Kneeling and crying: "Princess Sixteen, this slave just went over to light the incense burner. You, how could you hurt someone? Your Majesty... this slave has no ill intentions. Please ask Your Majesty to make the decision for you!"
Xiao Qiansi stood next to Feng Qingyang, looking at Chen Xi curiously, and then turned to look at Feng Qingyang, whose face was expressionless but actually angry.
She complained in a childish voice: "Auntie, you are so stupid!"
If a father bullies his own son for the sake of his mother, how can he possibly care about you, a fool with evil intentions?
Hongxia was despised by a child and was stunned: "..." What does it mean?
It was really embarrassing to be called stupid by a child for no reason, but what was more terrifying than the embarrassment was the look in Chen Xi's eyes.
She looked at the unmoved Feng Qingyang with a "weak" look, knowing that he could not help her, so she could only humiliate herself and lower her body, begging for mercy: "Princess, yes, it was my fault. I should not have offended you."
Please, please, please forgive me..."
"Spare your life? Did I say that I wanted to kill you?"
Chen Xi had a smile on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.
She picked up the three-legged bronze incense burner on the table, step by step, like an elegant cheetah, slowly approaching the red clouds.
Every time she got closer, Hongxia's body became more tense.
Chen Xi followed her gaze to the incense burner in her hand and asked softly: "Hongxia, to be honest, do you like this technique or does the royal grandmother like it?"
Mu technique?
Hongxia suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Chen Xi in fear. She, she, she, she could tell at a glance that this was Mu Shu?
"Surprised?" Chen Xi looked into her eyes and raised his eyebrows.
Weiwei said: "Mushu, a poisonous fragrant wood produced in the Western Liao region. Its aroma will invade the body along the injured wound and disrupt the person's nervous system. Within three days, anyone who smells this aroma will
You must be restless and have nightmares.
If you smell it for a long time, your body's blood will gradually stagnate, your breathing will become short, and finally, you will die of exhaustion! Hongxia, is this princess right?"
"..." On the large carved bed, the Empress Dowager opened her eyes in disbelief.
The hand held by Feng Qingyang tightened, "Yang'er, it turns out that the Ai family has been having nightmares because of this fragrant wood..."
Beside her, a terrifying dark light appeared in Feng Qingyang's eyes.
He was still silent, but Chen Xi, who was familiar with him, knew that he was angry!
When the husband is angry, it is necessary for the wife to help him vent his anger!
She looked at Hongxia, whose red lips were twitching but couldn't find a suitable excuse, and said coldly: "Assassinating the Queen Mother is a grave crime against the nine clans!"
"No! No! Slave, slave, there was no assassination..."
Hongxia panicked, and she had no intention of stopping the blood gurgling from the back of her hand. She crawled to the Queen Mother's bed in panic, crying and begging for mercy: "Empress Dowager, seeing that Hongxia has served you for nearly ten years,
Can you please be merciful? Queen Mother, please spare my life, I have no intention of assassinating you..."
The Queen Mother took a deep breath and looked at the eldest maid kneeling beside the bed with disappointment: "Hongxia, the Ai family has always regarded you as their confidant, but you secretly want the Ai family's life..."
She closed her eyes sadly, and when she opened them again, there was only a faint coldness in her tired eyes.
"Stop making excuses! The Aijia can give you a chance to atone for your sins. Tell me! Who instigated you to do this?"
Hongxia's eyes flashed, and her head shook like a wave drum: "No, no! No one instructs this slave...