Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 271 Father Doesn't Want Me Anymore! (1)
Wei Heng pinched Wu Liangyuan's chin, glanced at her throat, and couldn't help but change his face slightly, saying: "The throat is ruined!"

Her throat is ruined, but she still has hands.

This Wu Liangyuan is not an illiterate rural woman.

It wasn't that she committed suicide in fear of crime, but that man only made her unable to speak?And this just proves that she will not be the mastermind in this matter, and there is someone else behind it.

What that person did was clearly a declaration of war.

Is this provocation?
Yin Zhan was silent for a while, then raised his hand, pointed at the tea bowl that Wu Liangyuan had used before on the table next to him, and said, "Go and call Wei Lin to inspect the contents of this tea bowl."

If it hurt Wu Liangyuan's throat, then it could only be that someone mixed something into the tea soup she used.

The guard in casual clothes responded and rushed out.

There were many pilgrims in the monastery at the moment, and Yin Li was unwilling to deal with them, so he asked Song Chuxi to play in the carriage at the gate together.

This little girl was extremely domineering, and because it was Yin Zhan's carriage, she only made a special case for Song Chuxi, and did not allow Shunyu to come along with her.

Probably for the convenience of taking his daughter with him often, Yin Zhan's carriage is not very conspicuous from the outside, but the interior layout is extraordinarily spacious and bright.In order to give Yin Li space for her to play, the table was made very small, and it was only placed on one side. The cabinet near the corner was relatively larger, and the corners of the cabinet and the table were specially polished and smooth.The entire compartment was covered with thick woolen blankets, on which were scattered a lot of small objects, ranging from dolls, wooden swords, to pearls and jewellery, and there were also valuable rare items inside.

After getting in the car, Yin Li took out a candy from her purse and put it in her mouth, then got into the cabinet with half of her body, and took out her treasures one by one to show off to Song Chuxi.

Song Chuxi joked with her perfunctorily, and took a look at the carriage by the way. It was not so much that Yin Zhan raised his daughter delicately, but rather that he raised this little girl too extravagantly.

He has always been rigorous, it is really hard to imagine what it will be like once he softens.

Song Chuxi accompanied Yin Li to admire her precious treasures, but at the same time, he was absent-mindedly thinking about Yan Yue's affairs. When he was losing his mind, he heard the voice of a guard outside: "Second boss, the prince told you to come over. .”

Wei Lin went up to meet him and asked the whole story.

The two whispered a few words, Song Chuxi was in the carriage and couldn't hear clearly.

In the end, Wei Lin looked back at the carriage with some uneasiness, and told the guards who were guarding a little further away: "Protect the little princess, don't let outsiders get close to the carriage, I will come as soon as I go."

"Yes!" Several guards agreed, and Wei Lin hurriedly entered the temple again.

Since Yin Zhan stepped in, Song Chuxi wasn't worried that this matter would get out of hand.It's just that this incident itself is too weird and terrifying, at least in her impression, no one should be able to set up this situation.Is it only for Yan Yue, or for Liao Qianhua and the Liao family's crown princess?
Who is behind this matter?He was able to accurately grasp and use it on Qingniang's daughter?Who on earth can spy on this?

And no matter who he is, this person must not be kept, can Yin Zhan find him out?

"Sister Chuchu? What's wrong with you?" Seeing her wandering, Yin Li poked her arm suspiciously.

"Oh! It's nothing." Song Chuxi quickly collected his mind and smiled back at her.

After such a short time, the carriage was filled with things everywhere, making it a mess.

Song Chuxi pulled Yin Li's little hand helplessly, squeezed her soft fingers and said, "If you make it like this, your father and king will see it later, won't you scold you?"

"Someone will take it!" Yin Li said disapprovingly, and continued to lower her head to play with her gadgets.

Song Chuxi smiled again helplessly, glanced casually, and suddenly saw an old rectangular nanmu box placed on top of the cabinet in the corner.The color of the box was very old, and it looked out of place with everything else in the carriage.

"That—" Song Chuxi was suspicious, and pouted at Yin Linu, "What kind of box is that?"

Yin Li looked back, then got up, ran over in a jerk, stood on tiptoe, carried the box from the cabinet, and put it in front of Song Chuxi, "It's my father's flute. I got it from the craftsman in the morning. Bring it back."

Song Chuxi opened it casually.

Inside the box are two flutes lying side by side, which are made of nine-section purple bamboo, but judging from the quality, they are both old objects of some years.

"Why—" Song Chuxi was surprised, frowned suspiciously, and murmured, "Are there actually two dongxiaos?"

"Isn't it just two?" Yin Li felt that her question was strange, so he put down the doll in his hand and crawled over, took out a flute from the box to play with, and said, "Father said, this is called flute." The dragon, the phoenix, and the flute are tokens of love between the emperor's grandfather and grandmother."

Yin Zhan's mother concubine, Concubine Shu, died of illness half a year earlier than the late emperor. There were rumors that the late emperor was saddened by her death, so he also died within half a year after her death.

Song Chuxi took out another hole flute from the box to check, the flute in Yin Li's hand was engraved with the pattern of a coiling dragon, while the one she was holding was engraved with a flying phoenix. But relatively speaking, the dragon flute is better preserved, and this phoenix flute is probably because people often touch and use it. Visible scratches.

Song Chuxi's fingertips slowly rubbed the rough scratches, and suddenly she bent her lips and let out a smile.

Here Yin Li is holding another flute, puffing her cheeks and drooling. It's just that her hands are small and can't be manipulated. In addition, she doesn't know what to do, so she can only make a little noise now and then.

Song Chuxi simply leaned leisurely against the wall of the carriage behind him, admiring her flushed face and bulging cheeks.

Yin Li competed with himself, hugging the hole flute, he just blew air fiercely in it, his ears were red at the end and his neck was thick. When he raised his head, he saw Song Chuxi squinting at her jokes with a leisurely expression. Playing casually in her hand, she turned the phoenix flute as if it grew on her finger, and it couldn't fall off no matter what.

(End of this chapter)