Royal Palace

Yanfu Palace, Haoqiu Pavilion, and Wocan Pavilion.

Bead curtains were hung at all four corners of the pavilion, and the pearls were all the same as their thumbs, round and shining. The breeze blew and swayed slightly, making people's eyes shine.

Two little palace maids in green dresses came in quietly, put in an incense burner on the stone table, and lit honey incense.

This fragrance is a popular fragrance in the palace recently, exuding a fresh and natural sweet tangerine fragrance, with a faint smell. It has been used on clothes for a long time. Because it is made of Qi Nan agarwood as the base material, the materials are quite expensive. It is said to be popular in the palace, but it is just a few favorite concubines such as Zhang Meiren, and several princesses.

"The aromatherapy will be almost collected in a quarter of an hour. Our third princess doesn't like too strong smells."

The nanny standing next to him whispered a few words, and the two little palace maids quickly answered.

The nanny checked the cushion, the fruit and snacks on the table, the strange stone ornaments placed next to it, and even the beads on the bead curtain were symmetrical and uneven in size. She checked whether it was smooth or not, then she nodded.

"The third princess has already rested. Maybe she is coming here later. Don't make a noise. It has disturbed the princess. It looks good to you."

The nanny said it was an understatement, but the two palace maids were so scared that their faces turned pale, and they didn't even dare to say that.

When the nanny walked far away, the two little palace maids finally breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly took out a veil and wiped the sweat, and then helped each other apply some ointment.

The empresses in the palace are so clean and cannot smell the odor. They have to work every day and sweat at any time. When sweating, they will inevitably have a good smell. Although people in the world think that beauty sweats and sweating is fragrant, they cannot take this seriously.

In order to facilitate work, the palace people naturally need to use some methods.

The two little palace maids used scented the time while calculating the time, and carefully guarded the incense burner. The fragrance swayed and came with the wind.

A gust of wind blew, and the heat of the sun seemed to dissipate a little, and both of them couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

"Sister Kou, I want to ask..."

"Don't ask."

As soon as the younger palace maid Yunxiang spoke, Kou Yuzhu next to her blocked her back.

Yunxiang was stunned and immediately turned pale.

Kou Yuzhu sighed. She knew what Yunxiang wanted to ask. A few days ago, Yunxiang's little sister Yugui happened to be the turn to clean the third princess' bedroom, but she never returned. Later, there was news that Yugui asked for grace from the third princess and went out of the palace to get married.

This matter spread and many little palace maids envied and said that the third princess was kind-hearted. Yunxiang was confused and really didn't understand. Her good sisters were different. She said it and left the palace. A few days ago, the two were clearly discussing that they wanted to save more money and wanted to find Madam Xu to become a disciple and learn some skills in needlework. In the future, she could also find a good life after leaving the palace.

Yunxiang and Yugui were sold by their families, and they were sold to the palace. They had no worries outside and had never thought about going out.

Kou Yuzhu looked at Yunxiang in a complicated mood.

People outside don’t know, but they are the palace ladies who have been in Yanfu Palace for a long time. Any palace ladies who violate the rules will be dragged away and no trace will be seen. The news cannot be heard from the little palace ladies outside. What they hear must be news of peace in the world.

Kou Yuzhu himself was impossible, but his eyes turned around and lowered his voice to persuade Yunxiang, saying, "Actually, it's good to leave the palace. If you have the chance in the future, find a way out of the palace."

"If you don't help, why bother to stay in these places? The location of the imperial kitchen is not very good? You can learn some skills. Our palace maids will always leave the palace one day in the future, and the days outside the palace will not be easy. If you have a craft, you can always get a bite of food."

While speaking, Kou Yuzhu's ears and lips moved, and he looked slightly, and saw a palace maid holding an umbrella and sending the third princess over.

She quickly pulled Yunxiang, and the two of them gently put away the aromatherapy and quickly retreated.

The third princess has been studying and drinking tea at Wocan Pavilion these days. She never has to serve her and does not leave anyone beside her. All the palace people should avoid it.

Zhao Chang raised his eyes and looked at the sky. He did not see the two treacherous little palace maids. He slightly curled the corners of his lower lips, spread the book in his hand and placed it on his knees, reached out to take the teacup and taste it.

She actually doesn't like drinking tea. No matter how fragrant the tea soup is, it is too turbid and irritating to her.

Zhao Chang has used foods very finely since she was a snack. Perhaps it was because of this that her stomach was not good. Every time she saw an imperial doctor, the imperial doctor just prescribed some stagnant for her. After taking it, it would not cure the disease, but it would not cure the disease.

Madam Song always felt that it was all kinds of reasons. Sometimes she felt so uncomfortable that she could not control her temper occasionally and did something against her gentle and generous personality.

If someone is offended by her and makes her angry, Madam Song will only feel more sorry for her.

Zhao Chang smiled and his eyes were very cold.

Just like many people who lose their temper will throw bottles and jars at random, she loses her temper and kills people. What is the difference between her and those who smash bottles and jars?

Madam Song thought so.

She thought so too.

In terms of value, these palace ladies in the palace are not as good as those bottles and jars, and they are cheap and tight.

Zhao Chang smiled, then lowered his head to look at the pages on his knees, his eyes getting colder.

"Kaifeng Detective Notes" is printed quite exquisitely. It is a heavy book with clear handwriting, so the person who printed it obviously took some thought.

Zhao Chang read the "Gain of the Magpie' again carefully, and suddenly laughed: "So that's it, it turns out - I did take a wrong step."

When others read this book, they only went to see the murderer's ruthlessness and insidiousness, but she was the murderer's decisiveness.

Alas, cat playing with mice is a good game. Eating mice is the best choice for cats.

Unfortunately, when she understood, the mouse was covered in a layer of tiger skin, and things were difficult to deal with.

Zhao Chang knew that this book had been circulating in the capital for a long time.

"Although this reality is not in the book, and things are much more difficult to handle and will not be as smooth as in the book, I was indeed wrong."

When did Zhao Chang know her life experience? In fact, she even forgot about it. She only remembered that when she heard Madam Song talk about this in front of the Buddha that day, she suddenly realized it.

Ah, so that's it.

That night she asked Madam Song if she could tell her what methods are there to kill people in the palace?

Madam Song thought she was afraid, so she comforted her for a long time, and also said a lot to her, saying that she would protect her, and told her how to prevent those invisible means of killing people.

Zhao Chang heard it for a while and was really scared.

It turned out that a child wanted to live in the palace so hard? She thought about it and did not kill Madam Song. Madam Song was a good person and has protected her well over the years.

Later she grew up like this.

Zhao Chang touched the book cover and gently threw the book into the charcoal basin with a cold expression.
Chapter completed!