Chapter 43 Looking for Fine Slits

The night was slowly blown away by the breeze, and the light red morning light cast a soft light, shining on the crimson brick wall in the towering court.

There is a blue color in the air, like a river and lakes slowly flowing into the palace wall.

Tenderness and honey is only the direction of the heart, and at present, for Shen Sirong, the tricky thing is the affair between the beautiful woman and others.

Today, Shen Sirong did not summon the concubines, but only invited a few high-ranking concubines.

Wan Ying died, and the so-called bodyguard disappeared. The only witness is the maid of honor in the cold palace. Let people bring the maid of honor, and Shen Sirong looked at the messy bun and panicked eyes.

"Look up."

The maid of honor is the red man next to Wan Ying.

"I remember that you seem to have a deep relationship with Ying Meiren, but you usually don't leave?" Shen Sirong said tentatively, and this Hongying was afraid that it was the scourge of Wan Ying.

Hong Ying looked very haggard, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching and looked very panicked.

"I'm going back to my wife, yes." Hongqi gritted his teeth and tried to calm his voice.

Shen Sirong looked at the concubine present without a trace. Only Wang Shu was very calm, as if it had nothing to do with her. The more so, the more Shen Sirong suspected that it was her.

However, Wan Ying has no intention of competing for favor, so why did she kill her?

The puzzled Shen Sirong stretched out her hand, and she took a sip of tea without saying a word. Between her eyes, Hanmei came forward to ask for her, "The Empress wants to know who reported this matter to the internal affairs."

"It's me." Wang Shu did not avoid it, which made Shen Sirong cautious. Since Wang Shu said it was her, there must be a reason to wash away the suspicion.

"Referred, the noble concubine was not feeling well, and everything in the palace was managed by her sister. After the incident, the maid of honor reported to me. When I rushed to the Cold Hall, Yingmei swallowed gold and died."

Wang Shu opened her mouth, and it was very disrespectful for Han Mei to answer again. Shen Sirong's eyes were clear. She nodded slightly and asked Hongyu, "Then you said, you found it that night, what happened before? Have you ever noticed something wrong with your master before?

Hongqi whispered, "I have never found..."

"Then did your master go to the cold hall and often go out of the hall?" Shen Sirong asked questions that were not painful or itchy, and the concubines beside him gradually relaxed their minds.

Hongying shook her head and smiled brightly: "Can you hear it clearly? This is the maid of honor who saw this move on the first day, and she usually doesn't leave. Naturally, there is nothing she doesn't know about Yingmei. But strangely, isn't it the man Yingmei met from her dream? Otherwise, where can the beautiful woman who doesn't leave home meet the palace guards?

Shen Sirong's soft words quickly wrapped the charges carried by Wan Ying around a layer of veil fog, making people unable to see some of the truth.

The atmosphere in the hall was very tense. The originally scattered concubine was likely to be blamed when she heard this, for fear that if she was not careful, she would be another beautiful woman.

There is a touch of apology in my eyes. I'm afraid that if I go back today, these close people will be tortured.

"The noble concubine is really clear." Wang Shu bowed with admiration.

"Hong Yu, can you see the man's face?" Hongqi paused slightly, but described the man's appearance as extremely real. Shen Sirong picked up a wolf pen and sketched out a man's appearance on rice paper according to what she said.

"But this is what it looks like?" Shen Sirong picked up the rice paper and showed the man on the painting. The panic flashed in his red eyes and then lowered his head.

A soft cough sounded in the hall, but I didn't know who it was. Shen Sirong smiled faintly when he heard the sound.

"I'm asking you, but this is what it looks like?" Shen Sirong's voice was hospitable, and the sasman's voice was poured down. Hongzhen nodded, but did not dare to move her eyes away from the ground.

He ordered the people to wait for the meeting with the internal affairs government, and Shen Sirong folded the painting in his hand and put it on the table.

"The Empress is really a magic pen..." Naturally, Zhang Yu Fu will not be with Wang Shu. She took this opportunity to praise Shen Sirong and wanted to climb this backer.

When he covered his mouth and laughed, Shen Sirong looked down at Hanmei, and Hanmei immediately felt clear when she saw the situation. She went to the back hall for a moment, and when she came back, she held a bowl of medicine in her hand.

"Madam, it's time to take medicine to rest."

coughing softly, and his chest couldn't help heaving. Shen Sirong's eyebrows are locked, which reminds people of Xizi's heart.

Liu Ran is a master of people's eyesight. She got up and smiled faintly and said, "I'm afraid the noble concubine is tired, so I will leave first." Subsequently, several concubines also withdrew from the Yongqing Palace.

The last person who went out was Wang Shu. Her face was not very beautiful, but left a wait-to- see.

When Wang Shu left the Yongqing Palace, Mother Shen happened to come back from the cold palace. When she lowered her head and made a mistake, Mother Shen saw the disdain in Wang Shu's eyes clearly.

Shen Sirong in the hall swept away the weak state just now. She frowned and leaned on Mother Shen's waist, and Mother Shen motioned Hanmei to retreat. The room was quiet, and Mother Shen untied a lot of hairpin rings on Shen Sirong's head. Hold the painful feet on the tip of the forehead with both hands and move gently.

"What do you think of the wet nurse?"

Mynashen made sure that there was no one in the house, and Fang whispered, "I think there is no evidence of this matter now, and it is difficult to prove the innocence of Yingmei."

Yes, it's difficult. Shen Sirong didn't know that this matter was difficult, but if this matter is not resolved, the harem must be full of bloody storms.

Shen Sirong's eyes suddenly remembered something... I just don't know if those people have found it.

She suddenly stood up, and the brilliance in her eyes seemed to fly to the clouds. Shen Sirong smiled steadily: "Nanny, let's go to the cold hall."

Mother Shen frowned to stop it: "Mother, if you want to find something, just go. It's always a dangerous place. It's not good if your body is contaminated with anything.

Shen Sirong inserted the golden phoenix broken fringe hairpin and rolled up a black bun. The hanging tassels swung with crystal bright light, and a red gem shining brightly.

"I will listen to what others say. The wet nurse should not say this. The words of ghosts and ghost power were originally forced by him, but if it is also a ghost in his heart, it's just right to be afraid." Shen Sirong said with some point.

"The maidservant went to prepare a soft sedan chair."

"Don't disturb others, let's go around from the west."

Mother Shen looked at Shen Sirong's figure walking out and knew that she had made up her mind, so she picked up the fox cloak and chased her.

The fragrant fog in the hall fell behind him, burning Shen Sirong's graceful back into a shallow ethereal.

Shen Sirong is very anxious. She must find such a thing. If there is such a thing, you can find the flaw...

In front of the cold hall, the already desolate chill was even deeper. Shen Sirong couldn't help shivering when he saw the door of the cold hall.

"Mother." Mother Shen handed the stove she had been holding in her arms to Shen Sirong. Since being injured, Shen Sirong has always been afraid of chills. She took the stove, and the hot heat spread from Qianqian's fingers to the bones of her limbs.

Shen Sirong pushed away the cold hall, and the silence in the hall was shocking. Shen Sirong calmed down and said silently, "Beauty, if you have a spirit in heaven, let me clear the blame for you, let me find that thing..."

sighed and walked into the place where Wan Ying lived, pushed the door and opened. A burst of death rushed to Shen Sirong, and even Mother Shen, who had always been stable, couldn't help shivering.

Shen Sirong patrolled the house for a week. At this time, the room was very messy. Obviously, everything was well placed, but the sense of chaos lingered.

In her mind is the situation when she came to the cold hall last time. I still remember that Wan Ying was very panicked after she came in. At that time, she had something in her hand. I can only see that it is white. And Wan Ying was standing at that time...

In front of the bronze mirror.

Yes, then Wan Ying hid that thing behind the bronze mirror.

Shen Sirong smiled and turned over the bronze mirror. There was a gap behind him. Just as Shen Sirong came out with joy, his men were empty and made Shen Sirong's smile fixed at that moment.

is empty, nothing...

She won't make a mistake, but where did Wan Ying put that thing? Could it be that Wanying's action that day was just a measure of rights and interests? Usually, that thing was not put here?

Shen Sirong's heart is not as calm as when he came. If there is no evidence, I'm afraid that Wan Ying's charge of for forgery will be firmly on the crime, and in the court, Wan Ying's father is a servant of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. If this matter is not handled properly, I'm afraid it will hurt the hearts of his subjects, or it will give "over there" a chance.

M Mother Shen, who was guarding at the door, listened to the movement in the room and was more worried. What she is worried about is not the reputation of Yingmei or the court, but whether this matter will cause Shen Sirong to take charge of the harem.

The sound of rummaging in the room gradually weakened...

There was no light in it, and there was a few light in the six-square window grid, reflecting Shen Sirong's decadent face. She searched in the room but found nothing. It seems that what she saw that day was an illusion.

Shen Sirong forced himself to calm down and don't miss any place.

What Wan Ying attaches so much to will certainly not be hidden in a place that outsiders can easily find. And nine out of ten white things are tokens. She has been unwilling to sleep since she entered the palace. In this way, she must have some attachment in her heart. Otherwise, no one will take the opportunity to be accused of for personal use.

If you are a loved one, where will you hide it?

If it were her, she would put it in...

By the way, Shen Sirong suddenly remembered the hair cut by Xiao Yuanqi one morning. At that time, Shen Sirong's heart was as tender as water, and he just wished not to drown in that love.

And she put it in the closest place - the middle of the jade pillow.

Shen Sirong walked to Wan Ying's bedside, ** there were clear traces of someone moving. There is nothing abnormal in the brocade, and ** has clearly been found, and Shen Sirong carefully groped for a while and still found nothing.