Chapter 211: Murderer 'Strange Frost'

Rongxue Palace.

Concubine Yi was ready to fall asleep at this time, but the maidservant Qishuang didn't know where to go.

"Mother, someone from the prison is here."

Concubine Yi's changing hand, prison?

When the jailer came, his face was still dark, "Concubine Yi, coming to disturb her so late is really a last resort, it's just ...... Concubine Yingniang died, she was killed. ”

Concubine Yi was slightly surprised, Ying Xiao died?

But after thinking about it, it's not right, Yingxiao was killed in the prison, shouldn't he hurry up to find the emperor?

What are you doing with her?

The jailer gritted his teeth, Concubine Ying would definitely not be able to escape his responsibility, but as long as the murderer was caught, he might be able to save his life.

"Concubine Yi, when the official arrested the murderer, I happened to see the appearance of the murderer."

Concubine Yi was uneasy and didn't speak, waiting for the jailer to speak again.

"Xia Guan's eyes are not bad, and he can clearly see that the murderer who escaped is Concubine Yi's maidservant, Qishuang."

"How is that possible?" Concubine Yi felt that this was nonsense.

Although the jailer felt that this thing was strange from the inside out, the heart of the harem woman was like a needle under the sea, and she couldn't figure it out.

"It's not just the lower officials who saw it, but a few other people in the prison have seen it."

The jailer held a hairpin in his hand, "Concubine Yi, I don't know if you know this thing?" ”

Concubine Yi's eyes widened, and her face showed shock.

It was her hairpin, but it had been given to Qishuang a few days ago.

"The emperor has arrived!"

The emperor rode away, and everyone retreated in unison.

The emperor walked in and sat down with a calm face, looked at Concubine Yi, stopped talking, and then looked at the jailer, "What's the matter?" What about the strange frost? ”

Concubine Yi opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, and Qishuang didn't know where she went, and she hadn't seen anyone for a while.

But if she said she didn't know at this time, it would prove that this matter was inseparable from Qishuang.

Coincidentally, a woman came outside the door at this time, it was Qishuang.

Qishuang was still a little panicked when she saw this scene, after all, why did the emperor suddenly come over at night, she hurriedly saluted: "The slave has seen the emperor." ”

The emperor had already received what the jailer had sent over, and his eyes were not very kind when he looked at Qishuang at this time, "Where have you been?" ”

When Qishuang heard the question, she replied: "The slave went to the back kitchen and prepared food for the mother." ”

At this time, the jailer received the emperor's gaze and stepped forward, "Do you recognize this thing?" ”

"Yes." Qishuang touched the bun, but the hair was empty, "The hairpin was given to the slave by the mother, but the slave didn't wear it today, this is ...... How is it in your hands with the jailer? ”

The jailer sneered: "I also want to know this question, Concubine Yingniang was killed in the prison, we found this hairpin in the cell, and I also saw you when I arrested the murderer, Miss Qishuang, don't play it again." ”

Qishuang was startled, and knelt on the ground with a puff, with a look of fear on her face, "The emperor, the slave and maid don't know anything, the slave and maid have been in the back kitchen all the time, how can they run to the prison?" What's more, the master of the slave and the maid has always been friendly with the concubine, and the slave has no reason to do this. ”

Concubine Yi clenched her handkerchief, and she didn't know what to say.

Now that the human and material evidence is there, and the evidence is conclusive, what can she say?

If you talk too much, then even she will be implicated.

The jailer sneered and asked, "You said you were in the back kitchen, so who can prove it?" ”

This question made Qishuang dumbfounded, it was so late, who could be in the back kitchen, she was the only one busy with her mother's meal from beginning to end.