The soldier is a girl

Chapter 1617 746: All the dead in the palace

The emperor ordered who would dare to sneak over here.

Without waiting for a while, Yu Shu brought over ten veteran masters from Shangyi Bureau who made cloud forging.

"Your Majesty, my maidservant, long live, long live, long live." The ten masters who made the cloud forging were all elderly women from Qing Yishui, with an average age of about 40 years old, so they were old people.

"Flat body."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Let me take a closer look and see what Jing Zhaoyin brought."

"Yes."

"Jing Zhaoyin."

"Yes." Jing Zhaoyin stood up numbly, and then took out the remnant silk wrapped in the handkerchief from his arms and handed it to the female master standing beside him.

The female master first blessed Jing Zhaoyin, and then took the handkerchief from Jing Zhaoyin's hand and carefully watched the remnants of it.

The remnant silk was passed from the hands of ten female masters, and when the remnant silk was passed to the last female master, Mo Huan couldn't wait any longer and said, "But cloud satin?"

"My Majesty, it's Yun Duan, but it's the lowest grade of black cloud linen." The first female master Fushen replied.

"The servant also recognized that it was the lowest grade of black cloud linen."

"Slaves also..."

The ten people answered one by one, and the clear one was the answer of the black cloud linen.

After all ten people had finished speaking, Mo Huan's complexion became darker than ever, and this was exactly the rhythm that made him more and more unable to clear up his suspicions.

The grades of cloud satin in the palace can be said to be a kind of identity mark, and the lowest grade of black cloud satin is the most durable, and there is only one kind of people who use this black cloud satin, that is, the royal dead, that is It is unique to the royal family, except for him, only adult princes can have royal dead soldiers, so the answer can be said to be obvious.

The third child is dead, and the second child is still on the way back, so the only one left is the eldest, Mo Yu.

"Are you sure you read it correctly?" Mo Huan asked again in a calm voice.

"Slaves dare not tell lies." The ten masters knelt down in unison, expressing fear.

There was no need for Mo Xi to embarrass the maid who made clothes, "Okay, let's all step down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The ten masters who made cloud satin got up and left.

For a while, only Mo Huan and Jing Zhaoyin were left in the whole imperial study room.

Both Yu Shu and Jing Zhaoyin felt Mo Huan's low pressure, which was a sign before the emperor got angry.

"Jing Zhao Yin, you step back first, go to the next door and wait in the side hall, and then go and announce the crown prince to me." After a long silence, Mo Huan suddenly spoke.

"The minister obeys the order."

"The slave obeys."

Jing Zhaoyin and Yu Shu spoke at almost the same time. Both of them are not stupid. At this time, Prince Xuan, this is a proper rhythm that has something to do with the prince, but after thinking about it, neither of them is stupid. Saying one more word is the rhythm of suffering.

The two who answered backed away in a hurry, fearing that they would suffer if they took a step too late.

And Mo Huan's anger had indeed reached a critical point, only the last straw was missing.

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East Palace
The things that broke out in the morning, the sun was setting, how could Mo Yu not know about it.

And his response was to stop without moving.

His two dead men didn't come back last night, he thought he was completing the mission, and the emperor thought that Mo Yu's dead men had gone back, so he didn't send any news.

At dawn, Mo Yu had a bad premonition, just like the dead man sent to poison Mu Peng that day, he didn't return all night and there was no news from him.

(End of this chapter)