The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 137 Xiao Shenzi, Ben Gong is gone (one more)
After knowing that Jiang Feixue was crazy, Ye Wanwan stopped paying attention to the palace. She paid too much attention and was noticed by Zhao Yi, which was not good for her.

Moreover, Jiang Feixue didn't need her to stare at. Concubine Li was reset, and Jiang Feixue hated the most.

The grievances of being banned for half a year, the hatred that her son almost died, how could she spare Jiang Feixue?
Even with the protection of the Queen Mother, Jiang Feixue could only pretend to be mad, otherwise it was not just Concubine Li who troubled her, but Leng Yunqing was the first to let her go. After all, Leng Yunqing was the first victim, and she almost died. The kind of two lives.

She can still hide under the protection of the Queen Mother by pretending to be crazy now. Once she is not crazy, these two can cut a layer of skin on her on the spot.

Killing Jiang Feixue was a momentary pleasure, but he had to endure hatred and threats from the Jiang family and the Queen Mother. It would be better to let Jiang Feixue go mad and be in a state of panic, and life would be better than death.

I wonder how Jiang Feixue feels about this taste?When she was domineering in the palace, jumping around and hurting people, did she think of today?

It has been less than a year since he entered the palace. This year has done countless feats and caused a lot of harm, but this person has done a lot of evil, and the retribution is very fast.

The weather is getting warmer, and the sun is just right today, which is the right time to see old friends.

On both sides of the river bank, there are green shades and fine willows. Ye Shaoyang looks unreliable, but it is a good choice to choose a cemetery for burying people.

There was only a small mound, not even a tombstone. It was said that when he found it, only the broken skeleton and some clothing were left. He didn't dare to leave more, so he asked someone to find a thin coffin and quickly nail it.

In memory, the most reassuring shadow behind him is the pile of loess in front of him before he really understands it.

Ye Wanwan stood in front of her for a long time, with thousands of thoughts in her mind, she finally sighed: "Dig it!"

Dig a deep pit in front of the tomb, put the box containing the purse down, then cover it with soil, and plant a few Yeyoutans around the cemetery. This is the only thing Ye Wanwan can do for him.

After doing everything, poured a jar of wine, burned a pot of paper money, and watched the fire burn out, Ye Wanwan turned around: "Little Shenzi, Ben Gong is gone."

There are only those people left and right, and in the future, she will definitely take his revenge together.
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Ye Wanwan didn't leave in a hurry, but walked along the river bank. She didn't know how long she had walked. Suddenly she heard the sound of Xiao flute coming from the front, and there were many cheers, which seemed to be very lively.

Walking around a osmanthus forest, I saw a wind and rain pavilion full of people, all of whom were dressed as civilians. There were three or forty people inside and outside the pavilion. .

Some people play the flute to accompany music, some people splash ink and brush, and some people recite poetry with wine.

Surrounded by fine willows and safflower, spring breeze, Guiyan.

They are here to enjoy the scenery of spring, and at a glance, are they not the people in the scene?At least half of these literati and writers will enter the dynasty as officials in the future, and will soon become the mainstay of Daliang's future.

That Xiao flute ensemble, the voice is fiery and flamboyant, unique to the young man's bookish spirit, the music is clear, and it is refreshing to hear.

However, those ministers in the imperial court hardly touched the piano and music. First, their minds were full of energy, and they were not so relaxed. Second, their hearts were too cloudy and they couldn't play tunes.

And she wasn't going anywhere.

Su hand plucked strings, do not know the meaning of the piano.

Ye Wanwan raised her hand and brushed away the willow leaves in front of her. She turned around and wanted to leave. She didn't want someone on the other side to notice her and ran over in a hurry: "Miss, stay here!"

Ye Wanwan stopped and turned her head.

The visitor looked about 20 years old, dressed in blue and white cloth, with no decorations except for a simple purse around the waist, and only a ribbon of the same color on his head to tie his hair.

With a handsome appearance and two freckles on his face, he is not a handsome man, but he is also pleasing to the eye, especially those eyes, which are transparent.

"Girl, when Xiaosheng sees the girl stopping to listen to the music, she must be someone who is familiar with music theory. All of us are from a poor family and have limited learning. I wonder what the girl has in mind?"

Ye Wanwan thought it was funny: "Do you want to hear my opinion, or do you want to strike up a conversation while watching the girl's family?"

The straightforward words made the scholar blushed at once: "Xiaosheng is abrupt, please don't blame the girl."

Ye Wanwan glanced behind him, and those people all looked over, but they didn't come to disturb him as they were watching a good show.

"Where are you from?"

The scholar straightened his mind and his posture: "Xiaosheng Yin Xuan, a native of Wenze's house, behind him are his fellow villagers and scholars from all over the world. They will meet by fate and will go out for an outing together in this early spring."

After Yin Xuan finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Wanwan's clothes, the same white clothes, the clothes he wore today were the best of all clothes, and the rest had been washed to pale white, and Ye Wanwan's white clothes were shiny. At first glance, it was a fabric that was too expensive for them to buy.

Obviously a wealthy lady, she immediately became cautious: "If the girl doesn't dislike it, you can come and sit down."

Ye Wanwan shook her head, she couldn't see it, if it wasn't for his shy and reserved appearance, she would have thought he had ulterior motives.

"I'm a girl, you guys, can I still have a reputation?"

"Ah?" Yin Xuan suddenly realized, and the whole person was even more embarrassed.

Ye Wanwan laughed: "Well, I won't tease you, even if you meet, it's fate, go get a piano."

Yin Xuan reacted very quickly this time, and hurried to get the qin, but the qin didn't belong to him, so he had to bend over to ask for it, and finally brought the qin over.

The Lingque behind Ye Wanwan took a step forward and took the qin, took out the handkerchief and wiped it before handing it to Ye Wanwan.

There was a stone table next to it, Ye Wanwan put the qin on the table, wiped her hands, relaxed for a moment, and slowly lowered her fingertips.

The strings are undulating, the mountains and rivers are gurgling, like the mountains and rivers, the gurgling streams, the stormy waves and the turbulent torrents.

Ye Wanwan's piano skills depend on her mood, and she gave this song to Yan Chen.

The mountains are high and the rivers are long, so don't pass it.

The sound of the piano drifted away, and everyone in the wind and rain pavilion looked over. Many people came towards this side, and Ling Que stopped Ye Wanwan three steps away, not allowing anyone to approach.

After playing the song, a group of people praised her in amazement. Before they could praise, Ye Wanwan stood up, bowed slightly, and left gracefully with a sparrow.

A well-dressed and romantic-looking scholar asked Yin Xuan, "Which girl is this?"

Yin Xuan scratched his head: "I didn't ask."

That person was so popular that he slapped Yin Xuan on the head: "You are stupid!"

After that, he hurriedly chased forward, thinking about inquiring about Fang's name, but before they ran far, two guards blocked their way with swords: "Stay!"

A group of people were shocked. At first glance, the guard looked good in martial arts. He was accompanied by maids and guards in the dark. This was not just a girl from a big family, but also a high official, even a royal family.

"Quickly. Yin Xuan, you have seen what that girl looks like, right? Draw it quickly."

Yin Xuan was stunned: "She's wearing a veil."

"You can also draw."

Yin Xuan hesitated: "Isn't it bad to paint people's portraits without authorization?"

"There's something you can't paint, so you can find someone by painting it first."

Find someone?What if such a noble girl was found?It's hard to see them in these commoners.

At first glance, the girl was very smart, did they think she was the daughter of the daughter who they were just trying to trick?

Although he didn't agree, Yin Xuan still started writing. He didn't dare to have wishful thinking, but if he could know the name, it would be enough.

(End of this chapter)