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A cold light flashed, and the sound of chairs passing across the ground was heard sharply, and the old emperor pulled back with his chair as if reflexively.

The armhole raised by Concubine Duan moved across quickly, and the revolving sleeve arrows made of cold light and fine iron shot towards the old emperor one after another.

This change happened only in an instant, and Concubine Duan's position was very close to the old emperor. Everyone just raised their eyes subconsciously, and the first arrow with a cold light was already approaching the old emperor's brow.

Almost at the moment when the light of cold iron shot out, another green light with a faster speed chased after it suddenly, and then the sound of collisions sounded one after another, echoing endlessly and endlessly in the dead and empty hall. It also swayed straight into the hearts of everyone.

Jing Ran moved her moving fingers, staring at the jasper with emerald green waves that came out of Changsun Qimu's sleeve, straightened her fingers to gather the three sleeve arrows shot by Concubine Duan, and hit the ground.

The gazes of everyone also fell on the finger-trap arrow on the ground, and beside it lay a piece of purple tassel jade pendant that was a step behind.

The old emperor's pupils, which had been magnified several times, suddenly shrank, and just as he let go of his gray and straight face, Concubine Duan's figure holding a sharp golden hairpin was already rushing straight to her again.

Everyone's minds raised their throats again, and Pei Jinsong, who had stood straight up when Concubine Duan raised her sleeves just now, had already rushed to the front and snatched Concubine Duan's arm holding the golden hairpin.

Between the sparks of the calcium carbide, everyone heard only a crackling sound of bone cracking. Concubine Duan's forearm had been turned backwards in Pei Jinsong's hand, and the golden hairpin that was stabbing at the old emperor had also been inserted straight into it. into his left ventricle.

Jing Ran's eyes shrank suddenly, and Pei Jinsong's two thick eyebrows twisted like ink threads were also lightly twisted, and he let go of his hand in a slight surprise. The eldest grandson Qichun, who rushed forward, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed his eyes without uttering a word.

Everyone in the hall was shocked by this series of events, and no one moved for a long time, and the old prince Deqin also frowned deeply.

The eldest grandson Qimu stood still in a long body in green clothes, his deep and clear eyebrows were like the thick and dark night outside the window, which could not be erased without waves or ripples.

The expression on the old emperor's always tense face kept changing, but his old eyes, which were always sharp like eagles, could not see any emotion. He was silent for a moment and said, "Come here, move Concubine Duan's body into Duanyi Palace, and choose a day for burial. .”

Immediately outside the palace, a palace official entered the palace, looking at Concubine Duan who was tightly hugged by the eldest grandson Qichun, without hesitation.

"The eighth princess will first confine her feet to the ancestors..." The old emperor squinted his eyes and looked at the eldest grandson Qichun and murmured.

Jing Ran's eyelashes flickered, and they lowered slightly to cover the mocking eyes, and the old emperor had suspicions in his heart.

"Father!" The eldest grandson Qimu, who had always been tall and tall, suddenly melted the thick fog in his eyes, and interrupted the old emperor: "The ancestral hall has been in disrepair for a long time, and this winter has been under the heavy snow. There is a crack in the end beam at the southwest corner. Erchen has ordered the Ministry of Industry to start renovations."

The ministers were slightly surprised. It was obvious that Concubine Duan's assassination of Emperor Yue today had something to do with Concubine Li's miscarriage two days ago, and Her Royal Highness Ninth Princess, who has always been indifferent to others, would speak at this time. It is the intention to help the eldest grandson Qichun.

Jing Ran also raised his eyes, and his clear and bright eyes fell on Changsun Qimu from a distance away from the hall, as if he suddenly caught something in an instant but then passed by lightly.

The old emperor was silent for a moment, not angry at being interrupted, but following the words of his eldest grandson Qimu, he said: "If that's the case, then let's confine him to Duanyi Palace."

"You don't have to stand anymore, go back." The old emperor, who seemed to have aged dozens of years in a day, swayed when he stood up, barely supported his face, and waved to everyone wearily .

The officials looked at each other a few times, full of speculation and doubts, and bowed together.

The queen who had been sitting silently glanced at the body of Concubine Duan who was being carried out, and stood up from the chair.

Chang Sun Qihong approached the front of the hall and picked up the jade pendant with purple tassels, looked at the emerald green ring finger next to it, and bent down to pick it up.

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The night was as cold as if water could be squeezed out, Jing Ran closed his eyes and leaned against the slightly shaking car wall, feeling the fluctuating and sometimes heavy breathing of the old prince Deqin.

"Hey girl! I still haven't been able to figure it out, even if Concubine Duan was really involved in Concubine Li's miscarriage, why would she be so eager to assassinate, knowing that she would not succeed? There is no turning back." Old Prince Deqin frowned while tugging at his beard.

Jing Ran knew that he was analyzing on his own, so he didn't talk to him.

Sure enough, Old Prince Deqin hissed, and said again: "Could it be that Concubine Duan has a compelling reason or is someone behind her forcing her?"

Jing Ran suddenly opened her eyes, she knew what the thing she caught just now was in a flash!

"Hey!" Seeing Jing Ran suddenly opened his eyes and was about to float away from the carriage, the old prince Deqin became anxious, grabbed her by the corner of his clothes and shouted: "Stinky girl, you are so in a hurry without saying a word." What to do!"

"You go back to the mansion by yourself, I'm going back to Baoxiang Palace!" Jing Ran said as he slapped the hand of Deloitte prince that was clutched at the corner of his robe, and was about to leave again.

The old prince Deqin raised his eyebrows, blew his beard and stared and said, "You dare to run! Have you figured out something, you stinky girl? Leave my old man here alone!"

"Where can you be alone, things that you can't figure out, the civil and military people of the dynasty, including the old emperor, must be guessing at the moment." Jing Ran was amused by him, and the corner of his mouth lowered his voice: "I If you really have to hurry up, let me tell you one thing, the hairpin that went straight into Concubine Duan's heart was not made by Pei Jinsong, let alone inserted in accidentally while pulling it inadvertently, but Concubine Duan borrowed it herself. Turning the arm and inserting it into the heart!"

After Jingran finished speaking, regardless of the astonished expression of the old prince Deqin, he floated straight out of the carriage, and flew back towards the Qingyue Palace.

However, the direction of her floating body is not Baoxiang Palace, but Duanyi Palace, which is exactly opposite to Baoxiang Palace.

Duanyi Palace is neither big nor small as a concubine's palace. Jing Ran squinted his eyes as he looked at the darkness from a distance, and a whole team of no less than a hundred Imperial Forest Army was spreading out in an orderly manner, surrounding Duanyi Palace. In the dark night, the silver-white armor shone with a cold light as he walked.

Jing Ran's ridicule was even worse in his heart, but he didn't stop moving. After guessing the direction of the inner room of the main hall, he floated straight towards the roof, but he didn't expect that there was already a person in Tsing Yi lying on the roof with cornices and tiles. , a person who burns jade.

Jing Ran: "..."

At the same time, Changsun Qimu raised his head to look at Jing Ran, his phoenix eyes flashed with surprise very quickly, then his face was sullen, his black and clear eyes stared straight at Jing Ran without speaking.

Even if he had to lie on his stomach, the Tsinghua University in this person's body was not reduced by half, as if he was lying on the roof of his own house and watching the stars.

Jing Ran pursed her lips unconsciously, stepped on the rubble of the roof and moved to Changsun Qimu's side, and also bent down, looking down through the hole that had been opened by the thief.

Jing Ran didn't speak, neither did Changsun Qimu, but his eyes still fell on Jing Ran's side face motionless.

"... Haven't seen enough, look down!" Jing Ran felt that her face was going to be on fire from her hot eyes, and could not bear it, she sent her voice into the secret passage, her nice voice was tainted with a little anger besides mild anger Something unspeakable.

Changsun Qimu's cold eyebrows and eyes were bent, and even the soft snow lotus fragrance around him seemed to warm up, and his eyes fell down again.

The decoration of the small dormitory is plain. At this moment, Concubine Duan's body has been lifted onto the bed, and beside the bed is the eldest grandson Qichun who is kneeling silently. Because she can't see the expression on her face clearly with her head down, there is no one in the room. There was no one else, it seemed that they were all sent out.

Not long after, a young palace maid walked in with red eyes, holding a copper basin of clear water in her hand, approached the eldest grandson Qichun and called out in a crying voice: "Eighth princess..."

Jing Ran stared at the little palace lady intently, seeing that the expression on her face did not seem to be fake, thinking that Concubine Duan's reputation for being virtuous and straight was indeed not fake.

Changsun Qichun's lips moved, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Put it there, and take another body..." After a moment of silence, he said again: "Forget it, you go down."

The little maid looked at the eldest grandson Qichun, then at Concubine Duan who was lying on the bed, and finally couldn't hold back her crying and covered her mouth and ran out.

Jing Ran watched Changsun Qichun get up slowly and wring out the wet towel, thinking that this was about to change clothes for Concubine Duan's clean appearance, so he raised his head, and looked directly at Changsun Qimu's eyes that moved up first .

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Jing Ran squinted at his eldest grandson Qimu, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth. Every time he was a thief, he would bump into this person. He was probably a "habitual thief."

Changsun Qimu's eyelids drooped and he didn't know what he was thinking. The long eyelashes, which are usually fine and slightly curved, rarely fit neatly on the lower eyelids, casting a soft shadow, like a cute little fan. To touch the softness of touch.

The sound of footsteps below suddenly sounded, and the mist in Jing Ran's eyes dissipated, and he looked away. Concubine Duan was lying neatly on the bed, and the eldest grandson Qichun was walking slowly towards the outer room. Yue Mo wanted to go there in person. Come here with clean clothes.

It's now!

Jing Ran and Changsun Qimu glanced at each other, and Qi Qi floated into the hall.

Time was tight, Jing Ran was about to raise his hand to pinch Concubine Duan's chin, but the eldest grandson Qimu raised his hand with a clear goal and took off the earring worn on Concubine Duan's left ear, and then swung it open very quickly, a tiny earring The dark red pill just rolled down into Changsun Qimu's palm.

Jing Ran was slightly surprised, and raised her eyes to look at the cold profile of the person in front of her, and the complexity of her conjecture being confirmed rose in her heart.

Changsun Qimu put the ear beads back on with no expression on his face, put them back on Concubine Duan as they were, and then stretched out his other hand to pull Jing Ran out before Changsun Qichun stepped into the door.

The night was extremely cold for some reason, the eldest grandson Qimu dragged Jingran's sleeves and floated straight to Baoxiang Palace, without any intention of stopping or opening his mouth along the way.

Jing Ran pursed her lips with a straight face all the way: "..."

After entering the side hall where Jing Ran lived, Changsun Qimu let go of his hands and looked at Jing Ran, but suddenly said, "But you like my eyelashes?"

Jing Ran: "!"

The eldest grandson Qimu laughed lowly, and said in a low voice before Jing Ran opened his mouth: "I know what you want to ask, this earring of Concubine Duan was given by the emperor in the 15th year of Tianqi. After Concubine Li entered the palace, Concubine Duan never wore this earring again, and—" Changsun Qimu paused, raised his brows and lowered his voice: "My queen also has the same earring."

Jing Ran responded in a low voice, his eyes were complicated, he thought that this pair of earrings were originally a pair, and the old emperor gave them to the empress and concubine Duan respectively.

Then in this way - Jing Ran looked down at the person in front of her quietly, and sighed softly in her heart, the queen is the mother of the eldest grandson Qimu, if this matter has something to do with the queen, the eldest grandson Qimu would not be able to sit idle.

The grandson Qimu smiled at Jing Ran, but the curvature of his slender lips was shallow, and he just said, "Where is the queen mother——" There was a humble questioning voice outside the door:

"Is Jing Shizi back? Do you want to prepare hot water for a bath now?"

Jing Ran glanced at the waiting maid who was reflected on the window paper, then turned her head and lowered her eyes slightly to the eldest grandson Qimu's bright phoenix eyes.

Changsun Qimu met her gaze, nodded to her, then floated up and left Baoxiang Palace without a sound.

"Go get ready."

Jing Ran slowly withdrew her eyes from the window, and raised her voice to order, but her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she couldn't help feeling melancholy, why are there always so many things that come out of nowhere?