The evil king's wife is strictly controlled: the black-bellied killer concubine

The sun was setting and the sky was painted orange.

Hua Rongruo stood quietly by the lake, looking quietly at the mirror-like lake water. It was here that Qingqiao fell in. She was sure that Qingqiao was pushed down, but because there was no evidence, she could not Can't accuse anyone.

"Don't worry, I won't let Qingqiao suffer for nothing! Hua Rong will not let it go." Helian Qiyu stood not far behind Hua Rongruo and persuaded him in a low voice. He knew who the murderer was in his heart. He was accompanied by a hidden guard, although no one caught Qingqiao falling into the water, but at that moment it was clear who was leaving and who was approaching.

"You shouldn't be handed over to Hua Zhongxun!" Hua Rongruo turned around and glared at Helian Qiyu. The brilliance of the setting sun fell on his jade-like face. Coincidentally, now lying on the bed, Hua Rongruo couldn't help but not criticize.

Although, she also knew in her heart that Helian Qiyu did this in order not to embarrass her.

She chose to take the path of worshiping Master Wenjing herself, so she must keep her status as the third lady of Huafu, and she must not tear face with the whole of Huafu.

Helian Qiyu didn't explain, but just quietly accompanied her.

He knew that if Hua Rong was smart, he must already know who the murderer was.

The lakeside had already been dealt with by people, and the people were all from Huafu, so it was naturally not easy to ask what, what's more, Hua Zhongxun hoped that Qingqiao would fall into the water by herself more than anyone else.

Only in this way can he clean himself up.

"Go back, the matter will come to light sooner or later, even if they erase all the evidence, I won't make it easy for that person, go back first, now Qingqiao needs you the most." Seeing that it was getting late, Helian Qiyu comforted him softly .

Hua Rongruo also knew that she couldn't be too reckless and nodded lightly. Anyway, there will be a result tomorrow.

But at this moment, Hua Zhongxun is still under the scrutiny of formalism. He is looking forward to Qingqiao's death tonight, so that he can determine the matter as falling into the water, but at this time Qingqiao is not dead, he dare not make a conclusion.

In the room, Qingqiao lay motionless on the bed. Hua Rongruo walked over slowly and came to her side. Seeing Hua Rongruo coming in, Minglan asked in a low voice, "Miss San hasn't had dinner yet, servant girl?" Have someone prepare it for you!"

Hua Rongruo nodded lightly. Although she must not be hungry, she didn't want to cause trouble for others, "Just get some pastries!"

Seeing that she agreed, Ming Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly went out to prepare.

It was night, and the room was quiet. The moonlight poured through the window like a galaxy on the ground. In the room, there was only one lamp lit by the bedside. The wick was slightly longer at the moment, so that the room was a little dark.

Hua Rongruo sat quietly on the round stool next to the carved bed, her face was expressionless, her pair of delicate big eyes were extraordinarily bright in the dark night, she gently and calmly fell on the delicate face with her eyes tightly closed on the bed On the bed, she had been sitting motionless for a long time.

After the madness, she soon calmed down, Qingqiao would not want to see her immersed in sadness, and she couldn't let herself be depressed, let her loved ones hurt her enemies, she wanted to hurt Qingqiao's blood for blood.

Although Qingqiao is a bit stupid, she is not a reckless and unstable person. It is impossible to just pick a lotus leaf and fall into the water. What's more, the wound is definitely caused by a sharp weapon. Different forces will definitely not cause the same depth.