In such a weird atmosphere, Meng Zhian stayed in the cold palace for seven days. For the first three days, guards were everywhere in the imperial palace, and Habayashi, in armor, stood guard at every exit of the imperial palace, day and night.
Even in the evening, a prohibition order was issued, going to the harem concubine, and down to the palace eunuch, and it was dark, and they were not allowed to go out.
It seemed that the emperor was determined to catch the thief who had stolen the secrets of the military cabinet. It's a pity that for three days, there was a lot of noise, and everyone in the palace was in danger for fear of causing trouble to the upper body. One by one was careful in words and deeds, and even the concubines who had always liked to fight for beauty, also had a lot of peace.
But the culprit was never caught.
It's been three days, and anyone who wants to break his head can't think that this person will still be in the palace.
Seven days later, all the guards of Yu Linwei also withdrew, and the sky above the harem was finally no longer depressed.
Su Kui fiddled with a peach sapling, squatting in a corner of the Changhuan Courtyard window, shoveling the soil with a small shovel. Meng Zhian leaned against the wall and looked at her lazily.
The sky above the head floated like cotton wool like clouds, and the gentle sunlight reflected on the woman’s little face, the skin was white as jade, and the warm sunlight hit the face, so clear that even the tiny hairs can be seen. see.
She lowered her eyes, her crow-blue eyelashes curled up like insect wings, flickering with the movement. She pressed her flesh-pink lips, doing something very seriously.
Meng Zhian was puzzled by her stubbornness.
"Why do you have to plant a peach tree? It can't be a pear tree? Or an osmanthus tree, or an apricot tree."
Su Kui didn't lift his head either, "Don't you know that the peach trees ward off evil spirits?" Meng Zhian was speechless.
In fact, Su Kui doesn't pay much attention to it, but simply thinks that in spring, the pink and tender peach petals will look good when you open the window. Of course, she will not stay here forever.
But since Meng Zhian had to seek a reason, she gave him one.
Throughout the ages, how many people have died in the cold palace, whether they are guilty or innocent, too many. Even in the land underfoot, in the bottom of Yingyue Lake, in a dry well in a certain corner, there may be hidden bones that are not well known.
Meng Zhian was startled, his dark eyes flickered, and he fixedly looked at Su Kui, "Do you really stop thinking about it? I can take you out." He thought that being alive is the most important thing.
What he will do in the future is bound to go against the world, but it also coincides with her wish.
I thought so in my heart, but Meng Zhian didn't say it clearly.
He rubbed the deep cocoon in his palm as a result of practicing martial arts, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.
Hearing this, Su Kui did not answer immediately, but seriously inserted the peach seedlings into the dug pit, buried them firmly, and poured a scoop of water. Then, he stood up covered in mud, fixedly looking into Meng Zhian's eyes, and said, "Then I also want to ask you, why do I have to insist on taking a man who has lost his soul like a walking dead body?"
"I haven't said it, but your status shouldn't be low?" At this point, Su Kui suddenly lowered his head and sneered, and said with an unclear expression: "Perhaps, we may still know each other. You have never wanted to see me in real face. Is there such a factor?"
Su Kui stared closely at his eyes, not missing any emotional changes in his eyes.