Cold king's poisonous spoiled concubine

Shiye was kicked to the ground, and his body was in pain. He fiercely looked at Duke Shen on one side, "Duke Shen?"

Then he looked at Fang hele, Mrs. ye and Xu Qing. The female ghost was still standing there, revealing her true face.

"Shiye, how dare you dare to murder Miss ye?" Xu Qing walked over a few steps and pinched his neck, with a gloomy fundus of his eyes.

This matter involves the crown prince. We must not make a big deal.

"My Lord, I don't have a servant. It's too..." before he finished, he saw Xu Qing wink at himself and swallow his words.

"You and miss ye have no grievances. Why did you murder?" Xu Qing deliberately misinterpreted the facts.

"My Lord, it's Miss ye... She's arrogant and rude, and the servant has always held a grudge, so..." shiye knows what Xu Qing means. If you give up the crown prince, you will be beheaded all over the house.

"So you put the blame on the Shen county king of the Shen family, didn't you?" Xu Qing grabbed his collar and looked fiercely at her face.

"Yes." shiye bowed his head and answered.

Mrs. Ye couldn't help crying at the thought of her daughter's death.

Duke Shen and Yueying looked at each other and knew that Xu Qing intended to hide the prince's actions.

Although the heart is not satisfied, but also dare not say more, can only put this matter down.

In prison.

Shen Zhuohua is waiting there. His body is only dirty and his ink hair is a little messy.

"Miss." Yueying, jade Qingzhu, Duke Shen and Chen Jia came to the prison together. They looked at Shen Zhuohua sitting there and hurriedly called.

"I'll pick you up in three days." Shen Zhuohua took a cold look at Yu Lengyue on one side, and the latter said nothing more.

"Burning Hua..." Chen Jia saw her thin face and hurriedly stretched out her hand to touch it. She was also distressed.

"Mother, father." when Shen Zhuohua knew they could come here, he said he could go out and bowed slightly.

"Silly child, you've been wronged. You'd better go back quickly." Chen Jia's eyes are also wronged and takes the initiative to hold her hand to leave.

Looking at the jade bamboo, Shen Zhuohua nodded slightly and said hello.

Yu Qingzhu glanced at Yu Lengyue on one side and the pipa bone on his body.

Shen family.

News from Shen Zhuohua spread like wildfire.

Hua Ling and Gu Jingrun also heard the sound and looked at Shen Zhuohua with worry.

"Let you worry." Shen Zhuohua put on his clothes, looked at the people outside the yard, smiled at the people in front of him, and bowed slightly.

"You're fine. Why are you so polite." Hua Ling stopped him first.

"Why are you here?" Shen Zhuohua looked at Hua Ling, who was wearing a woman's bun, and couldn't help counting softly.

"When we came back today, we just saw Mo'er and Mingzhu. When we asked, we knew something had happened to you."

Hua Ling's words also have the meaning of blame, "why don't you say a word."

"Where to go for the wedding joy? Bad luck." Shen Zhuohua naturally can't tell.

"You're superstitious. Let's go. My aunt has prepared the food and is waiting for us." Chen Mo'er looked at Shen Zhuohua with a smile.

"You've lost a lot of weight these days." Hai Mingzhu took her hand and went out.

Yu Qingzhu, Gu Jingrun and Qian Boyuan followed.

On the table.

Chen Jia wanted to give all the good things to Shen Zhuohua, and the bowl was piled into a hill.

"Aunt, what are you doing? We haven't eaten yet." Chen Mo'er looked at Chen Jia helplessly.

"These are enough for you to eat." Chen Jia said with a smile on her hand.

"Mother, if your daughter is not hungry, you can eat," Shen Zhuohua said, and put the dishes in front of her in her bowl.

"Good." Chen Jiaxin was very happy. She also sat in a chair and felt a lot at ease.

"Shen Xianjun, congratulations. It's snowy to settle your grievance." Yu Qingzhu took the initiative to pick up the wine cup in his hand and offered a glass of wine.

"I want to thank you, Mr. Fang, and all of you for your concern for Zhuohua's safe return this time. I'll do it first." Shen Zhuohua got up from his chair, raised his glass and toasted to the people.

Jade Qingzhu also smiled and drank the wine in his glass.

"Where's father?" Shen Zhuohua looked around and didn't see the figure of Duke Shen.

"Your father went to Ye's house. Although Xu Qing has stopped shiye, he has to give an account of it." Chen Jiawen explained in a low voice.

"Zhuohua, where's the Marquis? Something happened to you. Why doesn't the Marquis stop?" Chen Mo'er took a bite and looked at her curiously.

Shen Zhuohua, who was eating, was stunned. "He is ill. Lin'er's going to collect herbs in the mountains this time is also for him. I don't want him to worry, so don't mention it." Shen Zhuohua's eyes drooped slightly with worry.

Qian Boyuan and Gu Jingrun looked at each other. No one said more. They secretly felt that Shen Zhuohua was really a master. The mood was too high.

After three rounds of wine, the people also dispersed one after another. Shen Zhuohua looked at Yu Qingzhu and was the last to go, "Lord Fang..."

"Now the situation is special. He le and Xu Qing went to the prince's house together." yuqingzhu naturally knows what she means.

"Young Master Yu..." before Shen Zhuohua finished, he heard the voice of jade Qingzhu.

"Just call me Qingzhu. You and I are friends and share weal and woe." Yu Qingzhu looked at her face and whispered an explanation.

"OK, Qingzhu, I'll trouble you about the pipa bone. I promise to pick her up in three days."

Shen Zhuohua said softly.

"It's easy to say," said Yu Qingzhu, and turned away.

In the courtyard.

Mother Li and rui'er cried again, and Shen Zhuohua comforted them for a while before they went back.

At night.

Shen Zhuohua leaned against the head of the bed. It was really difficult to sleep. He planned to go out for a walk. He wore a cloak and went out. He looked at the silver white in the yard and reflected a faint white light under the moon.

"Why are you here?"

The voice in Shen Zhuohua's ear couldn't help but walk over curiously and see that Ruier was busy in the small kitchen with flour in his hand.

"I'll help you." Han Yi's cold voice sounded without a trace of temperature. He also actively stretched out his hand to help Ruier pick up a bag of flour.

"No, you can't help. I've just studied a new dessert. Let me try it for you."