The Regent's Sweetheart

Chapter 82
"That's all? Is there any more?" She looked at Xuemei.

Xuemei licked her dry lips, and continued: "Afterwards, it seems that King An was taken back to the building, bound hands and feet and hung above the archway in Yujie in the middle of the night, only to be seen by a watchman." saved."

Speaking of this, Xuemei pursed her lips in embarrassment, as if she had something difficult to say, but she continued: "There are words on Wang An's thighs, it's a doggerel, about Wang An visiting a brothel If you don't touch women, you're not cleaning yourselves, you're going to a brothel to be a young lady."

Xuemei was already putting it mildly, after all, most of the folk doggerel is unbearably filthy.

"What else?" She had never heard of it before!
This is no longer an unusual thing. She remembered that Dali Temple took over this matter at the time, but such a thing was rarely known, and she was afraid of losing the face of the royal family when she thought about it.

At the same time, she was even more surprised, where did Xuemei find out about such a thing?
When she asked, Xuemei only said that King An was out of the street today, and she found out about it after listening to some beggars on the street talking about it.

Although there is no curfew in the middle of the night, there are not many people there. Presumably the only ones who know about it are the watchman who works the watch, and a few ordinary people who happen to see it by accident.

Among them beggars are the most likely to be seen.

This made her even more convinced that King An had been murdered, and someone who could act like this must not be underestimated.

"Then what about the oiran from back then?" She suddenly asked.

Xuemei was stunned, shook her head and said: "This servant didn't ask, why don't you go out and ask?"

She rubbed her throbbing temples, and shook her head gently: "Forget it, it's snowing outside today, let's talk about it tomorrow, you go out so often, it's inevitable that people will be suspicious."

I'm afraid it won't work if I have to do something today, and it won't be too late for her to go out tomorrow.

Then he said: "You can continue to practice calligraphy first, by the way, call Dongqing in, and tell them not to sweep the snow in the yard by the way, just leave a way in and out."

After that, he remembered Eleven who was still standing at the door. It was snowing heavily, and it was not good to stand outside to catch the snow, but he couldn’t let the outsider into the inner room, so he said: “Let Eleven go to the eaves to watch the snow. Just do it, bring him a pot of charcoal fire outside."

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The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it hasn't stopped until Shenshi. It is said that the auspicious snow is a sign of a good year, and it seems that next year will be a bumper year.

Lin Jiaojiao was tired of guarding the two girls, so she went out of the house and came to the courtyard.

Seeing her walking down the eaves, Xiaoyun hurriedly opened an umbrella and followed her.

The snow balls hang on the seemingly dry pear trees in front of the court, and the clusters are close together, as if they are hitting spring.

She stepped on the snow with one foot. The snow was thick and soft. As soon as she stepped on it, the snow on both sides submerged her feet, and even the hem of her skirt was covered in the snow.

Every step she took, there was a creaking sound, which was crisp and sweet, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Your Majesty! It's very cold in the snow." Xiao Yun reminded her.

She waved her hand to signal Xiaoyun not to follow her anymore, and she lifted the hem of her skirt, leaving a string of footprints in the covered yard.

Even every hole left is small and exquisite.

Xiao Yun looked worried, only Dong Xue and Qin Zhi watched the excitement under the eaves with smiles on their faces.

Qingtao stood on the other side, frowned and entered the room.

After walking around, Lin Jiaojiao returned to the road left behind. In fact, she really likes to walk in the snow, and then listen to the sound of snow being trampled under her feet.

Every year in the past, she waited for the snow to cover a thick layer, and then went in to step on it, and waited for the snow to cover the previous footprints before continuing.

Week after week, never tired of it.

"Your Majesty, come into the house!" Seeing that her shoes were getting wet, Xiao Yun became even more worried.

Probably she brought Xiaoyun back from Zhao Shuang'er, so Xiaoyun was very dedicated to her.

As soon as she entered the house, Xuemei didn't practice her calligraphy anymore, and she didn't even have pen and ink, while Dongqing was also standing on the side in a dignified manner.

It turned out that Qingtao was in the house.

As soon as she sat down, Qingtao took off her shoes and socks, and then took a warm handkerchief to cover her feet.

Her feet, which were so cold that she couldn't feel them, quickly returned to comfort.

Qingtao is careful in doing things.

Afterwards, she left Xiaoyun alone in the room, and shunned the others.

(End of this chapter)