Chapter 161 Traces in Jade 6
Although these maids acted numbly according to the master's order, they were still afraid of seeing the dead, especially those who were killed by themselves. I looked at her in horror, her eyes dodging, trembling, and late. I enlarged my deep smile, reached out to hold her trembling arm, and walked across the door. She immediately screamed, pulled her hand away, fell to the ground, and looked at me in panic.
I leaned in, and the shadow fell on her face. I smiled sarcastically, raised my eyebrows and asked, "What? Dare not go? Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door if you don't do anything wrong. She sat on the ground, biting her lips and still silent. I was cold, my eyes were cold, and I said sharply, "The cheap maidservant who doesn't tell the truth, slap your mouth!"
The palace people in my temple have never seen me so irritable, secretly watching other palace people dare not come forward first. I shouted angrily and strode forward. There was a gust of wind hitting my sleeves, and I raised my palms and patted it fiercely.
"Ah!" Ming'er screamed and lay on the ground. The crisp slap made the people present tremble one after another and pressed their heads very low. Minger covered her cheek and looked up, her eyes full of hatred. I gave a cold voice and waved her again. This slap was heavier than just now. The first time it was to teach her not to tell the truth, and this time it was to slap her disrespect me. How can the German concubine, one of my four concubines, allow a maidservant like her to stare freely!
"Compared with the one outside, these two slaps are light!" I squeezed her sharp chin and whispered. The hall changed to another kind of incense, and the taste was a little pungent and sinister, which permeated between her and me, and instantly turned into frost. At this time, a maid came in from the outside. Seeing this scene, she quickly lowered her head and moved to me: "Mother, the maid of honor who blamed the staff outside was killed by twenty sticks."
Ming'er was shocked, but I was light. I went back to the maid and said, "Then I will tell the court and pull my name out of the palace."
There are special people who will die of illness and death in the palace. After leaving them in that place, it is the beginning of another nightmare. Thieves will pull out the clothes of the palace man and sell them. The dead palace man is also ** in the wind and sun, and the smell of rotting the body will attract the fierce snake and wild eagle to eat the body. And their family will not know that his family is dead, because after entering this palace, life and death are determined. Life and death depends on his own ability, so no one will go to the Taiji Hall for the disappearance of a palace man.
This torture after death is extremely cruel and ruthless. When Ming'er heard the death of the maid outside, she curled up in fear and trembled. I looked up at her and saw that her pupils were getting bigger and bigger, and my whole body trembled more violently. I looked at her and said, "Are you still looking forward to saving you? She can't protect herself. You are all her funeral items! If you are willing to make the end of the matter, I can still save your life. It's up to you to decide if you want to live or die!" Ming'er suddenly got up, bent down and knelt on the ground, trembled and swallowed his saliva. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't bite a word. I stared at her coldly and shouted, "How on earth did Qing'er die!"
Minger dragged my dress and grabbed it. I took two steps back to kick her away, but I was almost fell down by her tight grip. The maid of honor in the temple quickly held me and pulled Ming'er to the side. Ming'er looked at me sadly. Her eyes gradually became fierce, her throat was nausea, and she opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of foam.
The people in the hall suddenly panicked, and Ben pulled her maid of honor and were scared away. For a moment, I looked at her pale face and grown mouth for unknown reasons. White foam flowed from the corners of my mouth and was covered with red and brocade palace clothes. She always grabbed the corner of my skirt, lay on the ground and began to be ferocious, and cried hoarsely from the moment in pain. I wanted to retreat, but because the skirt she grabbed couldn't move. The maid behind me cried out of the hall and pulled me out desperately. After realizing that I couldn't walk, someone took a pair of scissors from the embroidered basket and rushed between Ming'er and my skirt robe. She scratched and cut the corner of the skirt. The maid Hu behind He hugged me randomly, and several people dragged me back behind the pillar of the hall.
We stood far away and watched Minger lying on the ground struggling and twisting like a loach. The white foam in his mouth was smeared on the ground. The white ** with delicate foam, emitting a disgusting smell, which spread in this dark and solemn hall couldn't help making people trembling and frightening. Before long, the body on the ground suddenly twitched and calmed down. The hall was silent. Only the maid and I were panicked and breathed, which seemed more and more strange and uneasy at this time.
After a while, several guards came from outside the hall and were stunned when they saw this scene, but they soon came to their senses and asked me for orders. I pointed straight to Minger at the other end and found myself trembling all over. I swallowed my throat and tried to calm down and said, "Go and have a look."
The bodyguard obeyed the order and pulled Ming'er's body. I saw Ming'er's body weak and boneless. Her face under her messy hair was blue and white, and her eyes were full of blood, staring at the direction I stood. I suddenly shuddered and told the bodyguard that Ming'er had died and should be poisoned.
Dead, poisoned! I never thought such a thing would happen. The case was about to come out, but something went wrong at this juke moment. I didn't send anyone to report it to listen to Zhuge's important people, and I won't happen to kill people at that time. Moreover, if she really wants to kill, she will die in her place, and even kill her close palace people. Isn't this not guilty for no reason? What the hell is going on? Who is it?
If the problem is not listening to Zhuge, is it in my Deqing Palace?
The people in the hall began to be busy. The guards brought a single cloth and carried Minger's body out of the hall. The maids were still shaking, but they had also begun to clean up the filth in the hall. Things. After sorting out, the stench in the temple has dissipated, and the incense burner over there is still floating peacefully. I didn't use this kind of fragrance before. Why did I suddenly change it today? I asked, "Who sent this incense?"
A maid of honor stepped up from the back and replied, "It was sent by the Duke of Zhou of Liangyi Hall. The emperor sent two different incense this time, especially one to be placed in the outer hall and the other to be placed in the inner hall of the Empress. However, the emperor sent a small amount, which was only enough to burn for two hours, saying that it was a new aromatherapy, which was given to each palace for tasting.
My heart was blocked, and my voice was a little dry and muttering: "Two Yi Halls... Grandpa Zhou..."
I took a little bit of each of the two incense and wrapped them in two bags, so that people could send them to the pharmacy. Song Yi quickly got the news. When I watched him list the two incense materials and effects on the paper one by one, the only possibility in my heart might burst.
The death of Ming'er, the fruit is due to our Deqing Palace, because of these two different incense.
The palace people who followed me came out of the inner hall with me and have edified the fragrance of the inner hall. However, Ming'er, a palace maid who had not entered the inner hall, died in the outer hall. In this way, the incense in the inner hall is the antidote to the incense in the outer hall, so the incense scattered in the outer hall is nothing to us, but it is equivalent to the maids of honor who listen to the bamboo pavilion. After inhaling a certain amount, they suffocate, then spit, and then die.
I sighed deeply, folded the paper, turned on the candlelight, and watched the flame burn it into black ash little by little.
The next day, Dali Temple did not accept the jade pendant case. Of course, if it hadn't been for Li Shimin's intention, how could Empress Changsun and Dali Temple have given up the investigation! On that day, I don't know who it was from: Hearing about the loss of the jade pendant in the bamboo pavilion was just a misunderstanding, Defei had severely punished the two maids who made mistakes, and the death of Deqing Gong Qinger committed suicide because she could not stand the grievances in the palace.
This is completely different from the statement of committing suicide, which seems too light at this moment. I don't understand why Li Shimin helped me save Qinger before, but now he helps to pick erves. However, the only thing he knows is that he sees all the disputes in the harem. As long as he says a word, everything will be extremely reverse. My righteous indignation is hard to calm. I framed Deqing Palace and killed Qinger like this, but I can't bring her to justice, and it was the man who obstructed me who said that he cared about me and protected me!
Why is it like this? Why is it like this? Li Shimin, why did you do this to me? Are you really such a ruthless person? Everything that once came to mind, echoing what had been said, every sentence is so real and valuable, even if it is false, but in the past 20 years, you really only disdain the rest of me? You are so kind to everyone and spoil the erves. Why do you want me to be this poor person who has suffered grievances?
I lay quietly on the bench and watched the flowers fall in the yard. I sighed for a long time and felt a stuffy breath in my heart. I patted my chest and straightened up. There was a flower in front of me and rushed to the ground in a moment, and a pain suddenly came from my forehead. There were palace people's footsteps and shouts in my ears. I opened my eyelids and only felt that the sun above my head made me drowsy, so I simply closed my eyes.
When I woke up again, the hall was no longer as bright as the day. There were not many candle lights, two nearby and two in the distance, which made the hall dusk yellow. There was a shadow sitting in front of the bed. I looked at it for a long time before I found that this person was Li Shimin.
When he saw me wake up, he only looked at him and didn't speak. He sat up and held my hands, holding my eyebrows and told me softly, "The royal doctor said that your heart rate is unstable and you need to rest well. Look at you, you are sad all day long. When will your heart disease be light?
Since the harvest came, I have indeed had few happy days. After that, I was gradually drowsy because I was depressed and unhappy in my heart. I have been annoyed by trivial things and too persistent to let go. Who can be blame for accumulating so far? I still put on the posture that I just woke up. I didn't smile or feel sad. I just followed his eyes and said to him, "Nian'er is outside. Qing'er is the longest companion to me and knows my heart best." I paused and raised my eyes and looked into his deep eyes. "My heart disease is... I wonder how the murderer killed Qing'er day and night."
Li Shimin lowered his eyes, covered me with a mattress, pinched the back of my hand and thought about it for a while. Just as he opened his mouth, my whole heart suddenly trembled. He said, "She used ink to print the pattern of the key of the prison door on the handkerchief to imitate one, and then arranged a person in the prison to light incense in the prison, and everyone but himself fainted. You can think of the rest."
If that's the case, I closed my eyes and was silent for a long time. I couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of my eyes. No, it was me who killed her. How on earth did I kill her? Because of her reuse? Because you trust her? Because she is my best helper, because she is my confidant? Yes, that's why I killed her!" I was desolate, choking, and my throat was bitter.
He didn't change his expression. He just shook his head gently and said to me, "Don't think nonsense. I'm worried about you!"
I looked at him and couldn't help sneering secretly.
Oh, if he really cared about my feelings, he would not have done this to me again and again. He knew that I would be sad and knew that I would blame myself for guilt. And does he feel irrelevant about these? What kind of thoughts does he have for me?