After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Jian Ying stopped suddenly and stared blankly at the furnishings in the room, an idea came to his mind.

It’s over.

He knew that the prince had unrequited love for Lin, but he never thought that it would reach this point.

Lin Zhiyu was also stunned on the spot.

It is filled with small portraits of myself, sitting or lying down, smiling and looking lifelike.

Not only that, there are a lot of gadgets on the bookshelves inside.

From rattles to exquisite jade flutes, there are exactly nineteen pieces, no more and no less.

Lin Zhiyu recognized that these were birthday gifts he had given to Zhou Zijin before.

At the end of the room is a bright red wedding dress, with a phoenix embroidered with gold threads about to emerge, and beside it are peonies that symbolize wealth and good luck.

Lin Zhiyu was attracted and couldn't help but get closer and take a closer look. He found that there was his favorite osmanthus flower on the cuffs.

This wedding dress is exactly the one I wore when I married into the palace in my previous life!

"When a woman gets married, she has to embroider her own wedding dress..."

Zhou Zijin also followed up, carefully stroking the jewelry placed beside him, including the Tianguan lock and the silver bracelet.

His voice still sounded a little uncertain, but it contained expectations.

"But you're not good at female embroidery, so I took matters into my own hands and asked the best embroiderer in the capital to make one for you."

As he spoke, he lowered his head: "Zhiyu, don't be angry."

The tip of Lin Zhiyu's nose felt sore, and her throat was blocked by cotton, making her unable to speak.

She gently hugged Zhou Zijin, put her head on his chest, and listened to Zhou Zijin's rapid and powerful heartbeat.

The person in front of him was breathing obviously a little heavier.

"How long have you been preparing?" Lin Zhiyu asked dully.

After waiting for a long time, no reply was heard from Zhou Zijin.

She raised her head, and Zhou Zijin's head suddenly tilted and fell straight back.

Lin Zhiyu was startled and hurriedly pulled him up from the ground: "Sword Shadow!"

Jian Ying, who was at the door and didn't dare to go in, looked at his nose and heart. When he heard Lin Zhiyu calling him, he realized that at some point, his prince had passed out drunk.

He took three steps at a time and carried Zhou Zijin to the bed outside.

"Even I have never seen this room." Jian Ying said, "Girl, I don't know why you suddenly ignored the prince before and now you are so interested in him. I only know that the prince seems to have a lot of things, but in fact There’s nothing on it.”

Lin Zhiyu paused while tucking in the quilt for Zhou Zi.

"But the embroiderer has already started to make the wedding dress, so it's not easy to stop work temporarily. Only now I know that the prince has kept this dress."

Jian Ying straightened his expression and spoke word by word.

"I don't care what you do, Miss. As the prince's personal guard, I don't want him to get hurt again."

Lin Zhiyu felt that he had thousands of words to say, but seeing Jian Ying's appearance, he couldn't say a word.

It was she who failed Zhou Zijin first.

"I know what you mean." Lin Zhiyu lowered his eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, drink so much, I really think my body is made of iron."

At the door, Master Ji Yan appeared silently. Coupled with the white clothes, the two people in the room were shocked.

Shuqin followed behind, casting a worried look.

However, it was precisely because of Ji Yanshi's appearance that the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed.

Lin Zhiyu took a step aside.

Master Ji Yan just took a quick look and knew it in his mind. He walked to the desk, brushed a few strokes, wrote a recipe, and handed it to Shuqin.

"He drank too much and stayed up late for two consecutive days. His body can't bear it. You can make a bowl of hangover soup according to this recipe."

Shuqin took it and looked at the red mark on Ji Yanshi's clothes, his eyes moved.

The other two people also noticed this, and Jian Ying asked knowingly and knowingly: "Oh, Master Yan, why are your clothes dirty?" Master Ji Yan looked down and said in annoyance: "You still haven't escaped."

Then he snorted: "It's not that crazy woman's fault!"

Lin Zhiyu wasn't very concerned about what happened between him and Princess Shangyang. She just wanted to know what Zhuang Xinlan said to make Zhou Zijin so depressed.

"To be honest, I don't know either."

Master Ji Yan put his hands behind his back.

"Ms. Zhuang seemed to be very resistant to the capital. When she got off the carriage, she became very emotional. I gave her some sedative medicine and left."

Ji Yanshi paused for two seconds and continued: "But I have checked her body and there is no big problem. It may be some kind of stimulation."

Ji Yanshi had no reason to tell lies. Lin Zhiyu glanced at Zhou Zijin lying on the bed with mixed emotions.

It seems that I have to go to Zhuang Xinlan again.

The Jin Prince's Mansion is much larger than the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the layout is also different.

In order not to attract attention, Zhuang Xinlan was placed in the west courtyard.

Lin Zhiyu opened the door. The entire west courtyard was quiet, with only a few daisies swaying in the wind.

She stepped into the back room and saw Zhuang Xinlan sitting at the table, her hair disheveled and her eyes dull.

"Miss Zhuang?"

Lin Zhiyu waved her hand carefully in front of her.

Zhuang Xinlan trembled: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I won't tell anyone..."

Lin Zhiyu said: "I won't kill you, I just want to come and chat with you."

Her tone was soft, and Zhuang Xinlan gradually relaxed under her deliberate guidance.

"Are you Xiaoxiao?" Zhuang Xinlan looked at Lin Zhiyu's hand and asked softly.

Lin Zhiyu guessed that she most likely recognized her as the lady because of the bandage on her hand.

But even if the lady did that to Zhuang Xinlan, there was no guarded look in her eyes.

Lin Zhiyu nodded: "Yes, I am Xiaoxiao."

The darkness in the room just provided Lin Zhiyu with cover. Zhuang Xinlan looked at her face again and seemed to really believe that she was Xiaoxiao.

Lin Zhiyu patiently guided her to lie on the bed, preparing to hypnotize her.

Zhuang Xinlan was very cooperative. Every time Lin Zhiyu wanted to take the next step, she was already prepared in advance, which surprised Lin Zhiyu.

Seeing that the fire was ripe, Lin Zhiyu began to ask questions.

"Who did you see this morning?"

"Brother's apprentices, and there are many people I don't know."

"What did you say?"

This question seemed a bit too direct, and Zhuang Xinlan frowned.

Just as Lin Zhiyu was about to change the question, Zhuang Xinlan spoke slowly, her voice as small as a mosquito.

Lin Zhiyu put her ear close to her, and her words were tossed around. After hearing what she was saying clearly, she broke out in a cold sweat.

The person who killed Xu Luyan was equipped with a token to enter and exit the palace.

It's Zhou Tingchen.

He was the only one who knew that Zhou Zijin was going to Yongzhou and that Zhuang Boyuan's death was related to Xu Luyan.

He was also the one who joined forces with Zheng Ziyan back then.

Zhuang Xinlan seemed to have something more to say, but as soon as she uttered a word, a cold arrow pierced the silent air with a "whoosh".

Lin Zhiyu almost relied on his instinctive reaction and rolled to the side.

"Pfft."

The blood sprayed onto the top of the exquisite hibiscus tent, and a few drops sprinkled on Lin Zhiyu's face, still carrying human body temperature.