Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 112

"Too."

Axiu thinks so.

"However, he sent me an interesting message just now, Axiu, work hard these few days and secretly observe the whereabouts of my concubine sister, Murong Ziqing," Murong Jiujiu ordered.

Axiu immediately made a bitter face.

"Miss, why is it that you are a slave every time you listen to the corners?"

Murong Jiujiu asked amusedly: "Then who is the most capable maidservant in our yard?"

"Of course it's a slave."

"Then who has the best martial arts and the highest lightness?"

"Of course she's also a slave."

"Then who is the smartest person, knows how to adapt to the situation, and runs the fastest when something happens, and who is the most worry-free for this lady?"

"Of course she's still a slave?" Axiu lowered her head resignedly, she knew it.

"So, those who can do more work, let's go."

Murong Jiujiu smiled and waved his little hand.

"But Miss, the Queen's Horse Club will be held in three days. Are you sure you don't want to practice equestrianism in advance? The two cousins ​​and the third lady have been busy in the backyard for the past few days."

Axiu reminded.

"I don't intend to win the race, but it seems that I haven't seen my Bai Xueyu Carved Dragon for a few days. What if I have a birth relationship with me?"

Murong muttered to himself for a long time.

But as soon as the words were finished, Ning'er hurried in and said: "Miss, it's not good, your Bai Xueyu Diaolong suddenly vomited and diarrhea for some reason in the morning, and he was lying in the stable and refused to get up. It is estimated that the illness is not serious."

"what?"

Axiu was startled when she heard the words, and then immediately entered into a state of self-reasoning, rubbing her chin and said bitterly: "Is this possible and such a coincidence? Someone must have deliberately framed it, and I don't want the lady to participate in the horse meeting in three days. If the servants catch her The chief culprit must have his body cut into thousands of pieces, stripped off the top of the tower..."

"Miss."

At this time Qiu Ju hurried in again and reported: "Someone outside the Prime Minister's Mansion sent a horse, what is it called Cangshan Yunmo, miss, do you want to accept it?"

"Hey, Cangshan Yunmo doesn't belong to the master..."

Axiu shrank her neck in shock, stared at her, and then immediately entered the ostrich state, trying to use silence to atone for her sins. God, she actually spoke ill of the master, will the master send someone to kill her quietly?

Axiu wants to cry but has no tears.

Murong smiled for a long time, poured himself a cup of tea, and then said: "Take it, watch carefully, don't let anyone manipulate it, as for the murderer who murdered Bai Xueyu Diaolong... let him get away with it."

"boom……"

Before he could finish speaking, a collapsed sound suddenly came from the boudoir.

"Miss, it seems that your bed has collapsed?"

"Ok, I know."

Murong Jiujiu calmly drank his tea.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

While Murong Jiujiu sent people to investigate the wind outside, he also took advantage of the wound on his hand that healed up a lot, and finally tinkered with a decent sachet.

"Here, how about your mandarin duck playing in the water?"

In the evening, like offering a treasure, he handed the embroidered sachet to Baili Yuhua.

The latter finally lowered his poetic and picturesque face, his slender fingers, checked carefully, and asked, "Are you sure you embroidered this?"

Then he slowly took out another sachet from his sleeve, and made a serious comparison.

"..."

Isn't that the sachet given to Su Yuche a few days ago?
"Murong Jiujiu, do you think the sachet for seeing off your man behind your back is suitable?"

Although this guy hasn't been convulsing so much recently, when he squints his eyes to look at people, it still gives people a creepy feeling.

Murong Jiujiu immediately shook his head like a rattle, and said with a smile: "Of course it's not suitable, but Yi Yuhua, with your picky eyesight, you should be able to tell that his is not embroidered by me at all, but you are, although The technique is a little bit inferior, but it’s worth it because of a deep heart.”

Baili Yuhua raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and an imperceptible smile flashed across his eyes.

"For the sake of being so well-behaved today, the king of this county will send you a message for free. There is a person who wants your life. He is rushing back to the capital at the starry night. Maybe you can meet at the horse race tomorrow."

Pressing against the woman's warm jade-like ear, he said a gentle word.

Murong Jiujiu seemed to have expected it long ago, and smiled unpredictablely, "There are ghosts and snakes every year, it seems that tomorrow is the most, tell me, who is this sacred?"

"Murong Ruiyi."

Baili Yuhua spoke out a name softly.

Murong Ruiyi, the eldest son of the Xiangfu, the only son of the Su family, and the younger brother of Murong Ziyan, was sent to Linzhou Mansion by Murong Zheng when he was eight years old to study with a great Confucian. Will come back, it can be seen that he has carried Murong Zheng's expectations.

He must not want him to participate in the battle in the back house. I am afraid that this kid got the news and sneaked back by himself, just wanting her life, which is not so easy.

In Murong Jiujiu's dark eyes like autumn water, a strange look flashed by.

Looking at the woman who is sometimes obedient, sometimes tender, and sometimes cunning like a fox, in Baili Yuhua's long and narrow glazed phoenix eyes, a trace of pampering flashed by.

Horse Club.

It can also be regarded as a grand gathering of upstarts from the court and China after the peony meeting held by Princess Gaoyang.

It's just that this time there is no such thing as the last time's competition for beauty, talent and beauty, but there are more fresh clothes and angry horses. The son should be more heroic, so as to promote what he likes.

However, this year after year, it seems that things have backfired.

I didn't pick out one pleasing to the eye, but there was a group of extravagant equestrians for flattery.

The empress seems to have accepted this fact, and she has stopped demanding in recent years, and has simply expanded the Jockey Club's projects, such as Cuju for upstarts, hunting and archery, and so on.

But in this way, one day can't be done at all.

So every year, the ladies and gentlemen would choose to stay at the Blue Pagoda Temple next to the royal hunting ground in the outskirts, so today when they go out, they not only have to bring their love clothes, but also all the clothes for at least three days.

and accompanying guards.

"Compared to this quiet and unchanging life in the boudoir, this is simply a short and pleasant trip. No wonder every young lady has been looking forward to the stars and the moon for so many years." Murong Jiujiu couldn't help but sigh with emotion. One sentence.

Ning'er smiled and took over the conversation, "Not only that, the empress is a rare and magnanimous person, no invitation is required, as long as she is a new noble in the court, regardless of her son or daughter, anyone can participate, and many daughters of the younger generation are vying to participate in this horse meeting Show your face, hoping to win the eyes of the empress."

"After all, it's not all about fame and fortune."

(End of this chapter)