The punishment of the female imperial court

"Master Yu, is she okay? I'm sorry, it's all my fault"

Bo Yi finally sighed: "After all, he is a serious official of the Eight Classics and the Fourth Rank, so let's put him back first. We will make a decision after Master Yu wakes up."

After saying that, he left the two of them and returned to the house.

Then I saw the pale Yu Qiansi covered with cold sweat, frowning in a dream, as if whispering in pain.

"Father! Don't go. Don't go!"

"Jade Qiansi?"

The woman on the couch seemed to be wrapped in a nightmare, and her red dress and jade face seemed to be a group of flawless jade tightly surrounded by flowers.

In Meiyu's dream, there is still that eternal circular attic.

She woke up from the secret compartment countless times, lingered in the house, and then slipped down to the bottom of the well along with the secret passage.

Repeatedly, but never tired of it.

This place is like a place forgotten by the gods, there is no time, only endless nightmares.

The charred corpse, Buddhist beads, ashes, purple talisman, and that drop of bright red blood.

She was struggling in the dream, trying to break free, but she couldn't let go.

Just want to take one more look, one more look.

But the strange thing is, she doesn't feel tired either, she seems to have unlimited energy, ups and downs with the illusion.

Suddenly, a bird song seemed to tear through the dark room, and the top of her head was suddenly pale.

Everything around finally turned into a gray sky, like a mixture of snow and ashes.

The sound of birds chirping became more and more clear.

The noise made her have a splitting headache.

Couldn't help muttering: "It's so noisy."

Standing in front of the window, Boyi, who was feeding the birds, suddenly got a jolt and hurried back to the front.

The whisper was like the wind whispering, with a little hoarseness.

Seeing the woman in front of him frowning, she finally opened her eyes and looked at him in bewilderment. His heart was agitated, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuqian looked around for a moment, and messy memories came one after another.

"What's going on here?"

"You have been asleep for three days!" The anxiety and worry in the words hit Yu Qiansi's arms.

She looked back blankly, but saw Boyi chattering endlessly: "The doctor said you are overworked, plus you are overwhelmed with worry, you should rest more."

"But I didn't expect that you could sleep for three days! I was thinking just now, if you don't wake up after noon, I will go find the doctor again!"

Yuqian clasped her hands together and coughed lightly, trying to figure out, is this strange Boyi in front of her the one she knows?
Seeing her flushed face, Boyi helped her up, put a soft pillow on her back, and handed her a bowl of hot porridge.

This familiar smell seems to be smelled often in dreams.

Sour and waxy, full of appetizers.

"I added some citron juice to the porridge, which was brought out by the princess from the palace."

The aftermath of the residual dream completely dissipated at this time.

She realized: "Are you the one who has been taking care of me these past few days?"

Still with a sickly hoarse voice, it added a bit of tenderness to Mingli.

Boyi stopped holding the porridge, a little flustered: "How come, the princess has found a maid from the Duke's mansion. She is the one who takes care of you on weekdays. I will come and have a look during the day."

"Thank you."

Bo Yi's face was flushed red by this simple whisper, and he gave Yu Qiansi the porridge, got up and pretended to close the window.

"That day, what happened afterwards—"

"Suo Yu and those six people are temporarily detained."

"Cao Guanshi's body was sent to Zhang Xiaowu for surgery that day. He already finished the autopsy yesterday."

He handed over the record that Zhang Yilun had filled in himself to Yuqiansi.

While she was flipping through the pages, her thoughts raced.

Because Zhang Yilun was very concerned about Yu Qiansi's body, he went to Yizhuang in person yesterday.

During the day, Zhang Yilun is always listless.

After handing over the record to him, Zhang Yilun hesitated for a moment: "Is this the real culprit of the beheading case?"

"Who is he?" He seemed to be talking to himself.

He thought to himself that Xiao Zhang could be regarded as one of his own, so he roughly explained the ins and outs.

Unexpectedly, it aroused Zhang Yilun's curiosity even more.

There was a strange blush on his pale face due to sleeping at night and coming out at night: "He is a eunuch! And there are marks on the back of his neck. It is the man who was burned to death in the Guang'an Hou Mansion last time! The same marks as him!"

"I thought it was an accident! But now, it seems that these people are related."

Presumably because I have been with Yu Qiansi for a long time, Zhang Yilun is also very interested in getting to the bottom of it.

Seeing the words on the record, he finally froze for a moment.

"Brother Boyi, are you okay?"

Zhang Yilun was keenly aware of Bo Yi's abnormality: "Do you know him?"

He froze the corners of his mouth and forced an ugly smile. In the end, he didn't know what he said, and fled in a hurry.

He felt uneasy and wanted to go to Yinlong Temple to relax, but Master Jikong also closed the door.

Only a prudent little novice was sent and said, "Do as you please."

He looked at the pale-faced woman in front of him, who was sipping hot porridge by the spoonful.

He knew his true heart, and he had made plans to cut himself to pieces.

However, he never wanted to kill others.

After several years in the north, he knows better than anyone that life is precious.

Seeing him in a trance, Yu Qiansi held the porridge bowl and asked, "But what else happened?"

The shallow eyes with a tired expression are not as beautiful as usual, but as if they have gone to the carved mountains and clear springs.

Refreshing.

"It's about the remnants of silk." He paused, and said, "The night we met the blacksmith, someone stole the remnants of silk while the Criminal Division and Dali Temple were empty."

He says "the day we go to the blacksmith", not "the day we catch the murderer".

Yu Qiansi smiled, and naturally understood what he meant.

Putting down the spoon, the flawless white porcelain tapped lightly on the side of the bowl, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

I just heard him say: "The clue to that blacksmith's shop has also been broken. If I go back later, there has been a new person there."

Yuqian said teasingly: "You have adapted well to your identity as Wuyawei."

Boyi was ashamed.

Speaking of this
He sent wine books.

Yu Qiansi was still awake, and Wu Yawei ordered him not to move, but he was worried about leaving her unconscious and leaving, so he thought of Jiushu.

So, I thought of the wine book.

Jiu Shu has been squatting outside Wu Xin's house for three days.When he was found yesterday, he was almost dead there.

No wonder, he always felt that he had forgotten something that day, but that whole day, he was looking for the murderer and investigating Zheng Yi, so he completely forgot about the wine book.

Yuqiansi didn't understand what he was thinking, and thought she was worried that she would blame him for meddling.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Don't worry about it. I went looking for him at the time, originally just to cast a bait and make friends by the way."

Think of the little blacksmith who was almost disfigured.

This way of making friends is refreshing and refined.

Yu Qiansi looked at him with a half-smile.

He paid so much attention to this matter, did he have any other thoughts?
Boyi, on the other hand, was wondering about the meaning behind Yu Qiansi's move.

Outside the window, the decoction boiled on the small stove under the porch, and the lid made a clear "dong dong" sound, and the fragrant and astringent smell of medicine entered the room, adding to the elegance of the room.

The slight noise outside the small courtyard gradually became louder, as if someone was arguing.

"What's going on outside?"

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