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

Chapter 152 Speculation
princess mansion

The old housekeeper's surname was Li, and everyone in the house called him Uncle Li.

At this time, he came to Princess Pingle with a large basket of rosemary in his hand: "Princess, we have collected a lot of rosemary."

Pingle was lying lazily on the imperial concubine's couch. There were two beautiful male pets beside her who were rubbing her shoulders and legs. She opened her eyes slightly and responded: "Take it and cook it."

"Where is the county king?"

Uncle Li said respectfully: "The king...is at Qiao Xiangsi's place."

Everyone in the mansion knew that Qiao Xiangsi was the princess of the county, but Pingle refused to admit it, and they didn't dare to mention it.

Pingle sneered: "Prepare the Buzi soup tomorrow morning." She took out a sachet and said, "Take it and soak it in rosemary and give it to her. Tell her that I gave it to her."

Uncle Li glanced at Princess Pingle and sighed in his heart. It seemed that Princess Pingle's patience had reached its limit.

He was also confused by Prince Xun's attitude. He seemed to hate Qiao Xiangsi, but he could rescue her from Princess Pingle every time.

Both mother and son are eccentric people.

Qiao Acacia's courtyard.

Since Princess Pingle did not allow her to live with Meng Shiyuan, she always lived in the small courtyard where she had lived since she was a child.

The injury on her forehead had scabbed over, and she was wiping plaster on her hands. The door was suddenly opened, and Qiao Xiangsi looked back in shock. It was Meng Shiyuan who came in.

She stood up awkwardly. Meng Shiyuan came in and patted the water on his sleeves. It didn't know when it started raining outside.

He explained quietly: "I happened to be passing by and came in to take shelter from the rain."

Qiao Xiangsi wiped the stool she sat on again and again with her sleeves. She was the only one who lived in this courtyard, and she did all the daily cleaning alone. There was not even a cleaning girl. It was as if she was exiled in this corner.

It was clear that they were husband and wife, but they were as cold as strangers. Qiao Xiangsi put the stool in front of Meng Shiyuan: "Sit down."

She felt a little bitter in her heart, wondering whether this existential relationship should end. Princess Pingle didn't like her, and no matter how much she did, she couldn't change it.

The words she wanted to make peace with were blocked in her mouth again, and she was so depressed that she couldn't speak out at all.

Meng Shiyuan's eyes passed over the wound on her forehead and then rested on her face. Qiao Xiangsi was not a stunning beauty. She was beautiful, but her temperament was like grass living in the cracks. Even though he was bruised and bruised, he still lived tenaciously.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Qiao Xiangsi looked at him in astonishment, feeling even more sad. Only when she was injured could she get a little bit of care from Meng Shiyuan. She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

She held it in again and again, and finally decided to make it clear to Meng Shiyuan: "Let's... let's make peace."

Qiao Xiangsi looked a little sad: "The princess doesn't like me." She wanted to smile, but it was uglier than crying: "I won't delay you anymore."

She had said peace and separation many times, but Meng Shiyuan always had such an indifferent expression, either leaving without saying a word or telling her to shut up.

This time he stood up and looked down at her: "Do you still remember what you said to me when you were 14 years old?"

Qiao Xiangsi's memory suddenly stopped at the Lantern Festival when she was 14 years old. She and Meng Shiyuan went out to set off lanterns for the first time. She cherished the opportunity to be with him.

So when she put down the lantern, she made a wish: Even if Meng Shiyuan didn't like her, she would love Meng Shiyuan all her life and stay with him until the end of her life.

Because Meng Shiyuan once told her that he would protect her for the rest of his life.Qiao Xiangsi's eyes suddenly turned red, and her lips trembled a little: "I remember, what about you? You forgot. You forgot everything you said before."

Her fate was not good, but her birth date coincided with Meng Shiyuan's, so she was sold into the princess's mansion by her biological parents. When she was a child, she didn't even dare to cry in the mansion because she was afraid of being kicked out. , and has been living on the streets ever since.

Even when eating, she did not dare to say that she was not full for fear of being scolded. Princess Pingle had left her to fend for herself ever since she brought her into the house.

On the day she was about to die of cold and starvation, her instinct to save herself made her sneak into Meng Shiyuan's room, and it was he who saved her that day.

Later she found out that this good-looking sick man was her future husband, and the reason why he was always sick was because he refused to drink medicine, and every time he prepared the medicine, he poured it out.

Later, it was said that he married Meng Shiyuan out of joy, but in fact he deliberately made himself seriously ill, married her, and then made his illness better.

Because, he said that this way he could take her under his wings and protect her.

It's just that the reality is somewhat contrary to her previous vows, and she is a little tired.

Meng Shiyuan turned around and closed the door, then walked up to her: "Xiangsi, let's have a baby."

Everything Qiao Xiangxi wanted to say was stuck in her mouth. She looked at him in astonishment, and then smiled bitterly: "Don't bother, there will be another bowl of Bizi soup tomorrow."

Regardless of whether Meng Shiyuan slept with her or not, Princess Pingle would always hand her a steaming bowl of Bizi soup to drink the next day.

"I will find a way." Meng Shiyuan led her forcefully to the bedside. He lifted Qiao Xiangsi's chin and kissed her.

"If you bear with it a little longer, you will be free soon."

The bed is covered with curtains and the spring scenery is pleasant.

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There are thunderstorms outside, as if winter is about to come and it always likes rain.

Xu Anan lit the lamp and sat in front of the window watching the night rain. The rainwater hit the sycamore leaves outside, making a rustling sound.

Seeing that she was still studying the sachet, He Qing shook her head helplessly: "An'an, take a break. You've been studying all day, aren't you tired?"

There is a small table next to the window, with sweet-scented osmanthus in a sachet and desiccated grass on it, and a note from Xue Meixiang next to it.

She drew all the key people on a piece of paper, starting with the first deceased He Han, and then contacted Guixiang Pavilion where she worked. She scribbled on the paper and drew all the characters. After checking it again, He Min was among them.

The sachet unconsciously went to the haunted house and died there.

"He Qing."

He Qing, who was suddenly named, said "Ah".

Xu Anan pointed at He Han and then at Guixiang Pavilion: "It is said that He Han also loved making incense. Could it be that He Han made a unique incense species and then caused the murder?"

"After the people from Guixiang Pavilion killed He Han, they threw him into the murderous house, but they didn't expect to create an opportunity for the murderer behind him. The women died mysteriously one after another inside."

He Qing nodded: "You seem to be right...it's just that these women were all well before entering the haunted house, and they died after entering."

"Why would they go in if they knew there was danger?"

Xu Anan stared at the sachet: "There must be something missing."

(End of this chapter)