Chapter 103: The Story of Lin Jieyu and Emperor Zhou
Mu Ruogu smiled, "Okay, you've been out for a day and you should be hungry. Let's talk while we eat."
Mu Zhao had been eating for a day and was not hungry, but she could tell that her third brother was waiting for her, so she agreed to eat with him.
Mu Zhao asked, "Have you called me brother?"
"No need, he came to say goodbye to me early this morning and went to pay homage to the Buddha. He probably also went to find you, but you weren't there." Mu Ruogu complained, "He went to find Yun Wuluo early in the morning."
"Hehe..." Mu Zhao said with a sneer, "Please third brother tell me about Lin Jieyu."
Mu Ruogu couldn't tell that she was changing the subject?
But he was too happy to hear, "Okay, let's chat while we eat."
Lin Jieyu's life experience is simple and simple, but it is also very unusual.
When Emperor Zhou was conquering the world, he was injured and was rescued by a peasant woman at the foot of a mountain.
After Emperor Zhou woke up, he expressed his gratitude to the peasant woman and promised that he would repay her in the future.
Later, when Emperor Zhou became emperor, he took Lin Jieyu back to the palace.
Mu Zhao asked, "Since she is a peasant woman, where is her husband? Is he dead?"
"Live well."
Mu Zhao was speechless, "What does this mean, the emperor takes the lead in robbing civilian girls?"
"Well, he asked his father to go, but his father couldn't do such a thing, and he also advised him not to repay kindness with enmity, so he asked the former Minister of Household Affairs to go, and this peasant woman, as you can guess, is Lin Jieyu."
Mu Zhao thought, no wonder the emperor pulled out her tongue before banishing her to the cold palace, because he was afraid that if she told these things, it would damage his reputation.
Mu Zhao sighed, "I got it but I don't cherish it."
Mu Ruogu said: "Yes, Lin Jieyu has a very good relationship with her husband. She is unwilling to go to the palace and has a bad attitude toward the emperor. The emperor thought it was new and fun at first, but after a while, he got bored.
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Mu Zhao could also tell from her current state.
She asked, "Then what is her husband's identity?"
"My father didn't say anything about it."
Mu Zhao told the story of the master of Chinese painting, "The wife of the master of Chinese painting has died. Do you think she might be the wife of the master of Chinese painting?"
"There are two possibilities: first, the Chinese painting master is her husband, and second, the Chinese painting master admires her."
Mu Zhao thought for a while, "But it doesn't make any difference. I asked Pinkie to keep an eye on the Chinese painting master. She will tell me if there is any movement."
"Powder butterfly?"
Mu Zhao thought that Mu Ruogu didn't know Pink Die's identity, so he told Mu Ruogu about Pink Die's identity and skills.
After listening to this, Mu Ruogu's eyes flashed with deep thought, and then he said "Oh~" with understanding.
Mu Zhao asked, "What did you think of?"
"nothing."
Mu Zhao stared at him.
Mu Ruogu gave the peeled shrimp to Mu Zhao, "Eat the shrimp."
Are you unwilling to say it?
Mu Zhao ate the shrimp, "Actually, I know even if you don't tell me, Pink Die is a member of the Xueying tribe, right?"
Mu Ruogu was surprised for a moment, then smiled, "My little sister is really smart."
"That's natural," Mu Zhao raised his chin proudly.
Mu Ruogu looked at her and smiled, then continued to peel shrimps with his head lowered, covering the dark color under his eyes.
After Mu Zhao finished eating, he went back to his room and waited for Pinkie to come back.
When she was about to go to sleep, the white butterfly suddenly appeared.
Mu Zhao cheered up instantly, "How is it?"
Pink Die said: "The painter looked at the moon for a long time, and then wrote a poem. This poem expressed his longing and love for people."
Mu Zhao asked, "Can it be signed?"
Pinkie shook her head, "No, he was quite cautious. After writing it, he wanted to burn it, but after a lot of reluctance flashed in his eyes, he still didn't want to burn it. He put it on the table and went to sleep."
"Did you bring back any poems?"
"When I was about to go down to get it, I saw a little eunuch blowing smoke into his room, so I didn't move."
Mu Zhao was a little surprised, "There are actually people staring at him."
"Well," Pinkie continued, "I just stared at the little eunuch. After the little eunuch entered, he went to his desk, and then saw the poem. He looked very happy."
Mu Zhao asked, "How did you do it?"
"When encountering this kind of situation, I usually follow him to see who is behind him, then I let him take the poem and then follow him..."
When Pinkie said this, she paused and looked at Mu Zhao.
Mu Zhao met her eyes and asked doubtfully, "Huh? What next?"
Pink Die said a little hesitantly, "Then I saw that he gave the poem to De Concubine, and I was sure that he was De Concubine's person."
"What?" Mu Zhao stood up excitedly, "Did you let him give the poem to Concubine De?" This chapter has been completed!