan stretched out his hand to hold the little hand of the third princess, and her voice implied a smile, "In front of Madame, such a thing as a face can be thrown away at any time." ”

Su Ruotang glared at him and corrected, "You just lost face in front of your mother." ”

Mo Yingyan didn't care: "The mother concubine won't care." ”

When the words fell, he leaned close to Su Ruotang's ear, and his tone was faint, "Mrs. fell and gave you a hairpin for her husband, do you have to compensate for your husband?" ”

Hearing the word compensation, Su Ruotang reflexively refused, "It has already been compensated." ”

In those seven days, the dog man seemed to have opened up the second pulse of Ren Du.

If she made amends, she would either die in the garden or in the study.

Mo Yingyan looked at the scarlet in her inky hair, smiled lightly, and pointed ahead, "The husband just wants Mrs. to pinch a clay figure as compensation." ”

"Madame, where do you want to go? The tips of the ears are red like this. ”

"Isn't Madame want to ...... What kind of compensation? ”

Understood the hidden meaning of Mo Yingyan's words, Su Ruotang's porcelain white face was dyed red.

She looked at the mud beach in front of her, and her delicate tone not only did not have any deterrent effect, but was more like coquettishness:

"You think everyone is like you, full of yellow waste!"

Mo Yingyan walked towards the mud beach with her in his arms, and said unhurriedly, "There is no yellow waste in my husband's mind, only Mrs. ”

"This son and young lady have a really good relationship." Just as his words fell, an emotional voice came from behind him.