As soon as he finished speaking, the gouache woman had already stepped on the ground, stretched her palms, like a sharp claw of an eagle, pounced towards the woman, with her wide white robe "rakes" behind her, like a flag standing in the wind.

But before she could get close to the woman, she suddenly fell from mid-air and fell to the ground with a "thump". Her body trembled a few times, and she lifted her up a few times, but she finally couldn't get up again.

The sound of "dongdong" came from the hall, like a bulging Buddha bell, which was trembling everywhere, and the entire palace seemed to tremble gently.

It turned out that the woman held the tin staff tightly and smashed it on the floor one by one. The iron bars flew in the air, making a crisp "beef sausage". Golden light overflowed, scattered from the Five Wheel Tower, gathering into a beam of light as thick as an arm, covering the head of the gouaver woman.

"Monkey Xiran came to the palace to track you that day. I think he must have fallen into your plan and died tragically in this deep palace. Even the tin staff was taken away by you."

The gouache woman raised her head fiercely, and her wrinkled face stubbornly poked out of her gray hair, "That old bald donkey, in order to kill my life, came here from Japan. How could he have thought that the Song Dynasty Palace had become his own tomb, meddling in other people's business, and he deserved to end up like this."

The woman frowned slightly, "But just by the two of you, how could they be the opponents of Monk Jingran?"

Just as he was thinking, he found that Mrs. Huarui, who was standing in front, had disappeared. He said in his heart that she was not good. She stood on the ground and quickly ran towards the inner room. He Xu, who had been standing at the door, saw this scene and hurriedly ran in from outside. However, as soon as he walked into the room, a strange fragrance came from his nose. He was shocked and quickly pulled off his sleeves to wrap his mouth and nose. However, the fragrance was still sucked in a little. He felt dizzy on his head, and quickly held the door frame with his hand to stand firm.

There was a faint blur before his eyes. In this blur, he saw the woman picking out a woman from the room, lifting her wrist and throwing her on the ground in front of him.

He Xu narrowed his eyes and looked forward. Although he was still unconscious, he could still try to tell that the woman lying in front of him was an old woman over fifty years old. But he couldn't understand that there was always only Mrs. Huarui in the Cuiwei Palace, so why did there be more women out because of the whiteness?

Seeing He Xu staring at him, the old woman quickly covered her face with her hands, and her hoarse voice was filled with despair, "Don't look, don't look, turn around quickly, I order you to turn around."

He Xu recognized this voice, but after guessing her true identity, he was even more surprised: How could she be? How could she have grown so much in a few days? The woman who served the emperors of the three dynasties in the gorgeous harem, the most beautiful woman in Shu, and the delicate woman as delicate as the flower stamen in the early morning, how could she become like this?

After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that there is no beauty in the flowers. Even if she is in a superb beauty, she cannot resist the destruction of time. Therefore, if she wants to stay young forever, she can only rely on those extremely tender human skins to maintain it. It turns out that the reason why the gouache woman committed countless crimes was to fulfill the ambition of this lady.

While sighing in her heart, she heard the young woman sneer, "Sandalwood Oil, Madam Huarui, it turns out that you used this spice to make Monk Yuran dizzy, and then killed him," she turned her eyes and stared at the gouache woman again, "You helped this witch get rid of Monk Yuran, she will help you search for the beautiful skin around to cover up your old look. However, you have done so many evil things, just to deceive yourself. Madam Huarui, you have not yet noticed that the emperor didn't care whether you were young or old. He tried his best to get you back then, just to prove that the late emperor could do it, and he could do it too, including his women."

Mrs. Huarui's hands slowly slid down her face. Her almond eyes widened, and her words were strong and powerful. "She said so, and you said so. One or two of you are just jealous of my beauty. I will not believe these nonsense at all, nor will I believe at all."

Seeing her so obsessed, the young woman suddenly changed her sarcasm, "I don't care whether you believe it or not, but from now on, you can't imagine using other people's things to make your own wedding clothes."

After saying that, she quickly walked to the tin staff that was still standing on the ground, picked it up, and smashed it with all her strength towards the gouache who was kneeling in the hall.

He Xu only felt a "whirring" sound of wind passing by his face. Then, he heard Mrs. Huarui's scream. She ran towards the gouache lying on the ground. As soon as she leaned against her, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and got up and ran to the cabinet in the inner room, and took out a comb from it.

"Give it to you," she stuffed the roll into the palm of the gouache's palm, which had lost strength, held her fingers, and helped her clench the roll, "This is the token given to you by your husband, I...I've given it to you again..."

He Xu should have been very happy to see the murderer who had been searching for many years, but when he saw Mrs. Huarui's grief, for some reason, he felt a sense of grief. He remembered that before the emperor left the palace a few days ago, he had visited the palace and heard a minister asking the emperor for advice, saying that Mrs. Huarui had been living in the deep palace for a long time, but had not been given a title. Because he served the latter lord of Shu and the late emperor, his reputation was unclear, which inevitably caused gossip among the ministers and the people. The emperor just said lightly: She has lived for a long time, but I cannot order her to be executed. In the future, let the Ministry of Internal Affairs not add anything to Cuiwei Palace and let her die quickly.

"That's fine."

These four words are so ordinary, but He Xu felt mixed feelings in his heart. What she was thinking about to the emperor? What she was hoping for was exactly what he disliked. She thought she would be favored, but he wanted her life.

"Mr. He, why are you still stunned? The evidence is conclusive. You can take the person to Dali Temple to report it."

The young woman's voice seemed to float from a faraway place and slowly came into He Xu's ears.

He was shocked by the sound and walked towards Mrs. Huarui with heavy steps. Just as her hand was about to touch her arm, she turned around suddenly, her eyes as if she looked like a mirror, and she looked straight at the young woman behind her, "I recognize you. When you come in, I guess who you are?"

The woman's face was as calm as usual, "So what? Do you still miss me now?"

Mrs. Huarui smiled, her voice full of the vicissitudes of the past, "Don't you... want to know how the late emperor died?"
Chapter completed!