Vol 4 Chapter 8: The wicked complain 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 my 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 shaking 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 messy hair 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 after 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 lift up 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 relocating what Song Qin 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.
She just wants to see when her sister will come back to the palace, and whether she is a person who is centric and unstable.
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 body, Gu Yunyao completely put all doubts and anger behind him, just heartache, repeatedly questioning the truth about the girl.
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 banks of the reeds.
After 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 water in early spring was still extremely cold, and Lu Qiange took South China Jiyan into the water, and almost sank directly to the bottom in a sudden.
His idea is very simple.
He is the third prince of the Soluo clan of Udan, 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, do 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 the best to take advantage of this reed.
The matter is urgent. As for the ethics of giving or receiving incompatibility between men and women, put it aside for now.
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 cold water infiltrated every pore burned by the fire in South China Ji Yan, making her quiet down slowly.
Soaking in the water, the girl slowly backed down and flushed, her expression on her twisted facial features was relieved.
The cold water seemed to make her feel comfortable all over, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she gently slid her head down, 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 to cough one after another.
Lu Qiange's face shrank, Dantian gathered the qi to lift up the girl, her legs struggling 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 laid her girl horizontally on the big bluestone.
At this time, the girl's dress was drenched, clinging to the graceful curve of youth, and outlined a perfect 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 also bowed her body slowly, shaking constantly.
Lu Qiange frowned and shook his head, muttering:
"It's really troublesome to take you!"
Not caring too much, he lifted South China Ji Yan into a pose, 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 from 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 quietly 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 sway, 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 finger to twist 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 expression blank, 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 did you do it with Xi'er? I didn't expect the maidservant to be able to martial arts? Also, what happened to you calling her Gu Yunxi?"
"You just got poisoned..."
Lu Qiange looked at the rippling lake 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!"
"Uh... no thanks..."
Lu Qiange turned his eyes embarrassed, her face embarrassed.
"Ashi, you haven't told me what the relationship between you and Xi'er is? Why does she say that you have a long-term engagement with you? Why do you want to do it with the lady who has not been through the door?"
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 when I came out of Jingyang Palace, so she chased me in a hurry. She asked me about my relationship with you, and told me that you had known you before entering the palace, and that you promised to marry when she was released. I'm 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 abruptly.
She turned white, and 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:
"You may not believe some words. That person is not an ordinary woman. She is not the real Gu Yunxi. It is totally a disaster for her to stay in the palace!"
South China’s Ji Yanmu was in panic, but she believed in Lu Qiange’s words:
"So, staying in Jingyang Palace would be detrimental to Yu Niangniang! Concubine Yu and Concubine Xu are both good people. Concubine Xu has 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 warm and jade-like feeling in the palm of his palm made the man's heart warm, and his cold eyebrows were gathered.
"It was I who caused you to get involved, so you took a dip 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 prepare for the evening spring banquet.
Recently, things 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, before he could sit down and drink tea, Liu Bingbi handed a package to the supervisor:
"Look, this was discovered by Luzi at the door in the early morning. 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:
"Supervisor, be careful, the ball of paper is covered with 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 cronie of Leng Qingtang, had the right to read it first. Of the house governor.
"Sister 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 he was stuffed 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. Now, she finally remembered.
Leng Qingtang hurriedly unfolded the package completely and took out a thick mass of things inside, a letter and an ingot of gold.
Leng Qingtang first shook a letter and greeted Gu Yunxi to observe 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 weird, most of them are people who climb high and step on the bottom and fall into the rock.
And the words in this letter are sonorous, full of the loyalty of a servant, and the feelings 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 had already been changed. I am afraid that the nanny Tong is already ill-advised."
When sighing, a little hurried in:
"Supervisor, something has happened, Young Master Wei Yan Gejin... is dead!"
ps: The article is in the late stage, and a large number of people will die, but the lethality should be much smaller than the previous one.