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Chapter 762: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Su Zhenhe's hand was suspended in the air, and the fingertips still felt hot.

The north wind was howling outside the window, making the window frames rattle.

After a while.

He cursed under his breath, threw his sword to the ground with a clang, and quickly pulled out a small celadon bottle from his arms.

"Song Yuesheng, including this bottle of medicine and the half-year salary that was fined, you owe me one thousand taels of silver. If you can't pay it back within a year, I will go to the general's mansion to get it."

Song Yuesheng said "hmm" impatiently.

"I understand, please leave quickly."

Su Zhenhe clicked his tongue: "With your personality, you would have died many times in the martial arts world."

"Fists are king."

Song Yuesheng turned over and faced away from him.

It was uncomfortable.

The noise gave her a headache.

Su Zhenhe clicked his tongue, then left with the big knife.

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly remembered that he had no evidence and what if he changed his mind.

This amount of money is not a small sum.

Moreover, the conspiracies and intrigues in the palace are much more terrifying than the bloody storms in the rivers and lakes.

He turned back suddenly, but froze suddenly at the corner.

On the palace road in the distance, the bright yellow ceremonial guards were moving slowly on the snow, heading towards the cold palace.

He gritted his teeth and gave up.

At the gate of Canwu Palace.

Wen Yu got off the sedan chair and went there alone.

When I pushed open the door of the cold palace bedroom, a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine hit me in the face.

The bitterness was mixed with a hint of crisp cedar scent, as if someone had just boiled some medicine and deliberately burned incense to cover it up.

That wound hasn't healed yet?

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and walked around the screen, only to see Song Yuesheng lying on the bed with his back to the door. There was a very obvious knife mark on the bed.

She was motionless, with only the slightly rising and falling shoulders proving that she was still alive.

Who in the palace would want her dead...

Wen Yu's eyes swept across the room - the scattered medicine residue on the table, the half-open window frame, and... the small celadon bottle on the bedside.

He walked closer, picked up the medicine bottle, and stroked the delicate glaze on the bottle with his fingertips.

When I pulled out the cork, a bitter medicinal fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

Heat-clearing and dispersing.

——A prescription unique to Shen Qihe, the chief judge of the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Wen Yu's eyes were filled with anger, his knuckles tightened unconsciously, and the celadon bottle made a "cracking" sound in his palms as if it could not bear the weight.

Has he been here?

when?

What did they say?

Are they two so close?

At this moment, a bright color caught my eye from the corner of my eye.

On the hanger, a red and green dress was hanging quietly.

Wen Yu's breathing stagnated.

——Red background embroidered with golden peonies, and sleeves covered with green gauze.

He pulled it off and ran his fingertips over the delicate patterns on the cuffs.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder I can never find anyone.

No wonder the imperial guards did not find anyone else in the cold palace during the search last night.

Lying on the bed, Song Yuesheng was drowsy, the high fever making her consciousness unclear.

But at this moment, she suddenly woke up, as if she sensed danger.

Song Yuesheng sat up suddenly, turned around and saw Wen Yu standing next to the clothes rack, holding the dress in his hand with an unclear expression on his face.

"Wen Yu?" Her voice was hoarse and weak from illness.

Wen Yu raised his eyes slowly, with a chill in his eyes.

"Are you calling me, or... Prince Yi?"

Song Yuesheng didn't say anything.

Everyone was looking for trouble when she was sick.

How could she have so much energy?

Wen Yu chuckled.

"Ah Heng..." He slowly pronounced the name, his tone was gentle, but it made people shudder, "This name is really nice."

He walked closer, and the sound of his boots stepping on the blue bricks could be clearly heard.

"No wonder my people searched the entire palace but couldn't find this person."

"turn out to be……"

He stopped in front of the bed and looked down at Song Yuesheng.

suddenly.

He reached out and grasped her chin, forcing her to look up.

"Duan Ning, when you were colluding with Prince Yi, did you ever think about the General's Mansion?"

His voice was very light, but every word was as sharp as a knife. "Those people will pay the price for your actions..."

Song Yuesheng was forced to look up. The high fever made her vision a little blurry, but the corners of her lips slowly curled up in a sarcastic arc.

She chuckled, her voice low and hoarse, "If you doubt me, why not doubt your Concubine Xuan?"

Wen Yu clenched his knuckles.

Song Yuesheng looked straight into his eyes and spoke each word clearly.

"Wen Yu, do you really think... that she is the one you wanted to bring into the palace because you couldn't wait to depose me after you secured the throne?"

"What do you know?" Wen Yu's voice suddenly became urgent, "Duan Ning, were you also at the Ruixue Banquet fifteen years ago?"

Song Yuesheng was about to speak when several scenes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

**

The heavy snow in the twelfth lunar month covered the lintel of the general's mansion with a layer of silver.

Three-year-old Yue Sheng, wrapped in a bright red cape, looked like a round Fuwa, and was pulling her mother's sleeves and acting coquettishly: "Mom, I heard that the ice crystal cakes in the palace can glow!"

"You greedy cat."

Madam Song nodded helplessly at her forehead, turned around and said to her best friend beside her, "Sister Tong, please take this naughty boy to the palace to see the world."

Before leaving, her mother squatted down and tidied the fox fur for her.

"Remember three things: no running around, no hitting, and listen to Sister Axue and Aunt Tong."

Xiao Yuesheng nodded repeatedly.

The Ruixue Banquet was more lively than expected.

Little Yuesheng followed Sister He closely, blinking as she looked at the jewels and gems all over the hall.

But by the afternoon, little Yuesheng could no longer sit still.

The conversations of those adults were even more boring than the "Instructions for Women" that the Master taught.

She got a headache listening to what her sister Axue and other sisters were saying about poetry and songs.

So she slipped out of the hall when no one was paying attention.

Beside the palace wall there stood a strange tree with red flowers in bloom, its branches twisted and stretched upwards.

Xiao Yuesheng climbed up in a few steps and suddenly found a field of blooming red plums inside the wall, more gorgeous than those in the Imperial Garden.

"Bring one back to Sister Xue..."

She muttered softly and jumped off the wall.

"This is not the place for you to come."

The sudden sound frightened her so much that she fell into the snow.

Turning my head, I saw a thin boy curled up in the shadow of the wall.

The tattered single garment wrapped around the bony body, ice formed on the pale lips, the tattered single garment wrapped around the bony body.

"My mother said that scaring someone can kill them!"

Xiao Yuesheng got up angrily, only to see the young man grab a handful of snow and stuff it into his mouth.

"Hey!"

She rushed over and grabbed his frozen purple hands, "Why are you eating snow?"

The boy shook her off and said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't eat, you will die."

"No one gives you food?"

Her answer was another handful of snow.

"for you."

She poured out three pieces of lotus cakes in one go, "Tonight... I'll bring more meat tonight!"

The boy swallowed like a hungry cub, and his face was covered with crumbs.

She was about to ask him to eat slower when a bell rang in the distance.

"Come on."

The boy pushed her away violently, his skinny fingers leaving deep marks on the snow.

"If you are discovered... you will die here."

At the same time, she heard Sister Axue's anxious call from outside the wall, and she hurriedly climbed up the wall.

Before jumping off the palace wall, he looked back at the thin figure.

He was holding a half-eaten lotus cake, his dark eyes staring at her without blinking.

Her nose felt sore, she wiped away her tears and promised again and again: "I will definitely bring you food."