King Xian is a sick person, in fact, his hands are not very strong, but Concubine Xian still feels a pain where he grabbed her, as if she was stung by some poisonous snake.
Fear arose in her heart, and she subconsciously wanted to shake it off, but she tried her best to hold back, Princess Xian took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said softly, "Why would the lord think so?"
Seeing that King Xian's eyes were completely suspicious of her, she couldn't help pursing her lips bitterly, and said sadly, "Does the prince not believe me?"
Xian Wang seemed to realize that his tone was condensed when he questioned him, so he couldn't help but calm down a little, and held hers gently with cool hands, "You misunderstood, I just think that the attitude of the father to decide the princess is a bit strange..." "Nothing really happened in Changyin Pavilion that day, it's just... that the father seems to be a little afraid of deciding the princess..." Princess Xian weighed his words, and while carefully observing his expression, said, "Maybe it's the ability to taboo the princess, Maybe... because he is afraid of King Ding..." "Afraid of Princess Ding?"
King Xian was startled, and frowned strangely, so, this time he was so angry in the court hall because he was afraid of the princess
Could it be that the father has something to do with Princess Ding
But some things don't make sense.
Seeing that he couldn't hear anything from his concubine, he couldn't help but let go of her hand, "Forget it, how can we juniors spy on the matter of my father, I'm tired, let's take a rest."
"I'll help the prince to lie down..." Concubine Xian gently helped him up, and carefully helped him to lie down on the soft bed. After he breathed heavily and fell asleep, Concubine Xian carefully got up, and after leaving the room, she strode towards her own room.
She let the servant girl stand guard outside the door, but she picked up a pen and quickly wrote a few words on the rice paper - I want to live, leave Beijing quickly! Concubine Xian quickly packed the letter, and called the confidant maid who was guarding the door, her voice was low and hoarse, "Prince Ding and his wife seem to be expressing condolences in a famous mansion, I will send you to a famous mansion to express condolences later, you can find a chance to send it to Princess Ding."
Yuan Cui took it carefully and hid it carefully, "Miss, don't worry, this servant will definitely do it."
"Don't let anyone find you."
"The servant knows."
Concubine Xian reminded her carefully, after seeing her leave, she seemed to let go of half of her heart, and sat on the chair as if exhausted.
Famous mansion.
Because the secret guard found out that Mingfu was related to that Zhuangzi, Gu Jiuxiao did not go to the court, but took Qin Gentiana to Mingfu to express his condolences. By the way, he found out whether Mingfeng alone was involved in Zhuangzi, or whether the whole Mingfu was involved.
The old general admired Gu Jiuxiao very much, and when he saw him coming, he greeted him personally.
His white-haired man sent a black-haired man, his always firm eyes were full of sorrowful crimson.
Gu Jiuxiao stretched out his hand to hold the trembling hand of the old general, and said in a deep voice, "My condolences to the old general..." The old general held his hand tightly, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say anything.
The mourning hall was very chaotic, there were men and women crying together, calling Rou'er, the old general only heard a few times, and couldn't hold back his tears.
Gu Jiuxiao couldn't bear to look at it, so Qin Geng said, "I'll go see the old lady..." She lifted her skirt and strode towards the mourning hall.
The mourning hall was extremely chaotic. An elderly woman and a young man cried together.
She thought the man was from a famous family, but looking at the weak and crooked appearance, she didn't seem to belong to a famous family. Her doubts were quickly answered by the maid of the famous family.
Young Master Zhou cried very sadly, he still refused to believe that Mingrou had passed away, so he dragged himself on Mingrou's coffin, wanting to touch her hand.
In ancient times, this was detrimental to the reputation of a dead girl. Naturally, people from famous mansions did not dare to let him touch it. Several people pulled him, even an old lady.
"But she won't die, she still told me in my dream that she would be my bride..." "My child, you are so sad, you..." "No, I didn't, I didn't!"
Mr. Zhou became emotional, he struggled violently, and the old lady who was holding him was thrown by him, and he fell backwards with a cry of surprise.
The mourning hall was very chaotic, and the old lady was getting old again. If she fell, people were afraid that something would happen.
Just as there were screams in the mourning hall, the old lady felt something stopped her waist, and immediately a slender hand stretched out, grabbed her waist, and asked with concern, "Old lady, are you alright?"
The old lady was still in shock. She stared blankly at Gentiana Qin, her lips trembling, and it took her a long time to realize that this was Princess Ding. She had met her once at the Supreme Emperor's dinner, and she had always been impressed with this peculiar Princess Ding.
"Many... Thank you, Princess Ding..." Qin Gentian raised his eyebrows lightly, "You're welcome, do you need help, Madam?"
As she spoke, her eyes slowly fell on Mr. Zhou who was described as crazy and grief-stricken.
Who would have thought that Mr. Zhou would be stunned when he heard the words Ding Wangfei, and then, like a person who fell into the water, he finally caught a piece of driftwood. He rushed towards Qin Gentian in ecstasy, "Ding Wangfei, you are the apprentice of the medical saint, you save Rou'er, save Rou'er, and Rou'er will be my bride and my wife..." Qin Geng was caught off guard by his arm. Arriving in front of Mingrou's coffin, he suddenly saw a white and swollen woman covered in blisters.
"Ah, be careful, Princess Ding..." "Young Master Zhou, what are you doing
Let go of Princess Ding! "
But Mr. Zhou didn't seem to hear, and looked at her with red eyes begging, "I beg you to save her, she is still very young, she...she hasn't married me yet..." Mr. Zhou's family also rushed over at this time.
Zhou Ying yelled at her family frantically, while pitifully begging Qin Gentiana to save her.
Gu Jiuxiao also heard the movement and rushed over at this time. Seeing Zhou Ying grabbing Qin Geng's hand like that and forcing her to the coffin, his face darkened, "Let her go!"
Just as he was about to make a move, he saw his concubine come over and ask him to be calm.
No matter how anxious I was, I had to force myself not to move at this moment.
Qin Gentian comforted Gu Jiuxiao, and only then did she have the heart to look at Zhou Ying. She frowned slightly, and reprimanded lightly, "How do I think of a famous girl when you drag me like this?"
Only then did Zhou Ying let go of her hand in a hurry, with an annoyed and anxious expression on her face, "I was wrong, I was wrong, there is Princess Laoding, there is Princess Laoding..." It is impolite to touch the body of the deceased.
Only then did Gentiana Qin stand still in front of Mingrou's coffin, she lightly lifted her fingers and put them on the tip of Mingrou's nose, without breathing.
In fact, she just took a rough look and knew that Mingrou had been dead for a long time and was hopeless, but Zhou Ying's appearance was too pitiful, as if she was the only driftwood, she had to try it, maybe after she checked everything and confirmed that Mingrou was dead, he would accept his fate.
Thinking so, Qin Gentian raised his hand and took Mingrou's right hand, wanting to get another pulse.
It's just that Mingrou's right hand is very strange, tightly clenched into a fist, she frowned suspiciously, the drowning person should be waving and clasping their limbs indiscriminately, it is impossible to tightly clenched a fist.
Qin Gentian felt strange, and couldn't help asking, "Who restrained Miss Ming's body, but has anyone touched her hand?"
An old lady's trembling voice sounded, "It's Lao Shen... I cleaned it up myself... No, her hands can't be opened, Lao Shen can't bear her..." As she spoke, she couldn't help sobbing and began to cry. Mrs. Zhou hurriedly hugged her.
Qin Gentian felt more and more strange, she stretched out her hand to break it, but she didn't break it, her heart skipped a beat, subconsciously added some strength, and then she broke Ming Rou's hand.
Mingrou's hands are very beautiful. Even after being soaked in water all night, it can be seen that they used to be beautiful hands, but now her hands are white and swollen from the soak, and her nails are also white. After they are all white, the sawdust and leaves that are picked between her fingers are particularly obvious.
Qin Gentiana's heart skipped a few beats, and an unbelievable but very possible thought flashed through his mind.
She licked her lips, continued to look at her Ming Rou's body with a serious expression, and narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw that a lot of her hair was almost pulled off.
Qin Geng's eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the mourning hall, and finally fell on Mr. Zhou's face mixed with grief and hope, and sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Miss Mingrou is indeed dead..." She saw Zhou Ying's whole body limp silently, like a doll that had lost its soul.
"But Miss Mingrou didn't accidentally fall into the water and died. She was killed by someone. Mr. Zhou, I think Miss Mingrou entered your dream because I want you to help her find the real culprit who killed her..." In an instant, the mourning hall was in an uproar.
The old general's expression trembled, and the old lady screamed in pain and passed out.
The despair in Zhou Ying's eyes gradually recovered a little bit, and finding the real culprit for Mingrou seemed to give him the desire to live. He clenched his fists tightly, knelt down on the ground, and let out a heart-wrenching roar.