The little lady of Xuanmen has become popular in the sixth palace by fortune-telling

Chapter 120 There are many mysteries
After the seeds were planted, Xu Anan returned to her dormitory to sleep contentedly. Poria cocos could only clean up the pistils that were pulled out from the ground. In order not to discover their evil deeds, she could only bear the pain and bury them. The more expensive ones, she could only transplant.

He Qing finally came out after holding it in for several days. Xu Anan and Cheng Huai also stayed together frequently, making him afraid to take the lead even if he wanted to.

"An'an, where did you go tonight?"

Xu Anan was lying on the bed, her eyes almost closed, and she said vaguely: "A palace in the previous dynasty."

He Qing is a ghost, and his perception is sharper than ordinary people. If he hadn't been safe in Xu Anan's bag, he would not have taken a step there.

He floated into Xu An'an's bed: "An'an, I just sensed that there is a very dangerous big guy under the mansion."

"Oh."

Seeing her being so calm, He Qing became anxious: "Aren't you afraid that it will escape? Then it will cause unnecessary panic."

Xu Anan frowned slightly: "What are you afraid of? It's going to come out early, why do you need to wait until now? If no one bothers it, nothing will happen."

He Qing still felt something was wrong, but Xu Anan was right. If no one bothered him, nothing would happen. He sighed, it was getting more and more chaotic.

And Xu Anan fell asleep directly after answering him. He Qing was speechless for a while. How could someone be so powerful yet so arrogant and calmly worry to death?

After a good night's sleep, it started to rain steadily the next day. After Xu Anan had breakfast, she squatted behind and looked at the cabbage and spinach seeds she had just buried. She put the other vegetable seeds back into the Qiankun bag. Wait for the right season before sowing.

The rain was so good that she didn't have to water it.

Fu Ling stood by her side with a melancholy look on her face. With such a master in the stall, she had no choice but to follow her. As for being discovered, let's talk about it later.

Xu Anan took out her watermelon seeds again and looked at Poria: "When can I plant my watermelon?"

Poria was speechless and held her forehead: "In March or April next year, the early-maturing ones will usually mature in June, and September at the latest."

Xu Anan put it away again in disappointment: "Okay."

Fu Ling could already foresee what a chaotic life Ziwei Palace would be like in the future.

An afternoon passed. Xu Anan did not wait for her to take over the affairs in the north of the city. Instead, bad news came about the five Taoist priests who went to suppress the murderous house the day before yesterday.

When the little Taoist priest from Chenghuang Temple went to call the five Taoist priests, four of them died suddenly on the bed with bleeding from their seven orifices, and one became delirious and crazy. He has been handed over to Jingzhao Mansion for processing.

And this matter fermented like locusts, and the people always felt that God was going to bring some disaster to them. Everyone knelt at the gate of the palace and asked for the mighty royal energy to protect them.

In the afternoon, Cheng Huai also issued an imperial edict, asking the remaining residents in the north of the city to move away quickly. At this juncture, no one was willing to stay. By evening, the north of the city had become a silent empty city.

He also sent heavy troops to guard the place, and no one could enter the north alley of the city.

Regarding the death of the eighth girl, the entire city center knew about it because of Mu Ci.

After all, Mu Ci was considered a smash hit in Qijing. Many people came here because of his voice. Now that he has stopped singing, after careful inquiry, he found out that his sister died, and she also died in North of the city.

However, after Mu Ci said it, the ghost theory was immediately broken, because Mu Ci said that it was a man-made killing.It is difficult to touch ghosts and gods, but people can still investigate. The next morning, the people of Qijing signed a blood letter, asking the emperor to give them justice and catch the person behind it. Otherwise, the murderer is still roaming in the city, and they will have trouble sleeping and eating. ah.

At this time, Cheng Huai was also attending the morning court, and a chamberlain hurriedly sent in a blood letter: "Report, Your Majesty, the people in the city are crazy. They are all surrounding the palace gate. I want your Majesty to investigate thoroughly."

Eight girls, including Master Huang in front, are six Taoist priests, five are dead, one is directly crazy, plus Xue Meixiang's lover.

Fifteen people were involved in a city in just two months.

As time goes by, the murderer's methods become more and more cruel, reaching the point of being heinous.

It is hard for them to imagine that if they just let things develop, how many people will be harmed later, ten?Hundred?Or thousands?
Most of them are ordinary people with no power, let alone dealing with evil people with their bare hands.

The ministers' expressions changed greatly as they looked at the blood book. There were not just tens of thousands, but several thousand in it. The long scroll could extend from the outside of the main hall door to Cheng Huaiye's feet.

Cheng Huai also lowered his head and looked down. The crooked blood stains were like the anger of the people, adding another fire to the already unpeaceful court.

"Tsk."

Cheng Huaiye let out a soft "tsk". Because the court was too quiet, his sound was particularly abrupt. The servant was kneeling in the middle. He did not dare to leave without Cheng Huaiye's order, so he could only bury his head.

"Go down."

"promise."

After the chamberlain left, Cheng Huai leaned even more lazily on his chair: "What's the point of raising you? The drought can't be solved. It's been so long since we've been investigating a murder case and we haven't even done anything. You're a bunch of trash."

The ministers blushed when Cheng Huai scolded him, but they bowed their heads and did not dare to refute.

Anyone who tries to get into trouble at this time is a fool. Even Mr. Yu, who used to be the loudest, has shut his mouth.

Cheng Huai also looked at Yao Zhuoyu: "Tell me, where have you found everything?"

Yao Zhuoyu looked a little embarrassed, but he still walked out: "Your Majesty... There is still no progress in the investigation of the incompetence of the ministers. Miss Xue's lover is named Tang Sui, and he is her cousin, but his family is poor. It was not in Mrs. Xue's eyes, so she did not agree to the marriage between Miss Xue and Tang Sui."

"That day they arranged to elope, Miss Xue died, and after being treated by Dr. Wen, he must have been frightened crazy. He kept talking about ghosts, and Wei Chen couldn't tell what happened for a while. Something happened."

There are many doubts and mysteries. If you want to say that it was done by ghosts, it would be enough to scare the person like Tang Sui crazy. There is no need to kill people cruelly.

It can be said that it is man-made. Apart from the dead girl, no suspect has been seen for so many days. As a result, the girls in Beijing are now so panicked that they dare not even leave their homes.

Cheng Huai also gave him a cold look, then looked at Shen Zhiqing: "Tell me, why did the Taoist priest you invited died suddenly? Didn't you swear that you could suppress evil spirits?"

Shen Zhiqing wiped his cold sweat. Damn it, how did he know why these Taoist priests died suddenly? When collecting the money, he patted his chest and promised to drive away the evil spirits. Now he not only paid but was also scolded. Originally, he wanted to find Cheng Huai also reimbursed him, but he didn't dare to say this now.

(End of this chapter)