Empress Jinghua: The eunuch is nine thousand years old

Chapter 74 Who is the Traitor
Xia Zijin rubbed the acupuncture points on both sides of her head, and she really felt a little uncomfortable.

"Ninth Sister, she..."

Xia Zijin asked with a sigh, after all, the scarlet color could not be erased from her mind.

"The emperor personally decreed that because the nine princesses were crowned with the title of demon star, the plaque will be removed from the ancestral hall today, and even if they die, they will not be allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum, for fear of colliding with the ancestors of the Xia family." Xia Shengqing said flatly, taking Xia Zijin's place The quilt was lifted up, and although it is almost the beginning of spring, the sky is still cold and freezing.

Xia Zijin lowered her eyes, and said in silence for a moment: "Shengqing, you should set up a memorial tablet for my princess and Ninth Sister. Put it in the secret compartment of our Mosheng Garden and enshrine it secretly, otherwise this princess will not be able to feel at ease every day. "

Xia Shengqing nodded, understanding that Xia Ziwu's death was inseparable from the two of them, it's just that human nature is selfish, and he chose to keep Xia Zijin.

"As for the other side..."

She bit her lip, her expression suddenly turned cold.This time she was able to escape the careful planning of Concubine Yue and Xia Ziqi, it was all due to luck, if there was a next time, I'm afraid she would not have such good luck.

And the reason why she was thrown into prison was not only her carelessness, but also... the traitor in Mo Sheng Garden!
With a creak, the door of the inner room was pushed open by one hand, and it was Xiaokui holding a tray with a cup of warm and fragrant millet porridge on it.

"Princess, you are awake!"

Xiaokui poked her head in and saw Xia Zijin who was sitting and talking to Xia Shengqing, called out joyfully, stepped over and put down the tray, and reached out to touch Xia Zijin's forehead.

"Fortunately, the fever is gone. Last night, you had a severe fever and kept talking nonsense. You really scared Xiaokui to death!"

Xia Zijin smiled slightly, looking at Xiaokui's chattering appearance, suddenly felt a warm feeling of being reborn after a catastrophe.

"Where's Xiao Huanzi?" Suddenly remembered something, Xia Zijin asked, and there was still a doubt in his heart.

On that day, she clearly remembered to ask Xiao Huanzi to bury the Jiagu thing in the Qiluo Garden, but she somehow returned to her own yard afterwards.

If it is said that Xia Shengqing intentionally placed the ancient treasures in Libai Courtyard to save her, then the ones returned to her garden must have been put in by spies.

Xia Zijin frowned, feeling a little terrified. It seemed that all her actions that day were revealed to the eyes of Concubine Yue and Xia Ziqi through the traitor. Thinking about it like this makes one shudder.

Although she doesn't believe that Xiao Huanzi will betray her, she must catch this traitor, otherwise she will really have trouble sleeping and eating.

"Xiao Huanzi is standing outside the house. That silly boy was doing some work for the princess that day. Before he could leave the Mosheng Garden, he was hit with a sap, and his head was swollen with a big lump."

Clenching her fists, Xiao Kui said indignantly that she was also very angry at Xia Zijin's murder.

"If something went wrong, Xiao Huanzi cried with snot and tears, blaming himself every day. He heard that the princess returned to the palace safely, so he stopped making trouble. Now he hides outside the door and dare not see the princess. "After that, Xiaokui pointed at the shadow shaking outside the door.

Xia Zijin couldn't help pursing her lips, raised her volume and shouted to the door: "Little Huanzi, come in."

The figure outside the door paused, dawdling for a while, then slowly pushed open the wooden door, and walked into the room with his head down.

"...Slave pays respects to the princess." Xiao Huanzi walked up to Xia Zijin, bowed deeply to her, blushing, with an expression of embarrassment.

"Head up."

Xia Zijin said softly, without a trace of reproach in his tone, Xiao Huanzi hesitated for a while, and then slowly raised his head.

I saw that his head was wrapped with a layer of gauze, a piece that was swollen high, and it was originally round and round, so it looked even more like a lucky doll with a round and big head in the New Year pictures.

"Little Huanzi, you don't have to blame yourself. This princess has no intention of blaming you."

Xia Zijin said softly, and smiled at him.

Xiao Huanzi let go of his troubled heart, looked at Xia Zijin with a weak face, and blamed himself: "There are so many princesses, the slaves can't repay you! I failed to do what the princess told me, and I was robbed of things to frame her." Princess, slaves deserve death. If there is something wrong with the princess, slaves will have no face to live in this world!"

Hearing Xiaohuanzi's heartfelt words, Xia Zijin couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. She has Xia Shengqing's sincere treatment, and Xiaokui and Xiaohuanzi's sincere service. A kind of belonging and dependence.

"Can you see clearly who sneaked up on you and robbed you of the things you were going to put in Qiluo Garden?" Xia Shengqing said, and she was also worried about the mole in Moshengyuan.

Xiao Huanzi shook his head, touched the gauze on his head and said: "That day, I was in a hurry to go to Qiluo Garden to hand over the things to my informant, so I took a small path, and before I got out of the yard, I was hit on the head. With a heavy stick, the slave fell to the ground, opened half of his eyes in a daze, only to see a pair of rough hands pulling something from the slave's hands, and then passed out and became unconscious. What did the man look like? Didn't see anything clearly."

"Rough hands..." Xia Zijin muttered silently, without any clue in his mind.

In the Mosheng Garden, apart from the maids and eunuchs, normal men cannot enter the garden where the princesses live without a special order.But even rough envoys who do dirty work know how to take care of themselves, so they shouldn't have rough hands.

"By the way...that man leaned over when he was taking something, and the servant seemed to smell a strong smell of stove fire from that man." Xiao Huanzi patted his head and said suddenly.

"Could it be that that person followed us to the kitchen and got the smell of the stove?" Xiaokui dragged her chin, thoughtful.

"If you stay in the kitchen for a while, at most the smell of the stove will be on your hair, it's absolutely impossible to be so strong." Xia Zijin squinted her eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in her sharp eyes.

"There is only one possibility. The spy is clearly a servant who stays in the kitchen every day!"

On the long and narrow palace road, a person was walking with her head bowed. Her eyes were full of reluctance, and there was a faint bloodstain on her right cheek. She bit her lip and covered her arm. Under the light-colored maid's uniform, there was faint bloodstain. Bloodstains come.

"Oh, isn't it just because I have a concubine, what is there to be proud of!"

This woman is Fu Ling, she grinned as she covered the whip marks on her arm that Xia Ziqi had lashed out at.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Fu Ling, and that figure reached out and patted her on the shoulder, calling out abruptly.

"Miss Poria..."

The voice was old and timid, shrunk in the cloak, with panic and urgency in his eyes.

Fu Ling was startled, turned her head abruptly, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the man, dragged the man's arm to a remote place, looked around, and made sure there was no one around before she dared to make a sound. Come.

"I said Zhao Ma, what are you still pestering me for?" Fu Ling put her hands on her waist, looking impatient, and now all the anger she received from Xia Ziqi was going to be spilled on Zhao Mama.

The man took off the wide hat on top of the cloak, revealing an old face, whoever it was, the cook Mama Zhao in Mosheng Garden.

"Miss Fuling, it's not that this servant wants to pester you, it's just the money you promised to give to this servant..." Mother Zhao lowered her voice and looked up at Fuling, the eagerness in her eyes was obvious.

"Money? Where can I get such money!" Fu Ling's voice suddenly rose, and she stared at Mama Zhao.

"You said that if the maidservant does that thing for you, you will give the maidservant 1 taels of silver, how can you not have it!" Mother Zhao took two steps forward and was very surprised at Fu Ling's forgetfulness.

Fu Ling twisted her mouth and snorted lightly: "Mom Zhao, you are not young anymore, why are you so shameless? Yes, you are doing things for this girl, but you are willing, and this girl has never promised What money do I want to give you?"

Hearing what Fuling said, Mama Zhao became even more anxious, clenched her fists and said, "If you hadn't promised to give me 1 taels, how could I have buried the thing that framed the princess for you! Now you turn your face and deny anyone , are you not afraid that I will report you to the princess!"

Mother Zhao was angry and anxious, when Fu Ling approached her, she promised to give her 1 taels, as long as she could bury the ancient treasures in the Mosheng Garden when the Hussars searched the palace.

She has been a cook all her life, and it's not that she hasn't thought about taking Ming'er back to her hometown, renting a field, and finding a wife to live a good life.It's just that the cook's salary is small, even if Xia Zijin was generous to them, he would not give her 1 taels.

She was obsessed with ghosts and agreed to Fu Ling, even though she knew that Xia Zijin might be killed, she still did it for money.

Fu Ling seemed to hear some joke, she lowered her head and leaned close to Mama Zhao's ear, and said in a strange tone, "You can go if you have the ability. If the princess knows that she has always treated the cook so well, she wants to kill her for money. You say, you What's going to happen, huh?"

Zhao Ma's face turned pale, she pointed at Fu Ling with shaking fingers, gritted her teeth and said, "You..."

"What are you?" Fuling sneered, rolled her eyes at Mama Zhao and said, "Xia Zijin didn't die, the imperial concubine and the fourth princess were in a rage, and even this girl would inevitably be beaten and scolded, and the rewards were all mentioned. The fourth princess's punching bag, you old woman is still talking about this girl. If you want money, if you are not afraid of being exposed, then report it. This girl is from the imperial concubine's concubine's courtyard. Princess Mingzhu can't take my life , but can kill you!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Ling glared at Mama Zhao triumphantly, then strode away with twisted steps.

Zhao Ma fell to the ground shaking her body, her eyes were full of remorse and unwillingness, and she sobbed helplessly while covering her wrinkled face.

In this palace, people cry every day, and her desperate crying is buried under the palace wall, buried in the cold wind at the end of winter.

(End of this chapter)