Chapter 550

The younger sister was considerate, but Fu Rong was not polite. He looked at her and said, "Qiuhe can give me flowers as soon as she wants to send them to me. It can be seen that she has long been bought. When the mother was a newborn girl, she had dystocia. When her daughter died, she had no possibility of rebirth. Then the other party bought Qiuhe and sent her musk, which proved that the other party's purpose was to get rid of my child. If Qiuhe was bought before I was pregnant or I married the Lord, then the other party was not against me alone, but to get rid of the children of King Su and every heir of the future king Su's residence. As a mother-in-law, it's common for a mother-in-law to reward her daughter-in-law. The other party is careful and always catches the loopholes. "

"But she was too quick." Fu Xuan said calmly, "my sister also said that the mother's appreciation of flowers was temporary. Even if Qiuhe was extremely clever, she immediately thought of such a clever plan, and then immediately went back to the room to pinch musk clay when she went to the flower house to pick flowers. How could she be sure that Aunt Li would choose her to send flowers out of the palace? She's not a florist. It's a coincidence that Aunt Li chose her. "

Fu Rong's mouth cocked up, "yes, this is the only doubt in the whole plan. Qiu He has a musk smell in her fingernails, which is to prove that she pinched the mud ball by herself, but if she pinches it too fast, it makes people suspect. I guess she was not willing to commit suicide by taking poison willingly. Someone should have poisoned her tea quietly, and then plant it when Qiu He is dead. "

"To plant booty and frame up is to say that the musk mud is not released by Qiu He, she is just a ghost for the dead." Fu Xuan solemnly said, "it's not Qiu He. According to the description of mother Wen, only Aunt Li is left. She is the eldest maid of Zhaoning palace. It's easy to kill a maid quietly. Moreover, she is familiar with her mother's character. She should be able to expect that most of her mother's flowers will be given to her sister, not even today or in the future. Therefore, she has prepared musk clay in advance for emergencies. Sister, did you think of that? "

Fu Rong had no doubt: "the empress has lived in the palace for so long. What we can think of, can she not think of it? However, only my mother knows exactly how she behaves. This time she punished Aunt Li for half a month. Maybe she believed in her. Maybe she had no plans. We just watched. "

Aunt Li is in Zhaoning palace. They can't reach it. They can only give it to lady Shu.

The two sisters chatted for a while. When Fu Rong was tired, Fu Xuan covered the quilt for her sister and walked out lightly.

The curtain fell and Fu Rong opened his eyes slowly.

My sister is still a little less thoughtful.

In addition to Aunt Li, there are two people who have touched the nine pots of chrysanthemums, one is lady Shu, the other is Cui Wan, who chooses flowers with her.

Of course, lady Shu will not harm her grandson, Cui wan

Cui Wan has a chance to do it. If she does, what is the purpose?

Fu Rong can't think of any reason, but she remembers Xu Jin's attitude towards Cui Wan. Maybe Xu Jin knows more clearly who is the suspect of Aunt Li and Cui Wan?

In the dead of night, Zhaoning palace.

Shu Fei leans on the couch, and father-in-law Cen kneels in front of the couch, beating her legs with a beauty in his hand.

Both mother Wen and Aunt Li are the dowry of Lady Shu, and they are trusted by her most. Father in law Cen was sent to serve her when she entered the palace. In the past 20 years, she is also the trusted confidant of Shufei.

In the silence, the second watch bangs came from outside.

Father Cen raised his eyes quietly, and saw his mother staring at the chrysanthemum on the windowsill. Since she left the palace unwillingly in the afternoon, she was silent, and the dinner was useless. After dinner, she was so stunned that she was fascinated by flowers.

"Niang, it's late at night. Can I serve you for a rest?" He lowered his voice.

Shu Fei's sight finally moved away from the pot of chrysanthemum, turned her head and asked him, "who do you think it is?"

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