Mo Qingcheng

Chapter 58 Doubts

There were gray-billed red-winged pigeons from Wangcheng one after another, flapping their wings and landing on the largest pigeon cage in the palace.

Master Fu didn't dare to be negligent, and sent several rounds of guards to send the message from the fifth princess to the eldest prince's desk as soon as possible.Later, when the guards removed the paper strips tied to the pigeon's legs and put them on a tray for the eldest prince to bring in, they noticed the same paper strips neatly piled up in a pile and placed them on the table. Didn't even take it apart.

The servants were all speculating about the face of the eldest prince with his back to the door, but no one wanted to verify it with their own eyes.

In fact, Hua Shijun knew very clearly whether those paper letters should be opened or not.

Hua Qianqiu flew pigeons to send letters one after another, and hurriedly conveyed nothing but the same message, which was to affirm Hua Moyi's innocence to him.

──Brother Huang, you have to trust the second brother.You watched the second elder brother grow up, and he would definitely not do such unconscionable things as taking the life of a fetus.

──There must be a hidden truth behind the incident, if you take a step back and say that it really happened, that person named Lu Xiaonian must be the culprit.

──In addition, about Bi Ran, brother Huang, Qianqiu... Qianqiu still has something to talk to you about.

She said interview.

Bi Ran was the victim. The child he was carrying so hard was killed by Hua Moyi and Lu Xiaonian.Why did Qianqiu say that she wanted to have an interview with him about him?

Could it be that Qianqiu mobilized the crowd to release all the pigeons, shouldn't it be to comfort him and Bi Ran who lost their beloved son?

At first, he patiently watched Qianqiu's defense for Hua Moyi. After watching, he felt that it was difficult for him to discern the younger sister's initial motives. She said that he wanted him to wait for her to come from Wangcheng. There is something strange—what kind of meaning does Hua Qianqiu want to express?

The note tightly held in his hand turned into powder in an instant and shattered from the palm of his hand.

He seemed to understand something, but he didn't want to understand at all.

"Come here." After a whole day of silence without saying a word, Hua Shijun opened his mouth and realized that his voice was unreasonably hoarse.

The personal guard was also taken aback by his abnormal tone, and was even more horrified when the eldest prince, who had always been calm and calm, turned around, with bloodshot eyes that could not be concealed, and a gloomy expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Hua Shijun looked at him, thinking about one thing in his mind, but he said: "...how is the situation in the prison, are you keeping a good watch on the prisoner?"

"Back to Your Highness, I have been on tour for three rounds today. The Second Highness is still the same as yesterday, refusing to eat... and the Second Highness has started to get louder and louder." Speaking of Hua Moyi, his stomach is full of sadness Tears must be poured out, the guards almost want to cry for the colleagues in the prison.

"...What is he making trouble for?"

"The Second Highness disliked the bad food in the prison, and said that he didn't sleep well. He also released the flower spirits to fly all over the prison. A dozen brothers chased those flower spirits, and they were hurting..." The Second Highness said Yuhuacheng's military skills are ranked among the best in the entire Huayao Kingdom. In a real fight, I'm afraid he won't be inferior to His Highness. These little shrimp soldiers and crab generals are no match for His Highness the Second Highness.His Highness the Second Highness sincerely wanted to make a fuss, all the guards in the prison were so busy jumping up and down that they didn't have time to watch another prisoner, Lu Xiaonian.

Hua Shijun squinted his eyes, Hua Moyi's fuss was beyond his expectation.

"Where's Lu Xiaonian?"

The guard quickly replied: "The foreigner is lying in his cell in good condition. I heard that he is in Bigu and can't move casually. The subordinate also went to see it with his own eyes. It looks as if he is dead, but he is very peaceful."

Hua Shijun thought, maybe Lu Xiaonian fell into a coma after being punished with forty sticks, and was too quiet for a while, Hua Moyi couldn't check his physical condition with his own eyes, so he was anxious and started to run amok.

Forget it, no matter how much trouble Hua Moyi made, he wouldn't dare to escape from prison under his nose if you lend him ten guts.Just let him vent.

With a change of mind, Hua Shijun hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "What is Bi Ran doing now?"

"The eldest princess wakes up an hour ago, and she should be taking a bath right now."

"...Lead me the way."

Light smoke curled up, and water mist filled the airtight room, covering all the utensils in the room with a layer of tulle, so that everything in the field of vision was unclear.

From behind the screen, Bi Ran said in a low voice: "You all step back."

The two servants who followed from Wangcheng looked at each other.

In the increasingly hot air, they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly, let alone the seemingly invisible figures hidden behind the screen.Both of them hesitated slightly: "This...His Royal Highness told the servants to stay close at every step, and to take good care of the Crown Princess..."

"I have been able to move freely." The voice was calm, but there was an indescribable deterrent force.

Biran Qingyue's voice came through the screen and layers of water mist. The person who had just had a miscarriage should be a very weak person, but his words were tinged with coldness, and the two maidservants shuddered inexplicably.

Think about it, it's just a small matter of bathing and cleansing, so there should be no big mistakes.

"Yes...the servant will retire."

There was a soft babble, and the door was closed again.

Bi Ran closed her eyes and listened to the maidservant's footsteps going away, slowly loosened the tightly clenched fingers hidden behind her back, and put on the long wooden barrel filled with steaming hot spring water.In fact, his body was still very weak, and he felt dizzy when he got up from the couch; when the maid helped him back behind the screen, the soles of his feet were shaking.

But he still pretended to be nonchalant and sent people away.

From the spring water sprinkled with medicinal fragrance, I saw my pale and gloomy complexion.Bi Ran thought mockingly, aborting the fetus on his own would still seriously damage his vitality, and he could no longer use his true energy in a short period of time.This may also be another kind of retribution. The child who was cruelly sacrificed used his own way to take revenge on him, a cruel and merciless person.

Thinking of the child, a piercing pain suddenly surged up in my heart, and as soon as the fingers holding the edge of the wooden barrel softened, my body almost fell straight into the barrel.

Fortunately, he recovered in time, stabilized his figure, and forcibly suppressed all thoughts about the child.

A done deal, no amount of retrospect and pain can redeem the fact that he killed that little life with his own hands.

Bi Ran closed her eyes and opened them again, fumbling with one hand to untie the front breastplate, the moon-white undershirt slowly slid down to her waist.

His eyes fell from his shoulders, to his forearms, and then to the bare white skin of his upper body.

Sending the maids away, he didn't really intend to take a bath and cleanse.Instead, I want to confirm whether the view map of mountains, rivers and roads, which could not be hidden originally, can once again suppress its appearance with the help of my own skill after the fetus is separated.

He Fang unbuttoned his clothes, before he could clearly see the details of his skin in the dense water vapor, suddenly he heard footsteps outside the door, Hua Shijun had come uninvited, and pushed open the door of his bedroom.

Bi Ran was startled suddenly, Hua Shijun had already stepped into the room.Sweeping around with extraordinary eyesight, he saw clearly that there was no one in the room, only the faint sound of water coming from behind the screen.

His Highness immediately frowned slightly, and asked aloud: "Where are you? You are not here to serve the Crown Princess, but where have you been sneaking away?"

Bi Ran quickly pulled up the front of his clothes, held the rim of the bucket with his fingers, and without hesitation, raised his breath and jumped into the steaming wooden barrel.When the toe touched the bottom of the bucket, it felt soft, and the lower abdomen throbbed.

He clutched his abdomen, bit the groan back into his throat, only gasped, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.

"I... let them go down to rest." She managed to squeeze out a few words to answer Hua Shijun.His eyes turned black, presumably it was because he barely used his true energy just now, and touched the weak body that had been aborted.

Hua Shijun paused, probably because he heard his voice was uncomfortable.He waved his hand to let the following servants retreat, and strode into the room by himself, turned around, passed the screen, and saw the figure soaked in hot water.

Bi Ran was drenched, curled up in the bucket, Hua Shijun looked back and forth on his neat clothes.

"I'm cleaning myself, what are you doing here?"

"Ha..." The eldest prince did not have the slightest intention to avert his gaze, his eyes were scorching, gazing at his curvaceous figure full of aggression due to soaking in his body.

Bi Ran choked. In the past, Hua Shijun respected him and did not take three steps easily. It has never happened before that he hinted to him that he "see no evil" like today, but he didn't hear it.The more serious the man's aggressive gaze, the more self-evidently dangerous it is.

Bi Ran's hand covering her lower abdomen involuntarily let go, and instead tightly gripped her skirt.

"Hua Shijun," the warning voice raised, "I'm taking a bath."

However, Hua Shijun elongated his tone, thoughtfully, and asked slowly and calmly: "Then tell me, when did you have the habit of wearing clothes to cleanse yourself?"