Vol 4 Chapter 8: The wicked sue first

The night was sultry and the breeze continued.
Tu Muxue sneaked back to Jingyang Palace in front of the upper key of the palace gate, and entered the penthouse in the dark.
Because it was Gu Yunyao's care that gave her special treatment in Jingyang Palace, she could enjoy a separate room without living with other palace maids.
With the usual alertness of martial arts practitioners, Tu Muxue clearly felt that there was someone in the house when the door was closed.
"Who?!"
With a sharp shout, his voice was as low as a man, and the people waiting in the room were taken aback for a moment.
"It's this palace... Yunxi, are you back?"
In the darkness, Tu Muxue's eyes sullen, and then she changed her tone, like a gentle young girl:
"Sister? It's me, I'm back, why don't you hold the lamp?"
Tu Muxue walked quickly to the table and lit the candle. The orange light flickered, and instantly washed away the darkness of the hut.
Gu Yunyao sat on the side of the frame bed, her hair covered with ink, and only a long coat of warm fur was wrapped around her coat.
When her vision was bright, she saw the girl at the table clearly.
A string of teardrops hung on her charming cheeks, which were shining brightly under the swaying candlelight, dazzling but pitiful.
"You, why are you crying?"
Gu Yunyao felt something was wrong the more she looked.
Before leaving the palace, my sister was dressed beautifully, and when she came back regularly, she had a messy hair bun and disheveled clothes.
Gu Yunyao had gone through too many things, and instinctively realized that the situation was not good, got up and rushed to the girl.
"Yun Xi, what's the matter? Tell my sister, what happened?"
The girl cried more mournfully, her arms embraced and stepped back, shaking her head sadly:
"Sister, don't ask, I'm fine, I'm really fine..."
"nonsense!"
Gu Yunyao chased her, grabbing the girl by one hand to calm her down.
The girl screamed "Ah," in pain.
Gu Yunyao was shocked, and she couldn't help but lifted her sleeves, and suddenly saw all the bruises on her long, snow-white forearm, with varying degrees of lightness.
"Who did it? Tell your sister, who bullied you!"
Gu Yunyao roared hoarse, resentful but also distressed.
Originally, after resetting what Songqin had said to her before, she felt a little bit in her heart.
Seeing that Yunxi did not return late at night, she was impatient and helpless, and she was not sleepy at all.
She just wanted to see when her sister came back to the palace, and whether she was a person who was inconsistent and unstable in the eyes of others.
When the drum was louder, the door finally moved, and the strange voice that followed made Gu Yunyao very confused.
But at this moment, facing the scars on the girl's whole body, Gu Yunyao completely put all doubts and anger behind him, despite the heartache, repeatedly questioning the truth about the girl's affairs.
The girl Lingling sobbed into Gu Yunyao's arms and cried loudly:
"Sister, I have nothing now, I feel so uncomfortable..."
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Under the moon, Lu Qiange hugged South China Ji Yan and walked to the bank of the reeds.
Looking at Hexin for a while, he bit his brows and teeth, hugged the girl and jumped into the river.
Late at night, the river in early spring was still extremely cold. Lu Qiange took South China Jiyan into the water, and almost sank directly to the bottom.
His idea is very simple.
He is the third prince of the Soluo clan of Udan country, and his other identity in Dayi is the proud disciple of Wandaotang sub-rudder Wenren Junzheng, a famous lone ranger on the rivers and lakes.
No matter what, you can't learn from those roars and thieves who take advantage of the danger and take advantage of the love potion to take advantage of the little girl.
Although there is nothing wrong with saving people, but if you find Yunxi in the future, can you still have the face to see her marry her?
At the moment, the four princesses are getting hot from the love potion, and the best way is to cool her down. In this way, it is best to use this piece of reeds.
The matter is urgent. As for the ethics of giving or receiving incompatibility between men and women, let's put it aside for the time being.
In the river, Lu Qiange's arms were tight around the girl's waist, and his legs gathered force to kick the water slightly, causing the two of them to float to the surface of the river with ease.
The icy water temperature infiltrated every pore burned by the fire in South China Ji Yan, making her slowly calm down.
Soaking in the water, the girl slowly backed down and flushed, and her expression on her knotted facial features was relieved.
The cold water temperature seemed to make her feel comfortable all over, her eyelashes moved slightly, she actually slid her head gently, trying to get close to the man's solid chest.
However, the water of the river was not shallow. When she lowered her head in a coma, her nostrils were flooded with water, and her mouth choked her coughing.
Lu Qiange's face shrank, Dantian gathered the air and lifted the girl high, his legs struggling forward in the river.
The moonlight on his head was cold, and the water behind him was shimmering and flowing slowly, turning into ripples and washing away.
After landing, Lu Qiange placed her girl horizontally on the large bluestone.
At this time, the girl's dress was drenched, clinging to the graceful curve of youth, and outlined a superb figure. The skin that had been soaked in river water for a long time was white and flawless. Before dawn, Chen was full of flowing light in the air.
The girl is not yet awake, her breathing is steady, her face is quiet, and countless hairy droplets can be seen where the green silk is loose.
In her deep sleep, she wriggled the lips of cherry pink, Miyu's eyelashes occasionally quivered twice, her face was absolutely charming.
Facing the temptation of sleeping, Lu Qiange didn't seem to have any interest. After only a few glances, he itched his nose at the moment when the wind passed, and sneezed extremely loudly.
Looking back at the girl again, she slowly bowed her body into a ball, shaking constantly.
Lu Qiange frowned and shook his head, muttering:
"It's really troublesome to take you!"
Regardless of too much, he hugged South China Ji Yan in a straight posture, and the two sat cross-legged face to face. After stretching both palms out of thin air, they landed on the girl's shoulders, and injected internal force into the girl's body to dispel the cold.
When Lu Qiange was young, Ji Yan of South China softened and leaned against his chest.
The wind moved and the reeds swayed. Lu Qiange held the girl quietly, savoring the last dark moment before dawn, with a complicated mood.
After a while, the girl opened her eyes faintly and coughed a few times.
"How are you?"
Lu Qiange's symbolic greeting.
South China Ji Yan regained consciousness fiercely, looked at the man in astonishment, and then turned to look around.
In the wilderness and ridge, a reed dangling, blue and white moonlight.
"Ama, what happened? You, why are you soaked all over?"
The girl screamed in surprise, and then stretched out her slender fingers to squeeze the water in the corner of her clothes for him.
At this moment, Lu Qiange's heart suddenly became confused, as if something went rampant in his heart, breaking his persistence and stubbornness.
When I looked up, I saw the man's face blanked, and the girl smiled shyly, her cheeks slightly hot.
Reminiscing about what happened before, she was puzzled:
"By the way, what's the matter just now? Why do you want to do it with Xi'er? I didn't expect that maidservant would actually be able to martial arts? Also, what's the matter with you calling her Gu Yunxi?"
"You just got poisoned..."
Lu Qiange looked at the rippling lake surface and sighed, but could not explain the nature of the "poisonous" to her clearly.
"what?"
South China Ji Yan's eyes were stunned, her lips closed together, and a gleam of terror flashed through her clear eyes. Looking at herself subconsciously, she looked excited, her small hand grabbed the man's big cool hand, her eyes turned into incomparable admiration:
"So, it's Aji who saved me? Aji, thank you! How can I repay your life-saving grace!"
"Um... don't thank you..."
Lu Qiange turned his eyes embarrassedly, her face embarrassed.
"Ashi, you haven't told me what exactly is your relationship with Xi'er? Why did she say that she had a long-term engagement with you? Why do you want to do something with the lady who hasn't been through the door again?"
Lu Qiange twisted his eyebrows and made a deep voice:
"You tell me first, why would you go to the teahouse with her?"
South China Jiyan did not conceal:
"I couldn't see you from Jingyang Palace, so she chased me in a hurry. She asked me about my relationship with you, and told me that you knew you before entering the palace, and that you promised to marry when she was released. I am naturally angry. When I questioned her, she said that she would meet you in a teahouse, so I would like to follow along to see what happened."
Lu Qiange stood up coldly and raised his eyebrows:
"Hey, you heard that I want to marry her, how angry are you?"
"I……"
South China Ji Yan blushed, and a sentence struck her throat straight, but swallowed back abruptly.
Her eyes turned white and she immediately changed the subject:
"Don't talk about that, why did you do it with her?"
Lu Qiange pondered for a moment, his fingers moved between his eyebrows:
"If you say something, you may not believe it. That person is not an ordinary woman. She is not the real Gu Yunxi. It is a complete disaster for her to stay in the palace!"
South China’s Ji Yanmu is in panic, but she is convinced of Lu Qiange’s words:
"So, staying in Jingyang Palace would be detrimental to Yu Niang Niang! Concubine Yu and Concubine Xu are both good people. Concubine Xu has already been killed. If Concubine Yu is also..."
Lu Qiange's face was like iron, gritted his teeth:
"I must go back to the palace and explain the truth to Concubine Yu."
"I will go with you, I can help you!"
South China Ji Yan said no, and took his hand.
The jade-like feeling in the palm of his palm made the man's heart warm, and his cold eyebrows were gathered, and he said with embarrassment:
"It was I who caused you to be implicated and soaked in the river for no reason. Or, find a place to change your clothes first."
"It's okay, it's important to go back to the palace, the clothes are almost dry right now."
South China Ji Yan stroked her hair with a big grin, and smiled obsessively.
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In the morning, the palace is extremely busy, and the palace people put on lights and festoons to make preparations for the evening spring banquet.
Recently, something happened frequently in the palace, but it did not affect the mood of Emperor Xiao during the festival. He wants to host a banquet, and rushes to the palace's bad luck.
Leng Qingtang entered the palace early in the morning, with only Gu Yunxi and four guards at his side.
The talent went to the Superintendent of Li, and before he was seated for tea, Liu Bingbi handed a package to the superintendent:
"Look, this was discovered by Luzi at the door in the early morning, when it was stuffed in the mouth of the beast on the right."
Leng Qingtang was surprised and slowly opened the cloth bag.
Liu Bingbi's face was solemn, and he sighed slightly aside:
"Supervisor, be careful, the ball of paper is wrapped in iron reed pollen. The letter was written to you by Mother Tong."
As the cloth bag did not have a signature when he received the item, Liu Bingbi, as the second in command of the Superintendent of Rites and a cron of Leng Qingtang, had the right to read it first according to the custom. Only then did he see that there was a letter in it, which was written to Of the house governor.
"Mother Tong?"
Leng Qingtang was extremely surprised, and he thought about the people he knew well, and there was no one with the surname Tong.
Why did this person leave a letter, and he didn't send it to the Superintendent of Li in a generous manner, and was not fortressed in the mouth of the beast at the door?
Gu Yunxi suddenly exclaimed:
"Supervisor, Mother Tong is the foster mother of the Seventh Prince Hua Nanlin."
She had heard this name before visiting Yongning Palace at night, and she was only familiar with it at the time. Now, she finally remembered.
Leng Qingtang quickly unfolded the package completely and took out the thick mass of things inside, a letter and an ingot of gold.
Leng Qingtang first shook a letter and greeted Gu Yunxi with him.
After that, both of them were shocked.
Gu Yunxi's eyes were wet and red, and his mood was hard to recover for a long time.
She has always thought that the deep palace is awkward, and most of them are people who climb high and step on the bottom and fall into the bottom of the well.
And the words in this letter are sonorous, full of the loyalty and courage of a servant, and the feeling of disregarding life and death, which is really touching.
After receiving the letters, Leng Qingtang asked:
"Then where is Mother Tong now?"
Liu Bingbi sighed and shook his head:
"When the slave got the letter, he sent someone to check it. The nanny of the seventh prince has already been changed. I am afraid that the nanny Tong is already bad enough."
When sighing, a little hurried in:
"Supervisor, something has happened, Young Master Wei Yan Gejin... is dead!"
ps: The post is in the late stage, and a large number of people will be killed, but the lethality should be much smaller than the previous one.