Wu Fengying held the white silk in her hand, with a bitter smile on her lips.
Why is it inconvenient for them to go to the palace? So how did they get the so-called evidence in his hand? Sometimes, he really doubted what kind of organization they were, and everyone was good at it.
Even in the Blazing Sect, where there are many strange people and strangers, no one has such strange abilities as them.
But because of Mayfair, he was unwilling to dig deeper. He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the consequences of what he dug out, so he would rather stay where he was. They wouldn't say anything, and he wouldn't ask.
Looking at the evidence in his hand, Wu Fengying raised his eyebrows slightly and called out: "Long Si!"
The black shadow, like an agile panther, flew down beside Wu Fengying. "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Send someone to keep an eye on Lengcui Palace and the nearby Hengwu Courtyard and Lengshui Palace. Everyone entering and exiting them, including who they meet and any unusual behavior recently, must be recorded in detail."
"Yes." Long Si responded expressionlessly.
"Also, send this broken silk gauze to Wei Ziyin in the Intelligence Hall and ask them to find out the source of this silk as soon as possible, how many pieces of clothing were cut, how many were sent to the palace, and who wore them.
On the body." Wu Fengying handed the torn gauze strip wrapped in white silk into Long Si's hands with a solemn expression.
"I obey." Long Si wrapped the things and put them into his sleeves, and together they quickly disappeared into the night.
When the sky turned white, the shopkeeper of Fugui Coffin Shop sent two strong men to carry a pair of nanmu coffins to Prince Rui's Mansion. At that time, Yi Fangfei had already woken up, but she had not walked even half a step beyond the threshold of Yu Hexuan.
The matter was naturally taken care of by Bai Yudie from Ningshui Residence. She ordered the servants in the palace to carefully carry Xiaolan's body into the coffin, and then sent Xiaohong, the girl next to her, to take a few little girls out to make purchases.
White sails, ghost coins, and burning paper.
"By the way, Xiao Hong, don't forget to go to Yunyin Temple to ask for some scriptures, and go to the funeral hall shop to buy some dowry jewelry, sedans and horses, etc. Do you understand?" Bai Yudie ordered softly.
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"I understand, miss." Xiaohong took a few girls out.
Bai Yudie turned to the agile Aunt Wang: "Aunt Wang, please go and ask a reputable Feng Shui master to show Xiaolan where the Feng Shui is better and give her a proper cemetery.
The next step is to hire a master craftsman to carve a tombstone."
"Okay, I'll do it right now." Aunt Wang stepped up her legs and walked away in a splayed gait.
Bai Yudie hoped that she hadn't left anything behind. She frowned slightly, as if she was still thinking about whether there was anything inconsiderate.
"Oh, by the way, there are also some musicians who will be used for Xiaolan's funeral. Look at my memory." She knocked on her head, and then sent a smart young man, Ashu, to do it.
When Hua Li Beibei and Ye Xiangzi came in, they saw Bai Yudie organizing Xiaolan's funeral affairs in an orderly manner. The three of them looked at each other and stepped forward to greet them.
"Mrs. Bai, I've really worked hard on Xiaolan's affairs." Hua Poyu looked at Bai Yudie with a smile. If it hadn't been for Yi Fangfei's explanation that Bai Yudie had other interests in her heart and was just living in Prince Rui's Mansion for a name.
Hua Po Cocoon and the others had already encouraged Yifangfei to divorce Wu Fengying on the second day after they checked into Prince Rui's Mansion.
Bai Yudie saw the three of them while he was busy and smiled lightly. "It turns out it's you. You are here to see Fang Fei, right? It just so happened that she didn't come out after staying in Yu Hexuan for most of the day. I was anxious to go.
Look at her, but the prince has given orders not to let us disturb her. But you are different from us, and the prince will not stop you." There was a certain sourness in her words.
Li Beibei patted her shoulder comfortingly. "For her now, it is better for her to be alone. I think this is what the prince means, and we will not disturb her. The main reason we are here is to
I want to give Xiaolan some incense, hoping that she will be better off in her next life." She followed the flower out of its cocoon and entered the mourning hall.
Ye Xiangzi didn't say anything. He smiled naturally, nodded to Bai Yudie, and said hello, then passed her and stepped into the threshold of the mourning hall.
The three of them each lit three sticks of incense, bowed respectfully to Xiaolan's tablet three times, and then slowly stepped out of the door and returned to the Space-Time Tower.
Bai Yudie looked at the nine sticks of incense in the incense burner and the smoke rising in curls. Her eyes widened slightly and rippled continuously. Unexpectedly, Fang Fei and several of her friends also valued the life and death of a girl so much, which made her feel
Unexpected. After all, in the royal family, who would care about the death of a little girl. But Xiaolan got respect and kindness from Fangfei. She thought that if Xiaolan knew about it, she would be able to rest assured.
She looked at the smoke in the mourning hall, seemingly stunned. She thought, if she died in the future, would she also be able to get this rare affection?
"Mrs. Bai, Mrs. Bai—" When she was lost in thought, a servant urged her beside her.
"Oh - what's the matter?" She suddenly woke up, her eyes gentle.
"It's like this, Madam Bai. The percussion artists have been invited. Madam, how do you arrange them?" asked the servant Asiu.
Bai Yudie thought for a while, and then said: "First arrange for them to live in the backyard, tell the kitchen to get them some food, and then ask them to sing for Xiaolan to soothe her soul after everything else is ready."
"I have taken note of this, and I will arrange for them to stay here." Ashiu, the servant, rushed away.
In the study room of Prince Rui's Mansion, Wu Fengying was listening to the news reports from Long Si and Wei Ziyin from the Intelligence Hall.
"Back to the prince, after Xiaolan fell into the water and died in Lengcui Palace, the little palace maid who guarded Hengwu Courtyard that night, named Rui'er, got typhoid and had a high fever. This morning, Ginkgo, the personal maid beside Concubine Liu, had
I went to Lengcui Palace to deliver laundry clothes. Eunuch Laifu, the eunuch next to the Queen Mother, also went there and brought a pot of magnolia flowers to the Queen Mother. The emperor sent Eunuch Lu to go to Lengcui Palace to get a pot of drunken hibiscus and gave it to the previous paragraph.
Concubine Shu was frightened for a long time, and in the end, Eunuch Gao, who was beside the empress, was sent to Lengcui Palace to deliver the pay and silver to the ladies." Long Si said indifferently.
Oh? It seems that they all know that the matter is not that simple. Unexpectedly, even the imperial grandmother couldn't help but intervene. Wu Fengyingbing's purple eyes darkened.
Then his eyes fell on Wei Ziyin.
Wei Ziyin replied in an orderly manner: "Back to the prince, my subordinates sent people to investigate clearly. This batch of silk came from the Lujia Silk House in Yangzhou. There were a total of 1,300 pieces. They were all sent to Kyoto in early May and sold at the branch shop in the capital.
.Because Eunuch Lu, who was purchasing supplies for the palace, was interested in the lightness, softness, colorful patterns and reasonable price of this batch of silk and satin. He just happened to make summer clothes for the concubines and maids in the palace, so he bought all the 1,300 pieces.
This piece of silk satin was put into the general affairs warehouse of the palace without even showing its face on the market."
"So, have you investigated the piece of clothing that this king gave you, which kind of silk and satin it belongs to, and which palace the silk and satin of that pattern was sent to." Wu Fengying's ice-purple pupils were as bright as snow.
sword.
"Back to the prince, the patterned silk and satin was made of grass green scraps. I heard from the steward of the Lu family's silk fabrics that because there were not many girls who liked this color, they only woven two pieces at that time. Later, my subordinates investigated the two pieces of grass green scraps.
As for the whereabouts of the patterned silk and satin, it was found that it was with Empress Shu in Fenghua Palace, and the two pieces of silk and satin were rewarded by the empress to a palace maid named Qiu Ju beside her." When Wei Ziyin said this, he couldn't help but take a careful look at Wu Fengying.
Wu Fengying's complexion remained unchanged, with no change.
"By the way, when Rui'er in Hengwuyuan had a fever, did anyone visit her?"
"Back to the prince, it's just that the maid in Lengcui Palace who works with her on weekdays, and no one else visits her," Long Si said.
Wu Fengying's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he said: "Long Si, you continue to send people to keep an eye on Lengcui Palace, especially the one named Rui'er, to see who she associates with. In addition, you also keep an eye on Fenghua Palace.
One thing, especially the one named Qiu Ju. Remember, you can only monitor from a distance and don't get close to prevent others from harming them. As for Wei Ziyin, you can stop the investigation and go down."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Long Si and Wei Ziyin exited the study.
While Wu Fengying was busy investigating the incident of Xiaolan falling into the water, Yi Fangfei had almost adjusted her mood. At noon, she stepped out of Yuhexuan and went directly to the mourning hall. As soon as she entered the mourning hall, she looked at the nanmu coffin.
, there is water floating in the fundus of the eyes.
"Fangfei, why are you here? The prince asked you to rest more, but look at you, your face is still so pale, why are you here. Sit down quickly." Bai Yudie hurriedly came over to help Yifangfei, and she helped her
Then he sat down on a huanghuali chair.
A faint smile appeared on Yi Fangfei's face. She patted Bai Yudie's hand and said, "Tandan, Xiaolan's affairs are all handled by you. It's really hard on you."
"Fangfei, it's too much for you to speak like this. Yudie is helping Fangfei, that's what she should do." Her soft eyes were inexplicably misty.
Yi Fangfei hugged her. "Tiandan, I don't mean anything else. I just want to thank you. Thank you for what you did for Xiaolan." Her nose was sour and her eyes turned red.
"I know, Fangfei, you don't have to say anything. Don't be too sad. It's important to take care of yourself." Bai Yudie patted her back and raised her eyes, with a warm and soft light floating in her eyes. "You have been since last night.
You haven’t eaten anything since you came back, so you must be hungry. I’ll ask the cook to make you some millet porridge to clear your stomach, okay?”
"No, Yudie, I really have no appetite right now, and I'm not hungry either. I want to give Xiaolan some incense, hoping that she will be reincarnated into a good family and live a happy, ordinary life in her next life." Yi Fangfei squeezed out.
With a faint smile, she stood up, lit three sticks of incense, bowed three times to Xiaolan's memorial tablet, and made a sincere wish.
When I stood up and turned around, I saw the foggy maple shadow and purple eyes flashing outside the door.
He looked at her, his loving eyes showing naturally. "Fei'er, why don't you rest more?" He came over, smiled lovingly and helped her straighten the messy hair on her forehead.
"I'm fine, Wu." She walked out of the door and closed her eyes to enjoy the sunshine. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and turned around to face Wu's purple pupils, revealing a faint dimple.
"Wu Wu, I want to go out for a walk. Can you accompany me?"
Wu Fengying nodded. "Okay." Although his voice was as low as a breeze, it had a determined force.
They came out hand in hand, like a couple of gods, their backs blended together, almost becoming one body.
Behind him, Bai Yudie stood in the shadow, his warm eyes flashing with a complex light of joy, envy, and a hint of sadness.