People were chatting, but Yang Xianrong just listened and frowned.
"Girl, please go back as soon as you finish your work." Cui Xi said softly, "Or, let Master Zhang go and inquire about the situation in advance?"
"If something really happened, Sima Lun would tell me." Yang Xianrong ate two steamed buns and began to concentrate on drinking the ball soup.
"Third sister, don't worry." Liu Yao comforted her dryly, not knowing how to continue.
A few people at the next table were still chatting, but it was all about sesame seeds and rotten millet.
Seeing that everyone was almost done eating, Yang Xianrong asked the proprietress to wrap up her remaining eight buns. Holding them in her hands, she left the small restaurant and went to Sima Ying's palace.
The military guard at the door naturally knew her, so he immediately opened the door and welcomed her in respectfully. After receiving the news, Zhao Zhuo ran out quickly and saluted hurriedly, "Empress."
"Hey, how is your prince?" Yang Xianrong walked straight inside without stopping.
Sima Ying's palace is quite large. The previous decorations with lanterns and colorful decorations have been removed, and now only the slightly monotonous palace buildings remain. He didn't like flowers and plants, so there was nothing in the courtyard. It looked a bit desolate in the snow.
"I ate three steamed buns and was sitting in the room reading a book." Zhao Zhuo flattened his mouth and said, "What you want to say, after I finished speaking to the prince, he immediately came out to eat."
"Hehe." Yang Xianrong laughed and looked at Liu Yao, "Brother Liu, were you full just now? Now let the prince cook us something delicious."
"...Okay, I can still eat." Liu Yao paused and asked in a low voice, "What did you do again?"
"I'll talk about it later." Yang Xianrong quickly walked into Sima Ying's main room and saw that although his face was still pale, at least he was not listless. When he looked up at Yang Xianrong, there was less alienation in his eyes and more of a desire for knowledge.
"Queen, am I really haunted by a ghost? An evil ghost? Why? Do you know General Hua's curse?"
"Oh, tell me slowly." Yang Xianrong handed over the eight buns in his hand, "It's still hot. Eat it. This is what we ate just now. Oh, I want to use these eight buns, right? , there were three steamed buns before, so there are eleven steamed buns in exchange for your eleven feasts, can you?"
"……condition?"
"The only condition is that I help you get rid of your reputation as a wife-suppressant, so that you can marry a wife in a down-to-earth manner."
"If it's really possible, one hundred and ten meals is fine." Sima Ying was quite serious.
"Okay, it's a deal." Yang Xianrong stretched out his hand, "It's a high-five."
Sima Ying looked at Yang Xianrong's white and tender hands and suddenly felt a little dizzy. When he was at Qingyangpo, he took this little hand and ran down the mountain. At that moment, something strange happened in his heart. Now, at this moment, she was smiling and wanting to high-five him. She was so frank and serious, but it seemed that he might have thought too much.
"Okay." He also stretched out his hand and struck her.
"By the way, you know that all the He family were killed this morning...only He Jiunian, his mother Xianniang and Huizhu were left..."
"I heard about it." Sima Ying's message system was still extremely fast, "It is said that He Hanyu and Sima Jiong colluded..."
"I don't know the inside story, but I just used your matter as an excuse... Of course, I can't control this matter. What I just want to say is, He Jiuzhi, that concubine of yours... the bride must not be very happy. , because her family has already prepared it, no matter who she marries, she will not be happy...oh, she will not be happy to death...Hey, I won't explain this."
Seeing that Yang Xianrong was a little embarrassed, Sima Ying smiled bitterly and said, "I understand, she has been specially trained since she was a child, and it doesn't matter who she marries."
"Yes, yes, that's what I mean." Yang Xianrong nodded quickly, "So, her death is the biggest doubt. But how she died, who did it, and whether anyone saw it, these questions still need to be answered Let’s check again. I also asked Sun E this morning, and she also said that Sun Xiaohe doesn’t have any health problems. Although she is very happy to marry you, she is not overly happy. So, I would like to ask you something. Something happened, because you were the only one who opened the sedan curtain. What did you see? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
These few sentences are a bit coaxing to children.
Sima Ying's eyes became solemn, and she thought about it carefully before saying: "Actually, before I opened it, I felt that it was too quiet behind the curtain... Oh, that's not right. All the brides I married in the past few years are dead. When one opened the curtain, all he saw were corpses... So, before I opened the curtain yesterday, I did think of what happened before and hesitated..."
"Well, that's understandable. Just this time, do you have any special feeling, or what's different about you?"
"They are all quite fragrant." Sima Ying thought hard again, "There is a scent when you open the curtain, but generally brides are very fragrant... However, when the Queen is on top of Feng Luan, it seems that It’s not that fragrant…”
Hey, why did you mention her? Yang Xianrong was stunned for a moment, "I'm not used to fragrant powder, so I rarely use it. That day Cuixi also offered to sprinkle some on me, but I refused. So, the bride is fragrant, so there's nothing special about it, right?" "
"Generally, they use the scent of jasmine, osmanthus or lotus. The noble ladies here in Luoyang mostly use the scent of osmanthus. It is fragrant and smells very good." Cuixi immediately added, "The day of the Queen's wedding. Today, the maid only used a little jasmine powder, and you can only smell it if you get close."
"No, that aroma is not these, it is another kind of aroma, very rich, even... now that I think about it, there is still some fishy smell." Sima Ying sniffed, "The smell is fishy, but it is very light."
"That may be because she is dead." Yang Xianrong pondered for a moment, "Do the two of them have the same scent?"
"Same!" Sima Ying replied immediately, "I don't like flowers and plants, and I don't like scents. Although I can't accurately distinguish the smell, when the two people opened the curtain, there was a scent."
"Is there anything else special?"
"Although it is a very rushed wedding, the rules are similar. The only difference is that the wife wears a skirt and the concubine wears trousers, but after covering up the extravagance, it cannot be seen."
"What were the expressions of the two brides?" Liu Yao suddenly asked, "I heard that when they were discovered, the brides' faces were very ferocious, showing pain. So, what was it like? Opening their mouths? Staring. Eyes? Mouth and nose crooked?"
