Because he set up a bureau at the Beijun Mansion last night, he didn't sleep a wink all night.
During the day, due to the drowning of Concubine Li, many things in the palace needed to be approved by the phoenix seal of Yang Xianrong. Therefore, she has been insisting on handling various matters.
It wasn't until bedtime that news came that after a post-mortem examination, Li Fei was believed to have drowned and there were no other abnormalities.
Sima Ying stood at the door of Tianyuan Hall, hesitated for a moment, but still did not go in, and just let Zhang Liangxue pass on her words.
The evening before yesterday, Qin Chaoge asked him to go to the Beijun Mansion quickly, and Master Mao asked him to talk.
When they arrived, they found that Yang Xianrong was sitting in the back hall, watching Liu Yao play an extremely delicate shakuhachi. The sound was gentle and smooth, and had a breathtaking sound.
He was still surprised by Liu Yao's shakuhachi sound, but when he saw Yang Xianrong, he shook his head, "Brother Liu, I don't want something so beautiful. I want something with a vibrato that can match the tone of my voice."
"For example?" Liu Yao put down the shakuhachi.
"I'm the one who said: How can you treat me like this? Then your syllables must fall at the end of my last word, and you must be able to make a vibrato ah ah ah ah~~"
Yang Xianrong looks very cute, and the mouth shape of the last sound also makes people smile.
Liu Yao thought about it seriously, then picked up the shakuhachi again and blew it gently.
Yang Xianrong said resentfully again: "How could you treat me like this~"
The last syllables were all together, and the sound of Shakuhachi added a bit of resentment, which made him, a big man, tremble all over.
Mao Hongbin saw Sima Ying coming in and quickly stood up to greet her.
"Your Majesty."
"No need to be polite, what are you doing?" Sima Ying asked.
"The prince is here." Yang Xianrong smiled softly, "I know that the prince is good at painting, so I asked the prince to paint a picture, so be quick."
After knowing Yang Xianrongding's plan, Sima Ying was still very disdainful and didn't even want to cooperate. But after looking at her black and white and slightly pleading eyes, he didn't know why he agreed. He also agreed to pull a silk thread on the painting, and he jumped on the beam of the large cell to manipulate the painting. …
Now that the case has been solved, everyone has confessed.
It was only when he looked down at the dust that he was covered in that he was shocked to realize that he must have gone crazy to do such a thing.
However, when he saw Yang Xianrong questioning Lei Dayong with a straight face, he felt that he was doing the right thing.
So, what now?
Concubine Li drowned, and as a queen, she must participate in the matter.
But what can I do to help?
He stood at the door for a short while, planning to wait for Yang Xianrong to reply.
Unexpectedly, he saw her running out in a panic, followed by the palace servants and servants of Tianyuan Palace.
"Your Majesty." Yang Xianrong was stunned for a moment when he saw Sima Ying standing at the gate of the palace, but he did not stop and ran straight forward. He just shouted to him: "The willow trees by Yingliu Lake are on fire. Go quickly and find more people to put out the fire."
"..." Sima Ying suspected that she had seen it wrong. This was not Yang Xianrong.
The nimble and running look is like the little girl next door, hurried and purring, very cute.
Chen Dali, his personal attendant, was also stunned for a moment, and then asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I'm going to call someone."
"Yes." Sima Ying frowned, "Tell the Imperial Army to continue the strict curfew and not allow anyone to enter or leave the palace."
"Yes." Chen Dali disappeared into the darkness very quickly.
Sima Ying sighed for no reason, and then quickly followed Yang Xianrong, heading towards Yingliu Lake.
Yang Xianrong ran in a hurry without carrying a lantern.
Although there were lights in the palace in the dark night, the fragrance seemed dim in the long passages.
Sima Ying followed quickly with a lantern in hand, "Don't be anxious, be careful of falling."
"Oh." Yang Xianrong also slowed down and wrapped himself in his jacket, "There was nothing unusual about Concubine Li's death?"
"Yes, it was just drowning. There were no external injuries and no signs of struggle." Sima Ying followed her steps and walked forward. "Her maid said that she would go to Yingliu Lake to practice shakuhachi in the past few days. She said she wanted to I practiced alone without letting my maid follow me.”
"Why is this? It's so dark, it would be great to have someone following you, it will also embolden your courage." Yang Xianrong was a little surprised, "She is a concubine, so there should be someone around her all the time."
"Perhaps she is afraid that others will learn her song?" Sima Ying guessed casually.
"What's there to be afraid of others learning? It's just a matter of skill. Look at Brother Liu, you can understand what I want by just saying a few words. This is the real master of shakuhachi."
"How did you come up with the idea of pretending to be a ghost to force Lei Dayong and the others to find out the truth?" Sima Ying still asked.
"Hey, if you don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. If he really did it, he is naturally afraid that his wife will find him. If he didn't do it, and his wife can come back to him, he should be very happy. .”
"Will it?" Sima Ying asked again.
"Isn't it supposed to be like this between husband and wife?" Yang Xianrong paused, "People who love each other will not be afraid even if one of them turns into a ghost, right?"
"Haha, then the prerequisite should really be to fall in love." Sima Ying chuckled, "The Queen is still young."
"Your Majesty, don't do this. If your Majesty can meet someone who truly loves each other in the future, he will understand." This time, Yang Xianrong was quite serious.
"This king is destined..."
Sima Ying was about to say something else, but Yang Xianrong stopped him directly, "Your Majesty, those are just coincidences, and they are not your fault. Why do you take it upon yourself? If you live seriously and treat everyone well, Everything will change. Do you believe in changing your life?"
"How to change it?" Sima Ying asked.
"Be kind to yourself and live every day well." Yang Xianrong put on a mysterious look, "If you wear an osmanthus sachet with you, you will have good luck. My grandmother said it."
"oh?"
"Hey, believe me, believe me." Yang Xianrong took out a brand new sachet from his arms, "Okay, I'll give this to you first. My mother just made it."
"Queen, this is against the rules."
"Why are you here again? This palace gave it to you." Yang Xianrong wrapped the jacket around him again, "My mother made several of them, and I will also give them to Master Mao, Brother Liu and others later. "
"...Thank you very much, Queen." Sima Ying did not refuse anymore and quickly took it.
The smell is indeed fragrant and fragrant, and it actually brings a sense of warmth and stability in the cold night.
"Ahhhhhhh, Jiafu Palace is on fire! Go and put out the fire!"
There were footsteps and someone shouted.
"Concubine Li's Jiafu Palace?" Yang Xianrong stopped.
"Yes." Sima Ying also stopped and looked toward the southwest. Sure enough, there was faint black smoke rising over there.
(End of chapter)
