The Treacherous Concubine’s Guide To Whitewashing

Coming back from the early morning, Lian Yanqiu stepped forward and reported the follow-up of the previous Chongwen Pavilion fire. The efficiency of this guy is really amazing.

"You said that Li Jieyu set off the fire?" Yuan Luo asked in surprise.

Lian Yanqiu nodded. He found the suspicious point when he led people to fight the fire last night. He ordered people to stare at the Yuxiu Palace secretly, returned from outside the city this morning, and immediately violently locked the palace maid beside Li Jieyu and tortured them again.

"The two palace ladies in Yuxiu Palace confessed. Although they didn't see Li Jieyu doing it with their own eyes, Li Jieyu didn't take anyone with him on the night of the incident. She went to the back garden to relax for more than two hours. And the day before yesterday in Yuxiu Palace. Said that Li Jieyu likes to read books at night, and doubled the amount of this month's lamp oil. Now a whole jar of oil in the warehouse is gone."

Yuan Luo was speechless, and she was very sympathetic to the girl who was disfigured by the original owner. After the visit last time, Li Jieyu's injury gradually improved after instructing the imperial physician to carefully diagnose and treat.

But because she ruined her appearance, she didn't dare to go out to socialize. She lived behind closed doors in her Yuxiu palace, and made people forget that there was still this person in the palace in a low-key manner. Yuan Luo asked once and told the Ministry of Internal Affairs not to treat her harshly, so she didn't take any more care.

I didn't expect such a big thing to happen to her in a blink of an eye. But considering that Li Jieyu was originally the person sent in by the East Sea King, it was reasonable to listen to his orders.

"Where is Li Jieyu now?" Yuan Luo asked.

"The maid found out this morning that she had hanged herself." Lian Yanqiu replied. After Li Jieyu set off the fire, he was afraid that sooner or later he would be traced to her head. Under fear, she simply hung herself with a rope.

Yuan Luo suddenly felt depressed.

"Niangniang don't have to be sorry, this person deserves the crime." Lian Yanqiu keenly caught Yuan Luo's mood and persuaded him.

Although the Chongwenguan fire was put out in time, five or six library buildings were still destroyed. The collection of books in the past dynasties was severely damaged. There were even several small palace people who had no time to escape and were buried in flames. From this point of view, Li Jieyu really deserved it.

"She is just a knife in the hands of the East Sea King. The person who takes the knife does not punish, but asks the knife to commit the crime. What's the use." Yuan Luo sighed.

"What the mother said is that the most annoying thing is in the hands of the culprit, not just this knife."

Yuan Luo pressed her forehead. Compared with Li Jieyu, there is another thing that makes people more headaches. How did the memorial he prepared secretly spread to the East Sea King?

If it hadn't been for knowing the means by which he would put him under house arrest, he would not leave the capital in such a hurry.

"This... hasn't been ascertained yet." Lian Yanqiu said. He wanted to take Li Jieyu's rigorous torture, who knew she committed suicide in fear of sin, and the existing clues were broken, so he had to start from the beginning.

In this palace, the King of the East China Sea already has a lot of power, and in the original work, as Sikonglin and her become increasingly unpopular, more and more people are participating in the King of the East China Sea, no matter if it is the harem or the former dynasty, it is impossible to eliminate it. Exhausted. But now the situation has not yet reached its worst, and there is still time to purge the inner palace and remove the nails buried by the East Sea King as soon as possible.

Lian Yanqiu bowed his head and said, "The ministers will follow up strictly, so don't worry."

Yuan Luo nodded, and suddenly a thought came up in her heart. The power of the East Sea King in the harem was Li Jieyu. If Li Jieyu was used as an introduction.

Yuan Luo looked up and asked, "Has the story of Li Jieyu hanged and died has been spread?"

Lian Yanqiu shook his head: "After receiving the news, the minister immediately came to report to the mother."

Yuan Luo stood up, "First block this news and make the appearance of continuing the investigation."

Lian Yanqiu was puzzled at first, glanced over Yuan Luo's face, and suddenly woke up: "The empress is trying to fake the appearance that Li Jieyu is still alive and catch the person behind the scenes."

Yuan Luo nodded, and Li Jieyu was fine. As an important **** placed by the East Sea King forces in the harem, someone will definitely contact her and follow the vine.

Lian Yanqiu bowed and said, "The minister will choose the right person from the Jinlin Division and pretend to be Li Jieyu."

"Is it time?" Yuan Luo asked. Sikongyan has already moved into the palace. If nothing happens, it is possible to contact Li Jieyu tonight. Pretending to be someone else is a complicated job, and people and leather masks also exist in this era. To make them successfully, complicated processes and time are required.

"It's better to go here in person." Yuan Luo smiled. She and Li Jieyu were born to look alike, and she was a ready substitute.

Lian Yanqiu was stunned.

***

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Jin Linsi, an expert in makeup, came over.

After a while, Yuan Luo looked at the face in the mirror, and it was no different from the Li Jieyu she saw last time.

The appearance of the two of them was almost alike, but Li Jieyu was disfigured, several scars intertwined, and Yuan Luo pretended to be even more vivid.

Lian Yanqiu had originally rejected this whimsical plan, dignified concubine, it was not worth taking a risk for this little thing. But Yuan Luo couldn't hold back her insistence, so she could only cooperate, and specially fetched a half-inch-long hook-shaped jade piece.

Yuan Luo was amazed at this gadget, looking at the watery gadget like an ornament, it turned out to be an ancient version of the voice changer. In the mouth, the sound can be changed by adjusting the angle.

After preparing, Yuan Luo put on the cloak and came to Yuxiu Palace.

Yuxiu Palace is located at the northernmost part of the palace. For many years, there have been no imperial concubines living in it. Li Jieyu moved to the east hall, which made it more popular.

Now that Li Jieyu died, the palace staff she served next to her were detained for questioning in the Department of Surgery yesterday. Only a few rough sweeping servants remained in the large palace.

When he arrived at the bedroom of the East Hall, Li Jieyu's body had been secretly taken by Lian Yanqiu. The sweep was clean, but Yuan Luo still felt a gloomy coolness as he walked in the hall.

She looked up at the sturdy beam, imagining that the white cloth hanging down here took a living life just more than an hour ago.

It is Yuan Luo's selfishness to insist on keeping Li Jieyu alive. Not only was it to catch the hidden line buried in the palace by the King of the East Sea, but also to prevent the Li Jieyu family from coming back in the future and he would be labeled as persecuting the noble lady again.

Regarding Li Jieyu's death, Yuan Luo even wanted to put the charge on the top of Sikongyan's head. ...Anyway, the corpse has already been sealed by Lian Yanqiu in an ice coffin, so he can take it out and use it.

For Sikongyan, even if he can't kill people, he should try to ruin his reputation as much as possible, and he needs to think carefully about how to do it.

Yuan Luo walked slowly, and the two little palace ladies in the middle imperial dining room brought dinner, and a female officer from Shouxian Palace came to pass on the message of Concubine Shu, preparing to hold a lantern and plum feast in Shouxian Palace at night. Please have fun with all the sisters in the harem.

Neither group recognized any difference between Li Jieyu. Concubine Shu's magistrate also said a few words to the amiable Empress Jieyu.

In the empty hall, Yuan Luo sat on a chair, feeling the silence around him. She likes this state quite a bit, and it's rare to get rid of the concubine's identity that makes her tense.

The night was heavy, Yuan Luo came out of the east hall and walked for a while along the winding corridor.

There is a large lake in front, and across the black lake, the light on the other side is faintly visible, which is beautiful. The plum blossom forest on the shore is in full bloom with snow, and countless colored lights hung on the trees, reflecting a large area of ​​the lake as if day. Far away, I could vaguely see countless figures walking among the carved beams and paintings.

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It was Concubine Zhuo Shu’s Shouxian Palace that was holding a lantern and plum feast.

Across half of the lake, one side is full of fire and flowers, while the other is boundless and cold and quiet.

Yuan Luo suddenly thought, if she wore this vest and went to see at the concubine Shu's banquet, how many of those concubines would recognize themselves?

It's a pity that I can only think about it. After entering the palace, Li Jieyu was extremely low-key. After being disfigured, he couldn't get out of the door. The palace banquet was rejected in the name of healing. I cannot collapse myself.

He sighed boredly, and was about to turn back to the hall.

Suddenly a low and gloomy tone came into her ears, and Yuan Luo pricked her ears.

The tone was intermittent, as if someone was crying, sorrowful and sad, listening carefully, but disappeared.

Yuan Luo's teeth were sour, and she shivered when she looked up at the dark and faint palace.

He is a firm materialist and can never believe in any monsters. But then again, this palace just died during the day...

In fact, several Jin Linsi masters followed, waiting for the dark line of East Sea King to appear. Yuan Luo suspected that they were lurking in the temple to get in the way, and sent everyone to guard on the big tree outside the palace.

I didn't think it during the day, but Yuan Luo really regretted his decision at night.

She lifted the skirt and walked back quickly along the corridor.

However, the more I went, the sound became clearer, and in the end it was almost close to my ears. It was dark all around, Yuan Luo almost screamed, turning a bend, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

There was a group of light shining in front of him. It was a small fire burning in the bushes east of the corridor. There was a person squatting next to him, his back facing this side.

Great, I finally saw a living person. It looked like a rough sweeping palace slave, warming up the fire.

At the same time that he saw the living person, the strange and eerie ghost cries stopped. Yuan Luo breathed a sigh of relief and lifted her foot down the corridor.

The figure with the back of Yuan Luo stiffened, but quickly relaxed and stood up.

Against the flames, vaguely distinguished was a delicate young man.

She greeted her, got close to the fire, and blew the cold wind for most of the day outside, and was devastated by the spirit of ghosts. Yuan Luo felt that she was cold from the inside out.

She stretched out her hands and gathered her head on the fire, feeling that her whole person was alive. He raised his head and greeted the person next to him, "Which palace are you from? Why do you make a fire here?"

It's a pity that the flame has become smaller after baking it twice. Yuan Luo quickly picked up the things in the small basket next to them and added them to the fire.

However, Yuan Luo paused before throwing a handful of things. What she had in her hand was not the dead leaves she had imagined, but a handful of yellow paper money!

Yuan Luo froze, she suddenly thought that the ghost calls that followed her before seemed to come from this direction.

At the same time, a dark shadow shrouded, and the palace man, who had been silent since just now, quietly walked to her side.

Moon Black Wind High Murder Night, after listening to ghost calls for a long time, when I was most vulnerable, you showed me this scene.

Yuan Luo watched horror movies in the last life. The most scared scene was the protagonist’s nine deaths. She finally found a glimmer of light, seeing a familiar person or a way out, and seeing that she was about to escape the danger, but in the next second there was a turning point...

The biting chill rushed up the back, like a snake. Yuan Luo finally couldn't bear it, and screamed: "Ghost..."

It's a pity that she just opened her mouth, and a hand suddenly covered her mouth.

Yuan Luo struggled violently, she wanted to call someone, and there were several masters lurking in the tree ahead.

But the hand that was blocking his mouth was like iron pliers, Yuan Luo opened her mouth and bit down.

A rusty smell came into the mouth, the smell of human blood, and strange electronic sounds came from the ears.

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Yuan Luo:? ? ?

She turned her head in disbelief and looked at the familiar face close at hand.

Gu Yizheng stared at her gloomily.

As the sunset fell, as the center of the empire, the hundreds of civil and military officials in the main hall had long since dispersed. Only the next line of guards stood loyally on the periphery.

Yuan Luo walked along the corridor to the front of the hall, and saw the figure kneeling in the east corner at a glance.

In the mid-winter weather, the cold wind was sizzling, and the fine snow was falling. He had been kneeling for a long time, and his shoulders were covered with fine snowflakes. The whole person seemed to have turned into a sculpture, blending with the white jade and snow on the ground. .

Looking down from above, the young man's figure was haggard and pitiful, like a little sparrow that was accidentally left behind in this cold winter day.

Such a posture, never imagined that a few years later, he would become the king of Jingbei who killed and decided to command the 200,000 frontier army.

Yuan Luo was in a complicated mood. She lifted the skirt and walked slowly down the white jade steps. Si Xi held an umbrella and walked behind her.

Gu Yi didn't feel cold anymore. When he knelt here at the beginning, he could still feel the biting cold wind, but maintaining a position for a long time made his knee blood flow impaired, and the whole person fell into a state of perplexity.

Even the passage of time loses its meaning. If it hadn't been for the pure inner breath of martial arts since childhood to protect the heart, ordinary people would have been frozen to death in such weather.

The only thought he had left was to continue kneeling, seeking a ray of life for the lives of the women and children in the family and the fame of his father and brother.

He is not reconciled, he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of death so silently, so stigma.

As he became more confused, there seemed to be a fragrant breeze coming, with warmth, Gu Yi raised his head reflexively, and then saw a red dress, so vivid and vibrant against the backdrop of the snow.

This scene is extremely beautiful.

His cold heart was touched, and then up again, he saw that face clearly, although he had only seen it once, it made him unforgettable.