She Yue sighed and said helplessly: "My wife said that the investigation on the plum blossom fan will continue. Otherwise, how can I give an explanation to the little princess?"

"Still checking?!"

Qiu Wen unconsciously raised his voice, but then quickly lowered it, rubbing his handkerchief and complaining: "People have already lost their lives, why do we still need to investigate? Do we have to die a few more times before we give up?!"

"It's not that serious."

She Yue said nonchalantly: "If it weren't for Zhui'er's mother, Hu Tu, we wouldn't have gotten into this situation - besides, what does her investigation have to do with us?"

"That's right, that's the truth."

Qiu Wen replied nonchalantly, watching her pick up the tea tray and go out, then sat back dejectedly.

After She Yue went out, she couldn't help but look back at the room, and Digu said: "Could it be that what Qingwen said at the beginning was true?"

"What did Qingwen say?"

At this time, there was an attacking voice coming from the corridor of the hall, but she saw that She Yue was still not coming back, so she went out to urge her, and happened to hear this.

"this……"

She Yue originally didn't want to get involved in this matter, but since the attacker heard it, she had no choice but to step forward and whisper: "I saw something was wrong with Qiu Wen, and I remembered what Qingwen said back then - sister, do you still remember?

I remember, there was a pair of flower vases arranged earlier, Qingwen secretly said that Qiu Wen had cheated on her, and then she teased her a few words in front of everyone before taking them back from home..."

[The above content can be found in Chapter Thirty-Seven of the original work, Autumn Patterns are rewarded, and the attackers are ridiculed.]

After Xiren heard this, he couldn't help but tighten his handkerchief and said angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Immediately, he warned: "Don't say this again in the future, otherwise the third girl will hear it and think we are hiding it from her."

She Yue was too busy to respond.

"Sister Xiren?"

At this time, the voice of the waiter could be heard, and then she picked up the curtain and came out. Seeing the two of them there, she couldn't help but frown and said, "What are you talking about, sisters? We girls are all impatient."

"No, it's nothing."

Xiren said hurriedly: "We are talking about the second master entering the palace. I don't know if the memorial that the second master hastily written can pass the test of Long live the Lord."

At the same time, inside the palace.

"Ah sneeze!"

A heavy sneeze came from the imperial study, but the person who sneezed was not Jia Baoyu, who was being talked about, but Emperor Longyuan, who looked a little pale.

Dai Quan hurriedly handed over the towel, and after Emperor Longyuan wiped his mouth and nose, he offered the ginseng soup and said: "Long live the Lord, please take good care of the dragon's body."

"It's out of the way."

Emperor Longyuan waved his hand and began to read Jia Baoyu's memorial again, but his mental state was visibly depressed.

It's no wonder that last time Jiao Shun wrote the "night talk in the mourning hall" in order to lay an ambush in advance.

Although there are pictures and texts, the focus is still on fighting ambushes.

But this time, he was commissioned by the emperor to write a manuscript. He was obsessed with color, so he naturally had to work hard to write the article.

He has received audio-visual 'education' for many years in later generations, and has read extensively on some indescribable websites. This effort is naturally very novel.

Besides, what happened that day was surprising enough.
Chapter completed!