You are the only one who dreams back to the previous life

Chapter 45

For several days in a row, I stayed behind closed doors, hiding in my room without seeing the light of day.It's been a few days since I was so ignorant.Lifting off the thin blanket wrapped around her body, she couldn't help being clever, it was so cold.Counting the days around the beginning of autumn, the weather is gradually getting cooler.I shrink back and quickly put on the blanket.Over the past few days, I have been thinking about it for a long time, and the longer I think, the more I feel that Li Wei cannot be the Eight Lord Party.

First of all, Li Wei in history was a servant of the fourth master's hidden residence, and his loyalty is unquestionable; secondly, the attitude of "don't care" can't explain anything. There must be other channels for the deduction of the eighth master; Well, if Li Wei was a spy of the Eighth Master, it would be impossible for him to reveal it to me so blatantly.So to sum up, this is a countermeasure of bare fruit (naked) fruit (naked), and it also proves that Li Wei is sincerely surrendering.

I let out a long sigh, and felt an innumerable feeling in my heart, excitement, loss, helplessness... In short, I am now 'cold water - no energy'.After finally solving the riddle, I found that it was 'expected'.It's boring, but it's itchy not to guess.This is like a bowl of rotten porridge with clear soup and little water, you can only ask for satiety, not taste.

When I am worried that there is nothing new, entertainment will come to my door automatically.In the imperial garden in autumn, delicate and colorful daisies are blooming.Kangxi picked a day and invited everyone to the Imperial Garden for a gathering.

Flower viewing has never been my thing.Looking at the so-called "dignified and charming" potted plants that have been cut several times, I really don't understand what is so good about them.But this time I had to go by the emperor's order, and this is another bowl of 'rotten porridge'.

I quickly changed my clothes and obeyed orders, and rushed to the banquet immediately.When I arrived at the Imperial Garden, I realized that I forgot my temple pressing pins. Fortunately, my temples are not messy, so I can cover them up a bit.After I knelt down, I found a remote corner to stay.Even in a corner, there are still glances overlapping.Surprisingly, I didn't look back, my eyes drooped casually to one side.

Tasting dim sum is a routine, and this time is no exception, except for the abnormal behavior of Concubine De.There was a cool breeze, although it was not yet the time for the autumn wind to sweep the fallen leaves, it was still very cool, but Concubine De felt that the cakes were not refreshing enough, so she wanted some refreshing snacks.The ancient version of eating ice cream in winter!

After a while, the newly made dim sum was presented.I stared dumbfounded at the newly delivered dim sum, isn't that, isn't it, oysters!An ominous premonition welled up in my heart, and I vaguely felt that something would happen and the finger would be pointed at me.

Concubine De tasted it, one bite at a time.That happy smile made me shudder somehow, why was it so uncomfortable?

Soon, some people brought people up with their own ideas.Yu's swollen cheeks were bulging, drawing a discordant arc, and he was the eunuch in charge that day.I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over.

But some people still refused to let go, and the eunuch refused to give the reward, insisting that it was my 'enemy' who came up with the idea.Is he a saint who repays virtue with hatred?I don't believe it!The chest felt like a splashing drum, and there was a burst of 'ping-pong-pong'.

I wanted to deny it flatly, but I was afraid of arousing suspicion.After all, who would give up rewards unless they did something intentionally.If I keep silent, I will be caught if I agree, and I will be caught if I don’t agree. It is better to be silent.But I forgot, is this a place where you can not be held accountable if you don't make a sound?of course not.

Of course, someone will force me to admit it, or force this 'shit pot' on my head. "Man is a knife, I am a fish." The so-called meat on the cutting board is probably referring to me now.

(End of this chapter)