Princess's Mansion

The old housekeeper's surname is Li, and everyone in the mansion calls him Bo Li.

At this time, he came to Princess Pingle with a large basket of rosemary in his hand: "Princess, the rosemary has been collected a lot."

Ping Le was lying lazily on the imperial concubine's couch at this time. There were two beautiful male pets next to her rubbing her shoulders and pinching her legs. She opened her eyes slightly and responded: "Take it down and cook it."

"Where is the prince?"

Bo Li respectfully said: "It's in the king... in Qiao Xiangsi."

Everyone in the mansion knew that Qiao Xiangsi was the princess of the county, but Pingle did not admit it, and they did not dare to mention it.

Ping Le sneered: "I'll prepare the soup for avoiding the baby tomorrow morning." She took a sachet out: "Please soak it in rosemary for her, and I said I gave it to her."

Uncle Li glanced at Princess Pingle and sighed in his heart. It seemed that Princess Pingle's patience was at its limit.

The attitude of Prince Xun also confused him. He seemed to hate Qiao Xiangsi, but he could rescue her from Princess Pingle every time.

Both mother and son are strange people.

Qiao Xiangsi's courtyard.

Since Princess Pingle did not allow her to live with Meng Shiyuan, she lived in a small yard where she lived since childhood.

The wound on her forehead had already scabbed. She was now wiping the plaster on her hands. The door of the room was suddenly opened. Qiao Xiangsi looked back in shock. It was Meng Shiyuan who came in.

She stood up crampedly, Meng Shiyuan came in and patted the water on her sleeves, and it started raining outside at some point.

He explained indifferently: "It happened to be passing by and came in to shelter from the rain."

Qiao Xiangsi wiped the stool she had sat on with her sleeves and wiped it. She only lived in this yard. She did the cleaning on weekdays, and there was not even a girl who was sweeping, as if she was exiled to this corner.

Although the two were husband and wife, they were as cold as strangers. Qiao Xiangsi put the stool in front of Meng Shiyuan: "Sit."

She felt a little bitter. Whether this relationship of existence and death should end? Princess Pingle doesn't like her, no matter how much she does, she can't change it.

She blocked her mouth again when she wanted to keep things in her mouth, which made her feel depressed and she couldn't say it at all.

Meng Shiyuan's eyes passed by the wound on her forehead and stayed on her face. Qiao Xiangsi was not a stunning beauty. She looked beautiful, but her own temperament was like a grass living in the cracks. Even though she was covered in bruises, she still lived tenaciously.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Qiao Xiangsi looked at him in shock, feeling even more sad. Every time she was injured, she could get Meng Shiyuan's little care. She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

She held it in and out of her mind, but decided to tell Meng Shiyuan clearly: "We... let's live with each other."

Qiao Xiangsi looked a little sad: "The princess doesn't like me." She wanted to laugh, but she looked ugly than crying: "I won't delay you."

She had talked about Heli many times, and Meng Shiyuan always had such a cold expression, either leaving without saying a word or shut up.

This time he stood up and looked at her down: "I still remember what you said to me when you were fourteen years old?"

Qiao Xiangsi's memory suddenly stopped at the 14-year-old Lantern Festival. She came out with Meng Shiyuan to put on lanterns for the first time. She cherished the opportunity to be with him.

So when the lights were turned on, she made a wish: Even if Meng Shiyuan didn't like her, she would love Meng Shiyuan all her life and stay with him for the rest of her life until the end of her life.

Because Meng Shiyuan once told her that she would protect her for the rest of her life.

Qiao Xiangsi's eyes turned red and her lips trembled a little: "I remember, what about you? You forgot, you forgot everything you said before."

Her life was not good, but unexpectedly she could match Meng Shiyuan's birth date and horoscope, so she was sold to the princess's mansion by her biological parents. When she was a child, she didn't even dare to cry. She was afraid of being kicked out and left to the streets since then.

Even when she was eating, she didn't dare to say that she was not full, for fear of being scolded. Princess Pingle has let her die after she brought her to the mansion.

On the day when she was almost cold and starved to death, her self-rescue instinct made her sneak into Meng Shiyuan's room, and it was also the day he saved her.

Later she found out that this beautiful sick man was her future husband, and the reason why he was sick was because he refused to drink medicine, and he poured out the medicine he had boiled every time.

Later, it was said that Chong Xi married Meng Shiyuan, but in fact he deliberately made himself seriously ill, and then married her and cured his illness.

Because, he said that this would allow her to be protected under his wings.

But reality is a bit contrary to the previous vows, and she is a little tired.

Meng Shiyuan turned around and closed the door, then walked to her: "Xi, let's have a baby."

Qiao Xiang's thoughts were all said in his mouth. She looked at him in surprise, then smiled bitterly: "Don't bother, there will be another bowl of wardrobe soup tomorrow."

Regardless of whether Meng Shiyuan slept with her or not, Princess Pingle would always hand her a bowl of steaming hot soup for her to drink the next day.

"I will find a way." Meng Shiyuan held her strongly and reached the bedside. He raised Qiao Xiangsi's chin and kissed her.

"Hold on it and you will be free soon."

The bed curtains are covered, and the spring scenery is pleasant.

*

There are thunderstorms outside, as if it is about to start winter, it always likes raining.

Xu Anan lit the light and sat in front of the window watching the night rain. The rain hit the leaves of the sycamore trees outside, making a rustling sound.

He Qing saw that she was still studying sachets, shook her head helplessly: "An An, take a break. You have been studying for a day, aren't you tired?"

Next to the window is a small table with osmanthus flowers in the sachet and the scented dead grass, and next to it is Xue Meixiang's note.

She drew all the key people on a piece of paper, starting from the first deceased He Han, and contacted the Guixiang Pavilion where she worked. She painted on the paper and sorted out all the characters, and He Min was also in it at the end.

The sachet unconsciously went to the haunted house and then died inside.

"He Qing."

He Qing, who was suddenly named, said "ah".

Xu Anan pointed at He Han and pointed at Guixiang Pavilion: "It is said that He Han also likes to make incense. Could it be that He Han made a unique incense seed and then caused the death disaster?"

"After the people from Guixiang Pavilion killed He Han, they threw him into the haunted house, but they did not expect to create an opportunity for the murderer behind them, and the women died mysteriously one by one."

He Qing nodded: "You seem to make sense... It's just that these women were fine before entering the haunted house, but they died after entering."

"Since they know there is danger, how could they go in?"
Chapter completed!