There are many people standing in this courtyard, Zhong Ming, Zhong Yingying, Shen Muchi, Jiang Bo, and countless servants...
A gust of wind swept the leaves across the yard, but no one recovered from the shock.
Especially Jiang Bo. He usually blushes easily, but now he is blushing from his ears to the root of his neck...
Mu Qingchao really wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl in. She thought of everything, but she didn't think of burning these things.
Indeed, her taste in reading storybooks had been cultivated. After she came back, the more she read those storybooks, the less interested she became. However, the thinking of the ancients was too restrictive, and she really couldn't write the things she liked to read.
I can’t write it, but I can draw it...
The imagination of the ancients was very limited when it came to writing novels, but it was unexpected when it came to painting, and there were all kinds of styles.
After Mu Qingchao got rich, he felt that his spiritual life was particularly lacking, so he asked Chunya to spend a lot of money to hook up with a painting master outside the palace.
I finally got a few picture albums and looked through them at night when no one was around.
I thought that this kind of secret would be kept forever, and that I would have to follow her to the ground until she died.
Who would have thought that in just a few days, he would be exposed in front of such people.
"Ahem...that..."
Mu Qingchao coughed twice and said bravely: "Sorry...the Ai family has been alone since the death of the late emperor. Is it okay to read some of these things to pass the time?"
Another gust of wind blew by, and Shen Muchi was aroused by the cold wind, and was the first to react.
"No..." he answered first.
"It doesn't matter." As he spoke, he silently moved his eyes away: "That... I can understand..."
One sentence made Mu Qingchao even more embarrassed.
Anyway, she once expressed her love to Shen Muchi, but when she turned around, he discovered these things. She didn't know how hungry he was for her in his heart.
Although she no longer has feelings for Shen Muchi, she still wants to be embarrassed!
Zhong Yingying laughed sarcastically: "No wonder the late Emperor was so confused earlier. It turned out that he used these shameful methods.
Haha, what a shame!"
Zhong Yingying's words aroused Mu Qingchao's competitive spirit, and he didn't care whether the society was dead or not, so he immediately retorted with a sneer: "Ms. Zhong has time to think about these things, so she might as well care about herself.
You just kept saying that the haunting was related to the Ai family. Now that the palace has been searched, is there any evidence? "
One sentence made Zhong Yingying panic.
The impact of this picture album was so great that she almost forgot the real purpose of her visit today.
Now I have searched this last place, but there is still nothing related to the female ghost.
Her heart dropped, and she looked nervously at Shen Muchi, only to see Shen Muchi's face darken.
"Beauty Zhong, I remember that you swore to me at that time, saying that you were convinced that this matter must be related to Chaoyun Palace, and you even guaranteed it with your own life.
I believed you, now, what do you have to explain to me?"
When Zhong Yingying heard this, her face turned pale and she knelt down with a "pop" sound.
"My concubine deserves to die. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
As soon as the critical moment came for her, tears would come at every turn. She looked like a pear blossom with raindrops on her pale face, which really made me feel pity for her.
But Shen Muchi had no sympathy for her at all.
"You do deserve to die!" he said.
When Zhong Ming heard this, he knelt down and begged Shen Muchi for mercy.
"Your Majesty, this matter was brought up by me. Miss Zhong just listened to my one-sided words. All the blame should be borne by me alone and has nothing to do with Miss Zhong.
If your Majesty wants to punish me, then punish me."
Zhong Ming was acting like a good father at the moment. He looked frightened on the outside, but in fact he had already made a plan in his heart.
Shen Muchi and Zhong Yingying are just a beauty. If Shen Muchi punishes her, it will not be too much. But Zhong Ming is different. He is an important minister of the former dynasty, with a high position and authority. Shen Muchi wants to touch him, but he has to be afraid. One hair move affects the whole body.
What can Shen Muchi punish him with?
After thinking about it, I realized that I was only fined three months' salary, and Zhong Yingying was grounded for three months, shut up to think about her faults, and copied Buddhist scriptures three hundred times.
After Zhong Yingying heard this punishment, she breathed a big sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was just a grounding. My sister was also grounded for a year, but only three months passed in the blink of an eye. Buddhist scriptures can be copied by servants.
If what happened today had been done by someone else, she would have had to pull out her tongue with a stick, and she would have had to take off half of her skin. In comparison, she was lucky.
Mu Qingchao watched this scene with cold eyes and couldn't help but feel chilled in his heart.
What would happen if she was caught today?
Come to think of it, it would be difficult to leave a whole body intact. The worst case scenario would be to kill him with a stick on the spot, or to injure the entire family.
But what about when it fell on Zhong Yingying? It was just lifted high and dropped gently.
This made her see the difference between herself and the Zhong family more clearly, and she also understood that fighting against the entire Zhong family was tantamount to hitting an egg with an egg against a stone.
If you are smashed to pieces, others may at most leave a crack in your body.
But so what?
Shouldn't we fight or rob?
No, even if she was shattered into pieces, she would still try her best to hit it.
So I heard her add a sentence abruptly from the side: "But things can't end like this."
As soon as she heard this, Zhong Yingying turned around fiercely and looked at Mu Qingchao with angry eyes: "Your Majesty has already punished me, what else do you want?"
Look at this, although you may die, your Majesty has already punished me with three months of confinement, what else are you dissatisfied with?
You may lose your life, but what I lost was three full months of freedom!
Mu Qingchao took a few steps forward and looked down at Zhong Ming who was kneeling on the ground: "Did Mr. Zhong forget what he said just now?
After searching Chaoyun Palace, we can then search Sicui Palace. Now that Chaoyun Palace has been searched, shouldn’t Sicui Palace be searched as well?”
After hearing this, Zhong Yingying's heart skipped a beat.
She knew that her father just agreed casually to search for the palace, so how could Mu Qingchao remember it until now?
"Mu Qingchao, how about you stop when it's appropriate? What's the benefit of being so aggressive?"
Zhong Yingying really couldn't bear it anymore. She had suffered such a big loss just now, but Mu Qingchao was still aggressive. Even the best at pretending could no longer pretend.
The gentle and kind skin on his face was torn, and his sharp claws were finally exposed. In a hurry, he forgot even the honorific title and called Mu Qingchao by his first name.
Mu Qingchao took a step back, patted his chest and imitated Zhong Yingying's usual behavior: "Oh, why is Miss Zhong staring at the Aijia like this?
The Ai family is so scared."
"you……"
Seeing her like this, Zhong Yingying felt a surge of anger rushing to her forehead.
But he couldn't see Shen Muchi standing aside. Looking at Mu Qingchao like this, he quietly lowered his head and silently suppressed the smile on his lips.