I grew up in the prime minister's office since I was young, and I saw it most thoroughly. The concubine Rong's mother is very high-spirited. She always feels that the common girl is bullied. When she is in the prime minister's house, she has the custom of letting the slaves around her go to the top. "

When Liu Xiang went back all the way back, her mind was full of Su Hong and Ming Fei's words. When she entered Fanghua hall, Rong Fei was already impatient and said, "but I asked you to take some things and lingered for a long time without coming back."

"Excuse me. When I went to Jinghan palace, they kept them in stock. I waited a little longer."

"Hum, you are just like the short-lived ghost Liu Yue. You are very unlucky. I don't know what's wrong with this palace. I've been assigned to serve you. "

When kicking to Liu Yue, Liu Xiang's eyebrows gently raised, just lowered her head, Rong Fei didn't find out. Rong Fei murmured and turned over the things, and said, "so is my father. It's OK to send things directly to this palace. I have to turn my hand. Maybe my elder sister has taken all the good things."

Liu Xiang didn't dare to talk much. She stepped down when she didn't pay attention.

When Liu Xiang returns to her own room, Liu Xiang's head is full of the situation of concubine Rong scolding Liu Yue. Liu Yue's death is related to her. It is clearly that day that she provoked the queen first, and then made the empress more crazy. But when Liu Xiang comes back, Liu Yue has been killed. According to the palace people, Liu Yue testified that it was the empress who attacked the concubine without any reason, which led to her Majesty's anger and dragged Liu Yue down to the staff.

Liu Yue was killed by her. If Liu Yue told the truth at that time, all the people in Fanghua hall would be punished to wash clothes Bureau. It should be Rong Fei who was punished.

Liu Xiang pushes out the door when she hears the noise of the next door. She sees that the candle light is bright in Liu Yue's room, the door is open, and there is a voice of talking inside. The old things used by Liu Yue have been thrown out and scattered all over the ground.

Liu Xiang went to pick it up, but was hit by the burden, "what are you doing? Liu Yue's things are thrown out. "

Inside Zhang Bo's voice came out, "throw the thing that sweeps a star to, keep bad luck, make Niang's heart unhappy."

When the speaker came out, Liu Xiang was surprised and said, "grape, is it you?"

"After that, I will be the maid in charge of the Maiden's personal affairs. Naturally, I have the right to deal with the short-lived ghost's things." Grape inserted waist way, "you several take these despicable dirty thing to burn."

"No, grapes, what are you doing? This is Liu Yue's stuff. How many days has she been dead? "

Several palace maids took Liu Xiang and snatched the things in her hands. Liu Xiang grabs Liu Yue's clothes and tears them down. All the clothes are torn.

Except for the piece in Liu Xiang's hand, the rest was taken away and burned. Liu Xiang crawls on the ground, grabs the pieces of clothes, and her eyes are full of hate.

Grape looked at her, more disdainful, "if you look at me like this again, I will palm your mouth. I don't think about who I am now

Liu Xiang, holding the fragment of her clothes, stood up and went back to the room in silence. Her hands were clenched to death...

in Weiyang hall, the wind Qingqian sat in front of the bronze mirror and gave her a jade comb to follow the green silk. Mingyou suddenly jumped up suddenly, and the hairpin in her hand suddenly stabbed him.

Feng Qing shallow no defense, embarrassed back a retreat, or she rowed to the shoulder, Mingyou did not stop, continue to stab. Feng Qingqian immediately blocked her hand and removed her hairpin. She pressed her hand, but she couldn't bear to exert herself, for fear that she would hurt.

Mingyou is like a small animal with open teeth and claws. It makes a whimper, "woo Hoo Hoo!"

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