"Even if Mama and Niangniang find something under the slave's bed, it may not be taken by the slave and maid, if Mama believes that the slave and maid did it and lets go of the real culprit, won't it contribute to its climate?"

A few simple words made Mama Jiang stunned, she withdrew the whip from Wen Cha's hand, and fell the ground, but her mouth was unforgiving: "Even if you really didn't do it, since this thing was found by you, you must not be able to get rid of it!"

"There is no excuse for the crime that you want to add, someone wants to harm the slave and maid, and the slave and maid naturally can't sit still and wait for death."

Mama Jiang sneered when she heard this: "You are just a palace maid in Zhongcui Palace, even if someone harms you, you have offended someone who should not be offended."

"Since the thing is with you, then follow me to the torture chamber."

Regardless of whether the palace maid in front of her was wronged or not, Mama Jiang would not let it go easily, and would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

This is the rule of Zhongcui Palace.

Wen Cha looked at Concubine Lan not far away, and a glimmer of light flowed out of her eyes, "Does Niangniang think the same way?" ”

Lan Guifei glanced at her with a smile, as if she didn't expect a slave to die and want to quibble.

"Isn't it right to do something wrong and get the punishment you deserve?"

"The slave did nothing wrong."

"Wrong or good, for a subordinate, there is no qualification to choose."

"Take it down."

Lan Guifei looked at Mama Jiang lazily, as long as the thing was found, she didn't care who took it out or who framed Wen Cha.

What they want is the last person to die in this matter.

As for who is to blame, it doesn't matter.

After that, Concubine Lan Guifei held Gonggong An's hand and was about to go inside.

Wen Cha stopped her: "Niangniang! Assuming that the slave didn't really touch your things, but was framed, wouldn't you worry about the person behind it? She can escape your sight now, and act easily in Zhong Cui Palace, if she has a big heart in the future, and also does something unfavorable to you, do you still think you can tolerate it? ”

The concubine's footsteps paused, she looked back slightly, looked at the girl with red teeth and white teeth, and did not look like a third-class palace maid, raised her eyes and smiled, "Instead of worrying about a slave who doesn't have a long brain, this palace is more worried about you, a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised." ”

She raised her foot and kicked the purse that Mama Jiang took out from under the warm tea bed, the mouth of the purse was slightly open, and the various jewelry hidden in it was kicked everywhere.

Those things, although they are not as good as the magnolia hairpin of the concubine, are made of excellent materials.

"You are a little palace maid, and you keep saying that you have been framed, so you tell this palace, where did these things come from?!"

When the rest of the palace maids saw those things, their faces changed.

Most of their status is higher than that of warm tea, and their food and clothing on weekdays are naturally much better than that of warm tea.

But they never could afford to use the accessories in their warm tea purses.

A third-class palace maid, how can there be these things?!

Could it be that Wen Cha is a spy arranged by the side of the concubine Niangniang in other palaces?

"I don't want to ask, but if you want to die, you can understand."

"What do you mean?"

"Whose person are you?" The concubine stared at Wen Cha with a sharp gaze, "This palace has been in this Zhongcui Palace for ten years, inside and out, how many winds and waves have I seen, you are a person who comes with a purpose, this palace has seen a lot, don't think that a few words can let me spare you." ”

Wen Cha's gaze fell on the accessories that he was usually reluctant to wear, and his fingers moved to his side, "The slave is not anyone's person." ”

"Dare to quibble!"

Mama Jiang on the side couldn't help but pick up the whip again, "You, the physical evidence is there, the evidence is ironclad, what else do you want to say?!" ”

Wen Cha raised her head and glanced at Xia Qiu, who was hiding on the side and gloating, Xia Qiu raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth hooked, and silently said "should" to her.

Wen Cha didn't look at her again, and said quietly: "These things are all the slave's own things."

Mama Jiang was disgusted by her gaze, "You are a minion, how can there be such a thing?!" ”

"It was given by someone the slave likes."

Favorite people......

These four words made the concubine's face change.

In this deep palace, if the palace maid has a sweetheart, she is a eunuch in the palace nine times out of ten, and the two of them eat together and live as husband and wife.

But no matter how rich the eunuchs in the palace were, it was impossible for them to make such a big move.

"Lie!"

Mama Jiang struck Wen Cha with a whip, "You cheap hooves don't want to fool us." ”

Wen Cha rolled over to dodge her whip, gritted her teeth and said, "The slave didn't lie."

Seeing that the whip could not be achieved, Mama Jiang's eyes were red, and she was about to swing the second whip, when the concubine grabbed her wrist, and she stared at Wen Cha with her eyes like a blade: "You said that these were all sent by your sweetheart, but in this deep palace, except for Father-in-law An, where do you go to find your sweetheart?"

In this harem, the people who can give these things are either rich or expensive, and their status will not be comparable to that of eunuchs.

The palace maids who were so frightened that they fell to their knees all around remembered an almost impossible figure in their minds.

Could it be that this warm tea hooked up with the one in the Heart Nourishing Hall for the sake of the upper position?

If this is the case, Wen Cha can openly argue with Mama Jiang and the noble concubine, and he must also rely on it.

The concubine apparently thought the same way.

She doesn't care about the hairpin anymore, what she cares about more is that if this really eats under her nose and wants to climb up through her, she will definitely break her body into pieces!

Wen Cha smiled slightly: "The slave's sweetheart is naturally the person the slave and maid like."

"Who asked you this?!"

The concubine's little patience has been exhausted, "If you don't say one, two, three, today, don't want to walk out of this Zhongcui Palace alive." ”

Sure enough, it costs people's lives.

Wen Cha secretly wondered in his heart whether it would work if he said the name of the celebrant eunuch.

If it works, the concubine will save her life for the sake of the celebrant eunuch, and when the celebrant comes to take her away, she will naturally be fine.

If saying the name of the celebrant didn't work, the concubine didn't believe it, and it would undoubtedly hasten her death.

Xia Qiu, who was waiting quietly, smiled coldly at her sideways, obviously knowing that the celebrant would not be able to come to her immediately.

Early yesterday morning, Mama Jiang said that after the Lantern Festival, the master of Ji would return to Dongchang to take care of things, and she specially picked a day when he was not there to make this matter.

By the time the celebrant came back, Wen Cha's body was estimated to be cold.

"You say!"

Mama Jiang pointed a whip at Wen Cha's nose, "Don't want to delay time!" ”

Wen Cha's heart turned a thousand times.

She raised her head, stared straight at Concubine Lan, and said word by word: "The slave's sweetheart is Ji You."

"Ji You?"

This name rushed to the concubine, and also rushed to the menacing Mama Jiang.

"How can your sweetheart be Ji You?!"

The last thing I believe is Concubine Lan, how could Ji You like a little third-class palace maid!