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Chapter 509 Blood Lotus Grass
Yinhua is the great highness of Dongchuan, and he strictly abides by the rules, but that is also in Lin'an, leaving Lin'an, he exposed the playful nature of the teenager, first strolled around the street, and went to visit some close relatives of the royal family Drinking tea and talking at home, I didn't come back until midnight.

The candles in Jingyu's room were still bright. Jingyu was reading the documents with a vermilion pen, while Su Yu and Lingyuan read the documents to her. While she was dealing with the ones in her hand, she told them how to approve the others. The speed was very fast. But there are too many documents, and there are still many left.

Yinhua was opening the window outside the door, looking inside without panting.

Rong Zhan was very helpless standing behind him, and reminded in a low voice: "Young master, go back to sleep, it's already late."

"Is sister like this every night?"

Rong Zhan replied honestly: "My lady only sleeps for an hour a day. There are too many things to deal with, and she can't handle them all with a snooze."

Yinhua cried out in a low voice: "How is it possible, the queen mother still rests every day."

Rong Zhan snorted coldly: "That's because the empress has already dealt with most of the things, otherwise the empress wouldn't have time to spare."

"Oh." He didn't mind Rong Zhan's disrespect to the empress, but continued to open the window: "Sister didn't eat much, she is still sick."

After thinking about it, he ran back to the house and took a box out to Rong Zhan: "Cook it for sister."

When Rong Zhan looked at the red sandalwood and gold box, he felt that it was precious, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"I don't know what it is. I took it out of the warehouse before I came. These things are rare. I think they should be very precious, so I brought them all. Anyway, my father never eats them, so it's useless to keep them. "

He said lightly, but Rong Zhan didn't believe it. He carried the box to the kitchen and opened it quietly, and then saw five or six blood lotus plants.

Rong Zhan closed the box tightly with a 'snap', looked around like a thief, wrapped the box in clothes and immediately went back to find Jingyu, Yinhua was no longer opening the window, so Rong Zhan went in.

While Jing Yu was drinking tea, he opened the box. Su Yu and Ling Yuan didn't know what it was, but Jing Yu's gaze paused.

"Blood lotus grass? Aren't they all in the treasury?"

Rong Zhan told the truth: "Mr. Yinhua took it from Baili Mansion. He said there were only so many, so he brought it all. Let his subordinates use this to make up for the queen."

Jing Yu held the teacup and did not move: "This is a tribute from a foreigner. It has been kept in the national treasury for decades. If it is not a matter of life and death, no one will touch her. The empress lost her child and collapsed, and it was this thing that saved her. How could he take out such an important thing so easily."

Rong Zhan was taken aback: "Could it be that Mrs. Wang deliberately let the son steal it and give it to the queen?"

"Otherwise?" Jing Yu put down the teacup: "It is estimated that Bailixiang lent Yinhua's hand to me because he knew that I would not accept it. It's just that such a precious thing is too extravagant to make up for one's health. Keep it Bar."

She picked up the document and continued to read, Rong Zhan felt a little pity, looked at Su Yu, but Su Yu smiled meaningfully, Rong Zhan immediately understood what she meant, closed the box and put it down.

If you can't eat it tomorrow, then you can come quietly.

The second day was the first day of the first lunar month, and Yinhua was quarreled while he was still in bed. He was so curious that he put on his clothes and ran out.

There were more than a dozen common people kneeling outside the lobby. Those in heavy snow were still dressed in rags. A few children were shivering from the cold, worse than beggars on the street. Jing Yu was standing in front of them. Kneeling at her feet was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old The young man in the same clothes is also in poor clothes, but there is a bone knife pinned to his waist.

(End of this chapter)