The heavy air in the study seemed to freeze, Ruyi brought two cups of hot tea and waited outside.
The sunlight slanting in from the window sill illuminates half of the study room, half shade and half sun, half dark and half colorful.
The place where they were was in the dark, and they saw that the place was bright and bright, the dust and streamers were flying, and the splendor was shining.
In the silence, Murong Ci suddenly said: "Leave aside Zhao Concubine's case for now, the only clues that can be investigated now are these two gray hairs."
Shen Zhiyan pondered for a while before saying, "I'll go to Chunwu Courtyard."
"I will go with you."
"Also."
The two had a quick lunch, and then went to Chunwu Courtyard.
Ever since the prince left, Nanny Li, the maid in charge of the Chunwu Courtyard, felt uneasy, always thinking that the prince would come again, so she gritted her teeth and ordered the palace staff to clean the entire Chunwu Courtyard thoroughly. If the prince comes again and sees that everything is clean and tidy, he might be in a good mood and transfer her away from Chunwu Courtyard.
She stayed in Chunwu Courtyard for twenty years. At first, she still had a bit of pursuit in life. Gradually, she became like those hopeless people, muddling along like a walking corpse, waiting to die here.
When the prince led the people to come again, she couldn't help admiring herself, she was so foresighted.
The Chunwu Courtyard took on a new look, she had more face, and said with a smile: "What orders does His Royal Highness have, servants are at your service."
"You cleaned the Chunwu Courtyard once." Murong Ci felt that the air was much fresher, and the fainting smell dissipated.
"After His Royal Highness left yesterday, the slaves felt panicked and cleaned up inside and out with the palace people. Why don't the servants show His Highness to look around?" Nanny Li smiled obsequiously, and showed His Highness around, which proved that she was not Do superficiality.
"Alright." Murong Ci looked at Shen Zhiyan and winked.
"This lord is..." Nanny Li raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Zhiyan.
"Master Shen, Shaoqing of Dali Temple." Murong Ci introduced.
"My servant pays homage to Mr. Shen." Madam Li was a little flustered. The Dali Temple was in charge of the trial of criminal and prison cases. The Shaoqing of Dali Temple came to Chunwu Courtyard on purpose, it must be for the death of Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren.
Those two common people died as soon as they died, and they caused her troubles.
If she is involved in this matter, can this job still be kept? Maybe even my life will be lost.
Thinking of this, Nanny Li's back was wet with sweat.
The rain was fresh, the sun was shining, and the dampness from the early morning rain had dried.
This is the time when the sun is at its strongest and the heat is hot and dry. Most people sit under the eaves of the hall to enjoy the cool. Someone scratched, someone dozed against the wall, someone chatted in low voices, someone looked at the two well-dressed strangers
Shen Zhiyan and Murong Ci walked slowly, their eyes swept over their heads.
Although some of them have gray hair, they are old and stooped, so they are believed to be incapable of committing crimes.
After looking around, they walked towards the backyard.
Nanny Li introduced enthusiastically, "Outside the courtyard wall is the palace road, and beyond that is the palace wall."
There were three bunks in the backyard. They walked around, but they didn't find anyone with gray hair.
"Mother Li, you should go and do your work first, Ben Gong and Mr. Shen are walking around." Murong Ci said coldly.
"If Your Highness has something to do, please tell your servants to do so. Your servants will leave." Madam Li withdrew respectfully.
Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, walked through the bunk room to the backyard.
The backyard is not big, with two pine trees, two osmanthus trees and several towering ancient trees planted. The towering ancient trees are lush with branches and leaves, the green cover is like an umbrella, and the green shade is extremely cool.
Where the wind passes by, there is a rustling sound, and the coolness produces the sleeves.
There seemed to be a gloomy air curling up.
There are people under the towering ancient trees.
A middle-aged woman was sitting in a wheelchair, and the other was pushing the wheelchair behind her.
It was Mrs. An and her close servant Liu Mei.
Same as what Murong Ci saw yesterday, Mrs. An was wearing a gray-black cloth robe, with a long cloth scarf of the same color covering her head and face.
They noticed the movement and turned their heads to look.
Murong Ci and Shen Zhiyan walked over, she asked indifferently: "You are Mrs. An"
"The old man is not An Guiren, but an ordinary man." An Guiren's voice is very low, rough and hoarse.
"Anshu has been in Chunwuyuan for twenty years." Shen Zhiyan's elegant face was filled with a breeze-like smile.
"It's been twenty years." Liu Mei, the close maidservant, replied, "The two noblemen are..."
He was about to reveal his identity, but Murong Ci said first: "We are the palace servants of the East Palace, come here to have a look. If you need anything, just tell us."
Mr. An's eyes as clear as streams were half-closed, "Look at your robes, you don't look like servants of the Eastern Palace."
Shen Zhiyan smiled cynically, "Anshu people are really sharp-eyed. In fact, we are not from the palace, but we beg His Royal Highness to help you, let us come to Chunwu Courtyard to have a look."
Liu Mei's face softened, "This Chunwu Courtyard is isolated from the world, it's a hell on earth, isn't it a waste of time for the nobles to come here?"
Murong Ci stared at Mrs. An, who was described as clean and tidy. She didn't wear makeup, her forehead was clean, her eyes were dark and deep like a thousand-year-old well, and her brows were silent, as if she had seen through the world of mortals and the yin and yang of life and death, leaving only this quiet and calm time .
The eyes of those people in the hall were full of despair, silence and waiting for death, but in An Guiren's eyes, Murong Ci saw calmness.
isn't that weird
"Chunwuyuan is a terrible tomb. How many people's youth and blood, tears and hopes have been buried. The two nobles should leave as soon as possible."
An Guiren's voice was hoarse and cold, like a vicious little snake crawling up from the bottom of his feet, and the cold air rushed straight to his back, making one's hair stand on end.
Murong Ci put his right hand on her knee and asked, "Are Mrs. An's legs useless?"
Liu Mei's brows were slightly angry, "Isn't it because of His Royal Highness?"
"Liu Mei." An Guiren said in a low voice, preventing the servant girl from continuing, her eyes as deep as an ancient well melted the desolation and silence of life, "This is my fate, and I can't blame anyone."
"I heard that Mrs. An's legs were beaten and disabled and entered the Chunwu Courtyard." Shen Zhiyan said Qingyi, "Mr. An must have suffered a lot in the past ten years."
"Living in this world is originally an arduous practice. Bitterness or sweetness, sadness or joy, are all fleeting and fleeting."
An Guiren's voice was indifferent, and his calm brows were filled with the misery and desolation of this life.
The sunlight leaking from the luxuriant branches and leaves reflected a ray of brilliance on her pale eyebrows, as if depicting the beautiful beauty of the world on the old and rotten brocade, but the brocade that was about to rot could not bear the weight of the brilliance , The splendor, on the contrary, sets off the desolation and desolation that penetrates into the bone marrow and penetrates the soul.
However, still calm.
Unparalleled ease.
Amazing ease.
These thoughts were only for a moment, Murong Ci looked at her quietly, a lot of fun.
"The two nobles can do as they please."
No need for Mrs. An's signal, Liu Mei understood and pushed the master away.
Shen Zhiyan watched them enter the room, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness thinks Mrs. An is weird."
Murong Ci nodded, "I can't tell the truth. Her legs are crippled, so she can't come out to do evil."
He looked around the backyard, then walked towards the courtyard wall.
The courtyard wall is an earthen wall, about half a foot high, and it is easy to jump over. Over the courtyard wall is the palace road, and the high palace wall is close at hand.
"It's very convenient to enter and exit the palace from here. Even if there are three groups of guards patrolling nearby, a person with extraordinary lightness skills can still be unnoticed." He analyzed.
"It's convenient for the murderers who killed Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren to come and go from here." Murong Ci looked at the palace wall thoughtfully.
This trip, no suspicious suspects were found.
Back in the East Palace, the two talked for a while, and Shen Zhiyan said goodbye.
An Guiren's eyebrows were imprinted in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of them for a long time.
Not long after returning from Chunwu Courtyard, Murong Ci felt dizzy, so he went to lie down, but unexpectedly caught fire again.
Originally, her wind-cold hadn't been eradicated, and she was exhausted after running around for the past few days. This morning, she was caught in the rain and the wind was blowing, and she didn't change clothes in time, so she fell ill again.
Sickness comes like a mountain, and goes away like silk.
She was lying on the bed, and sometimes it was freezing cold, and sometimes it was scorching hot like three volts, intertwined with ice and fire, excruciating pain.
After taking the decoction, sweating profusely, and waking up after sleeping, I felt better.
The summer night is like overturned ink, and it is so silent.
She was sweating profusely, she was really uncomfortable, and she couldn't sleep even if she wanted to sleep, so she ordered Ruyi to prepare hot water for a bath.
After bathing, she was refreshed, but she sneezed solidly.
Ruyi hurriedly waited for her to put on the plain gauze mid-sole, then put on the jade-colored cloak, and then went back to the bedroom.
"Your Highness, the servant is going to bring the soup and medicine."
Ruyi said, but saw His Highness stopped, as if seeing a ghost. Ruyi followed His Highness's eyes suspiciously, and gasped
someone in the dormitory
The man standing in front of the desk and reading a book is the regent
Ruyi was flustered, thinking about it, she didn't seem to have leaked anything, didn't reveal the slightest information that His Highness is a woman.
Murong Ci stared at Murong Yu steadfastly, with various thoughts intertwined in his heart, his small face turned pale, then turned green in an instant, green and white again, white and blue again
Murong Yu put down the booklet and said in a low voice, "Stand back."
Ruyi glanced at His Highness, then bowed and retreated: Your Highness, please ask for blessings.
There were only two candles lit in the bedroom, and the light was dim. He stood there, and the golden python pattern on the golden robe burst out with fierce golden light, as if he was about to jump out and devour him.
He looked at her with a calm expression on his brow.
Mountains, rivers, and the beauty of the world are all in those eyes.
He is stern and beautiful, but he has a pair of eyes that seem to swallow the world. Eyes are the windows of the soul. From these deep and cold black eyes, she saw his ambition.
what is he doing
This is her east palace, he comes in and out freely, enters her bedroom in a stately manner, no one comes to report.
Do the guards and palace people eat shit
If he had the intention to kill her and steal the country, then she would have died silently.