"It depends on you! I have nothing to hide. Your Majesty, these mistakes in the past were all caused by you."
Luo Jia laughed: "Little thing, are you thinking too well and blaming all your mistakes on me? You said I was hiding it from you, but I think you are the weird one."
"I'm weird? Your Majesty, you are the weird one! You want to settle accounts with me, right?" She looked at him fiercely, and now she really started to accuse him: "Your Majesty, why did you go to Yutang if you had nothing to do?
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He was confused: "When did I go to Yutang?"
Of course it was a certain day of a certain year and a certain month! She said it accurately: "That's the day! What are you going to do?"
"Ah? Let me think about it... Yes, I remembered that it was Concubine Zuo Shu who begged me to go there once, just to save their Xiling Kingdom. I was just passing by, and I said a few words outside to reassure her... I am Lian Yutang
She didn't even get through the door! If you don't believe me, you can ask her!" He thought about it, something was wrong, and very wrong! Fang Fei, she also remembered it too clearly, right? It was accurate to a certain moment on a certain day!
"Hey, Fangfei, are you watching so closely?"
Isn't it possible to monitor it?
"Hmph, every move you make can't escape my eyes! Don't lie. Have you seen Xiao He?"
"Xiao He?" Luo Jia laughed dumbly, "That little palace maid you are talking about? Do you think someone with the personality of Concubine Zuo Shu will arrange for a beautiful woman to meet me?"
It turns out I didn’t see her that day! That’s right, Concubine Zuo Shu beat and scolded Xiao He like that! Concubine Zuo Shu herself was beautifully dressed, but the maids in her palace were all notoriously rough and dressed in an old-fashioned way.
Yes, never steal her limelight.
"Huh, you also know that Xiao He is a beauty? Bah... you are just like that... huh..."
"What's wrong with me? You should tell me... Since you are monitoring me, of course you should know that you didn't fully see..."
She raised her voice: "I have your handle!"
"What handle?"
She put down the mugwort, jumped out of bed, and went straight to the cloakroom outside. Inside, the black cloak lay as it was. She deliberately put it aside to prevent the people from the Clothing Bureau from taking it for washing. The evidence of the crime was kept inside.