She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

On the second night, the crow called a few times and then landed on the peach tree which was just beginning to show some green leaves.

Chu Hui simply lit a lamp in front of the table, closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, waiting quietly.

The knocks on the door were deliberately three times louder and three times softer.

Chu Hui opened her eyes.

Chen Lan came as expected.

He walked slowly to the door, took a look at the dark shadow reflected on the bright paper, and opened the door without hesitation.

Chen Lan, who was dressed in a servant's coarse linen shirt, looked around, separated Chu Hui with his arm, and walked quickly into the door.

This piece of clothing was the best that Chen Lan could find in this predicament. He had ambushed behind the wall and strangled a passing servant, and then stripped it from the dead body.

He hadn't taken care of himself for a month, and his beard had grown to his neck. He didn't know what he had used to draw his eyebrows, but they were deliberately made very thick. But they were not like the sword-like eyebrows of an ordinary man, but rather like paper dolls with eyes painted on them, which was indescribably weird.

"Close the door quickly." He said, and went to the eight-immortals table and poured himself a cup of tea. He drank it all, leaving some dark water stains on his clothes.

Chu Hui was unhappy and turned around and closed the door silently.

"I have done everything the military officer said. What do you think?" Chen Lan seemed to be very proud and satisfied with himself for sneaking into the military officer's residence which was heavily guarded. The corners of his mouth were raised evilly, and he looked like a smug villain.

Chu Hui held back and smiled politely, "Of course it's Master Chen's ability."

Having said that, what I was thinking in my heart was, if I hadn't specifically told Qin Shengguang to lighten up and watch in secret, do you think the soldiers in Kezhou Prefecture are all vegetarians?

Hengzhi may not care where the rebel leader escaped to or whether he was dead or alive. But for Chu Hui, this was a good opportunity to redeem himself for his crime.

When his collusion with Bei Tang was exposed, whether for Hengqi's face or Qingfang's face, Hengzhi and Princess Xuancheng finally unanimously suppressed the matter.

I wanted to stay in peace and quiet, maybe I would have a chance to see the light of day again after a few years. After all, from this incident, it can be seen that Hengzhi was loyal to the emperor on the surface, but in fact he was disobeying the emperor's orders and would not obey the emperor's orders when he was away.

If there was a chaotic time in the future and he was forced to start a rebellion or something, Chu Hui felt that he was not completely without a chance.

I have inherited most of my teacher's talent and knowledge, and I spent the first half of my life in depression. I can't waste any more time and bring disgrace to my teacher's reputation.

After all, this country is shaky and about to fall. Whoever you support will be the revenge of your enemies.

Now, Princess Xuancheng and himself were in the same predicament. If the two of them were truly in love, he really didn't believe that when Princess Wuyue married, Hengzhi would still be as stable as a rock without any disturbance.

Whether there will be a rebellion or not, and who will rebel, depends on how stupid the emperor in the palace is and how he treats the princess.

So Chu Hui returned to the city and immediately informed Qin Shengguang of the matter.

At this moment, when Chen Lan had let down all his defenses, he was afraid that the entire military mansion had been surrounded.

Chen Lan came over and patted Chu Hui on the shoulder. "Hey, what are you talking about? You are being too polite to me. I was just joking. Don't take it seriously. Come, sit down, and talk."

Then he familiarly invited Chu Hui to sit down, as if Chu Hui was the only guest.

All night long, Chu Hui listened to Chen Lan's grand plan and how he was trying to take over the whole world. At the same time, he was anxiously waiting for Qin Shengguang to break in and immediately send this bastard to the court jail.

But until dawn, Chen Lan even used a stack of paper and a plate of ink to sketch out the entire marching plan. His pen was so excited that it split into two parts, just like Chu Hui's precarious spirit. Qin Shengguang did not catch the turtle in the jar as expected.

Instead, it made it easy for him to escape from the military office.

When Chen Lan left, he only said that he was about to write a letter to Wang Xuan, the Marquis of Shu, to lobby him, and that he would visit him again at the same time next time when he needed his cooperation. After that, he left at dawn.

Chu Hui lay exhausted in the chair, unable to understand what Qin Shengguang was planning.
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It had been raining in the capital for several days and it had been gloomy ever since.

The humid climate was inevitably not conducive to things like carved corridors and painted pillars, so Ah'ao had a rare chance to rest for a few days. She stayed in the Buddhist temple and kowtowed sincerely every day before Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, praying for a long period of water and a fortune.

I have been gone for so long, and I don't know how the opening of the branch store in Pingzhou has turned out. I explained everything to Zhou's wife and Zheng Dajie before I left, and the flower and grass shopkeeper will discuss this matter with them in detail.

Pingzhou is currently in the midst of war, so it is a mixed blessing. The blessing is that if a branch store is really opened, it will inevitably make some money, but the worry is that Hengzhi is also involved, and there is no guarantee that some of his comrades will make some of the money.

Although we have been communicating non-stop recently, I see that his handwriting has become a little hurried and his characters are not as elegant as usual. I guess it's because things have come to the final stage and he is busy with other things.

Therefore, Ah'an took all these into consideration and did not ask him in the letter to go and see whether Shui Changdong was open or not, as she did not want to trouble him unduly.

It was probably because the temple was damp and old, and there was a severe spring cold some time ago. In addition, Ah-yi had been outdoors a lot recently, and often climbed up high to paint murals, so after sweating a lot, she was inevitably exposed to the wind. The cold that she had not recovered from in the winter came back again, and she was always coughing.

Sometimes I had a high fever at night, feeling sticky and sore all over. I would open the letter from home that Hengzhi had sent me from afar. There were only a few words on it, but I felt that the illness had been cured, and I would lie down on the bed and reply.

She would only ever write "An" and would never tell him too much about her unfortunate situation.

Just like Pingzhou, he always said he was safe. When I had never received a letter from home before, I didn't think it was very warm and affectionate.

Now I receive a letter every three to five days, rain or shine, and I finally realize the real benefits of having someone care about me.

I no longer feel like a trapped beast even though I'm in a cage.

Ah'ai felt that her body was being consumed and overdrawn day by day. She was afraid that the residual effect of the drugs she had been given was still there. She was also constantly busy and anxious, and she was afraid that a serious illness was approaching. She had to quickly understand all the things on hand.

Just as I was thinking about this, Xiao Jin pushed the door open and came in, looking hurried.

Ah-yi was halfway through practicing her calligraphy when she was startled, and the whole piece was ruined. She put down her pen, covered her lips and coughed a few times. Her thin spring clothes gathered on her back, and the protruding bones on her spine were clearly visible.

Xiao Jin was stunned for a moment, then walked over and patted her on the back, "You too, the weather is still chilly, why are you changing into light clothes so early?"

Speaking of this, Ah-yi could not help but get angry. She turned her body to the side and blocked her hand. "Don't come on, I have always been strong and healthy. Why have I been ill for more than half a year? Don't you know?"

Xiao Jin was so speechless that she began to remember the bad things she had done.

The conflicting herbs in Ah-yi's medicine were indeed made by her. They had just met at that time, and Ah-yi had always been rude to her. Moreover, Xiao Jin had always been arbitrary and would attack anyone she considered an enemy without mercy. Although she had a different attitude towards acquaintances, she hated Ah-yi for being able to live in Changsheng Palace, so she naturally did something wrong.

Xiao Jin twisted her hands, feeling really embarrassed, "I... I was confused for a moment, I didn't mean to kill you, I was really wrong." After secretly glancing at Ah's expression, she lowered her voice, "Don't be angry."

strange.

Although I explained the pros and cons to her last time and I have some leverage over her, Jin Niuniu is not someone who apologizes easily.

She indirectly caused the death of Concubine Xu, and until today she has never said a word of guilt for causing her trouble. As for herself, how could she easily say such a wrong thing?

wrong.

Ah's brows were tightly furrowed, her face was slightly pale, and her expression was solemn. She was truly a cold beauty.

"What do you want from me?" Ah'ao asked bluntly, examining Xiao Jin who was standing in front of her.

It turns out that it can’t be hidden.

From her deliberate concern when she entered the door to her soft apology just now, her guilty conscience was revealed step by step.

"You can see it."

Xiao Jin lowered her head and remained silent for a long time, and A'ao ignored her.

Until she spoke herself, "Do you remember what you said to me last time?"

A'ao looked up at her, tapped her fingers on the table twice, and slowly squeezed out "hmm" from her throat.

The last time was just half a month ago.

Just when Xiao Jin was bored again, she placed tables, chairs and snacks in the open space in front of Chong'an Hall. She ate and drank leisurely while watching A'ao climbing up a tall ladder to draw patterns, chattering non-stop.

"You don't know, a few days ago, while His Majesty was away, my family sent someone to ask me about my offspring." At this point, even the apricot cake didn't smell good anymore. "Is this something I can accomplish with just a little effort? I drink pregnancy pills and practice Eight-Section Brocade every day. I don't even touch anything that the imperial physician forbids me to eat, and I don't drink a drop of alcohol."

A'ao listened to the complaints coming from behind her and stopped writing.

"I even went to the palace every few days recently, and stayed overnight under the pretext of sending food and soup because I missed him. When I first entered the palace, my father told me to get pregnant as soon as possible, but I really have no choice!" She was so worried that her face fell, and she began to think about the side, "If not, should I go find a fortune teller? Ask him to prescribe a folk remedy for me?"

Xiao Jin had doubted more than once whether it was the problem of His Majesty. After all, there were so many women in the palace, but none of them had been able to give birth to a child for such a long time. In the past, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau said that the time for giving birth to a dragon heir had not yet arrived, but His Majesty was about to reach the age of forty, so when would this opportunity come?

She didn't dare to express her doubts, so she could only endure the anger from both sides and bear it again and again.

Ah'ao has just researched the secret that has troubled her for nearly a year. Although she still doesn't know who did it and why, the reason why she has been infertile for a long time has really given her some advice.

"Come closer." She was too lazy to move as she sat on the ladder, so she directed Xiao Jin to come over. "At this point, as long as you can give birth to a child and inherit the Shen family's incense, there will be a successor to the throne, and you can ascend to the throne, or even become the queen mother."

Ah-yi tempted her, "So, if you get pregnant, won't your urgent need be solved soon?"

Xiao Jin was stunned, "You mean..."

Ah-yi smiled, brighter than the newly sprouted buds of the winter jasmine on the branches, "I didn't say anything."

Half a month later, Xiao Jin stood in front of her again with a serious look on her face, and did as she was told without any doubt.

"I tried, and there's nothing wrong with me, but you have to be responsible for me."

A’ao:?
(End of this chapter)