Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 112 Liberation
When things got serious and he showed evidence to prove his innocence, the princes who had been manipulated by him earlier in the morning might not escape.

He let whoever he wanted die, and the other princes involved in this matter might have a hard time.

And the second prince only pointed all the blame at the third prince, let him go to jail, didn't say a word, and just walked away. This is to force those ministers to kill the third prince directly, so as to make the "disheartened" "When he returned to China, he also had an explanation.

The imperial palace, the imperial palace, is it really so dirty no matter which country it is in?One's own wife can also abandon it at will, and the brother kills himself.

Qingcheng thought to herself, she had already drank more than half of a pot of wine, no matter what, these things had nothing to do with her.

After eating, Chu Ziyue and Wen Ziran were going to go downstairs for a stroll. As soon as they went down the stairs, Chu Ziyue saw Qingcheng at a glance.

A pair of hands as white as jade fat was holding on to the wine glass to his mouth, with his arms covering his neck, he drank it all in one gulp and then put down the glass, lowering his head to pick up vegetables for dinner.

Chu Ziyue's eyes brightened. This person seemed to be destined for him. He had only met him this morning, but he did not expect to meet him again in such a short time.

And the chilly aura emanating from his bones made people afraid to get close to him easily, but the more he was like this, the more attractive he was.

When Chu Ziyue passed by Qingcheng's table, he paused for a moment, looked at Qingcheng, sizing him up.

Qingcheng had already noticed that someone was looking at him, and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. It turned out that it was the person who rescued the little girl in front of the horse and asked her to make an apology the day she returned to the palace. She also met in Gumozhai this morning.

It's really weird to meet so many times in such a short time.

Qingcheng didn't want to pay attention to the two of them, but the gaze above her head became more and more presumptuous, as if she was hunting prey.

Qingcheng raised her head suddenly, and looked directly at Chu Ziyue with cold eyes, with indifference and hostility.

She didn't like being looked at by such eyes, it was too unscrupulous.

Chu Ziyue suddenly met those extremely cold eyes, and his smile froze for a moment, as if the chill could pass through his body and reach his heart.

Chu Ziyue withdrew his gaze and walked out of Biyunzhai.

Qingcheng also withdrew her cold eyes and continued to drink and eat.

The identity of that person just now is not simple!This was the only thought in Qingcheng's mind.

Having lost his interest in eating, Qingcheng simply stopped eating and watched the people coming and going on the street outside.

After sitting for a while, he got up and left, leaving a piece of broken silver on the table.

The sun at noon made people a little restless.

Qingcheng went to the palace according to her original purpose.

Taking advantage of the lack of hidden guards in the palace during the day, Qingcheng sneaked into the palace secretly.

He directly avoided everyone and went back to his room. Haoyue Pavilion was empty, and most people would not think that there would be people inside.

The bed in the room was brand new. Thinking about it, Murong Yu must have vented his anger on this bed. If he couldn't beat her, he would vent his anger on her bed. This ghost Raksha really failed a little.

Qingcheng sneered at Murong Yu unscrupulously, not knowing what kind of nerve Mu Qingcheng had gone wrong before, that he actually fell in love with someone like him.

Accidentally, with deep roots of love, they all ended up disheartened and hopeless, and died so innocently.

Qingcheng returned to the palace again, just looking for something. She felt that Murong Yu must know a lot of things. He is the empress dowager's own son, so maybe he would know something.

When Murong Yu went out to do errands, there were hidden guards in the study, so it was not easy to get in, but the important things should be in the study.

Qingcheng had a vague premonition in her heart that Murong Yu had planted eyeliners in the palace back then, worked hard to make friends with the prime minister, and endured the humiliation, probably for the sake of the throne.

Judging from the hypocritical friendship between Murong Yan and Murong Yu, if one wants to rebel and the other wants to sit in the dragon chair, then the only option is to eradicate the other.

For the throne again, brothers killed each other.

Well, when Murong Yan bestowed Mu Qingcheng to Murong Yu as his side concubine, he probably wanted to humiliate Murong Yu. He already knew that Mu Qingcheng's reputation was terrible, but his identity was there. Murong Yu, who has distinguished military exploits and prestige equally.

It's just that I didn't expect that Murong Yu would be so disrespectful to him, slapping him in public, annulling the engagement on the day of the wedding, mercilessly, and pretending to be seriously ill after being frightened by Mu Qingcheng, using his weight in the hearts of the people to suppress Murong Yan with words , so that Murong Yan will never be able to punish him too much.

It turned out that Mu Qingcheng died on a small step during their struggle for the throne, so worthless.

For such a simple matter, Qingcheng didn't know how to feel, and couldn't laugh or cry.

Murong Yan, Murong Yu, worthy of being brothers, are so disgusting.

Qingcheng took out the secret medicine in her bosom, which was made by herself in her spare time based on the books left by Mu Wanxiang. It can make people have hallucinations, stop thinking for a few seconds, and then recover. A few seconds is enough to kill people. invisible.

Qingcheng walked around to the window of the study room, gently blew some medicine powder in, and then took the opportunity to use light work to jump into the room, and found the place that had been surveyed to hide in.

The hidden guards in the study were distributed in three directions. When her mind was stagnant for a few seconds, Qingcheng avoided their direction, hid behind the curtain, held her breath, and took out another bottle of drug.

Put them down calmly, the outside are all ordinary guards, and it is difficult for them to distinguish the subtle voices inside.

Qingcheng's gaze scanned Murong Yu's bookshelves one by one, most of them were strategies of war, and there were also poems and songs.

There is also a painting scroll, Qingcheng unfolds the painting, on it is a little girl, only about five or six years old.

Nothing could be seen, the little girl was dressed in a red padded jacket, her face was pink, but her eyes were very pure.

Qingcheng glanced at the scene in the painting. It was a broken room, which was the room where Mu Qingcheng lived.

Could this girl be Mu Qingcheng when she was a child?
Qingcheng tried her best to search for memories, and a lot of humiliated memories flooded in. Qingcheng frowned in disgust, thinking directly about the memory of her childhood.

A vague outline has emerged, and Qingcheng contacted the painting again, and already roughly understood what was going on.

Looking at the painting in his hand, the rice paper is extremely precious, and a lot of effort has been put into each stroke of the painting. It seems that Murong Yu cherishes this painting very much.

Qingcheng smiled sarcastically, and put the painting back to its original state, but a burst of sadness welled up in her heart. After a short while, there was a kind of relief and relief.

This is Mu Qingcheng's remnant soul at work. After this day, everything Mu Qingcheng thinks, hates, and puzzles should all disappear, right?

You're relieved, so you're leaving?
Qingcheng said silently in her heart, no one answered her, but the long-simmering anger in her heart has disappeared.

At this point, you still love him, Mu Qingcheng, you are too stupid after all!

After Qingcheng sighed, she continued to look at the furnishings of the study. Logically speaking, there should be a secret compartment or a secret room.

(End of this chapter)