Qing Palace Dream Like Smoke·Moyu

Chapter 192

The sky was still dark, Mo Yu walked by the lotus pond, and overnight, all the lotus flowers that seemed to have bloomed very well withered.There was a bay red horse tied to the gate of the garden, and there was no one else. It was believed that the fourth elder brother came directly from the capital when he got the news, and rode into the palace alone early in the morning.She stood quietly for a while, when she heard footsteps behind her, without turning her head, the man behind her walked slowly to her side, silent.

Mo Yu turned to look at his expression, the pain he suppressed was still fully revealed on his face.Feeling sour in her heart, she felt extremely sad and blamed herself: "It's my fault, I should stop him." But, even now, she knew that if Shisan made a decision, how could she stop him?
The fourth elder brother looked at her, smiled slightly and said: "So you are sad because of this, don't blame yourself, how can you stop him with his temper?" He turned his head and looked at the withered flowers in the pool. Ye, with a dry voice, said: "The thirteenth spying on the holy driver was tied up for one thing. It is said that he forged the prince's handwriting to let Rehedu send troops into the garden... that is the real reason. The fourteenth brother and the thirteenth brother Since they were young, the two of them have been fond of messing around with imitating the prince's handwriting and doing tricks, but today they really caused a big problem."

Forging the prince's handwriting... Rehe all dispatched troops into the garden... Mo Yu's mind suddenly exploded, the night before, such a thing actually happened?And Xu Huacheng's pale face... Fulcha's injury made her feel confused, she couldn't think clearly, and she didn't want to think about it.

"Collusion between inside and outside, conspiracy to assassinate, forging souvenirs, blaming others, the thirteen crimes are truly unforgivable." The fourth elder brother's voice was dry and his expression was numb.

"No, no, the person who assassinated..." But he couldn't say it anymore, did he tell him it was Xu Huacheng?No, I just feel that I can't say it.Knowing that Shisan will not die, but Hua Cheng's future is uncertain... No, I'd better not say it.

Her thoughts were entangled, and the flustered and hesitant expression was seen by the fourth elder brother, who let out an inaudible sigh.Hearing that she was also frightened the night before, and that Fulca was injured by an assassin, she already guessed in her heart... This scene was sung so dangerously, she couldn't imagine that Fulca would treat her... She must be very upset Be sad, forget it, why bother to ask what happened.

"I don't believe that the Thirteenth Master would not do such a thing... The prince's handwriting is available everywhere in the hall, and anyone can imitate it. Why is it the Thirteenth Master?" Mo Yu suddenly remembered and said in a loud voice.

The fourth elder brother smiled bitterly: "Because the ink pen of the imitation handwriting on the note is almost the same as Thirteen's."

"That may also be done on purpose."

The fourth elder brother said: "I think so too, but it's useless for us to think so, it depends on what Huang Ama thinks." What he said was true, Mo Yu fell silent.

The fourth elder brother took a deep breath, and said in pain: "Do you know who was the first to identify the handwriting of Thirteen?" Mo Yu's heart jumped wildly when he heard his words, and he had already guessed the answer, but he shouted in his heart: "No, it's impossible, it's not." The fourth elder brother turned his head, his eyes were full of pain, he sighed slightly, but there was a sad smile on his face: "It's the fourteenth brother."

(End of this chapter)