Flower Fairy Reincarnation Assist Guide

Poppy is deducing the chess record in the study, the leaves in the yard outside are rustling, and the swaying tree shadows are reflected on the window and dance wildly, looking a little hideous.

It seems that the night wind is very noisy today.

Just when he reached a critical point on the chessboard, the butler led an unobtrusive young man into the study.

The young servant lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "My lord, I have something important to report."

Poppy put down the chess record, seeing that it was his informant, she waved the housekeeper to go out.

"What do you want to report?"

"Returning to my lord, Lord Furong opened a pavilion again in Xiaoxiangfang tonight, and it was His Majesty who won the first prize. However, His Majesty stayed in the Mixiang Pavilion for less than half an hour before going back to the palace. At that time, his face was not very good."

Poppy was surprised, Li Luosu suddenly subdued and went to Xiaoxiangfang to meet Xia Jushuang, which made him a little unexpected.

He hurriedly asked, "What about Lord Furong?"

"Mr. Furong is still in the pavilion, there is nothing serious."

"...I see, you go back to Xiaoxiangfang first and keep watching."

"Yes, little farewell."

There was silence in the study, listening to the wind outside the window, Poppy sat there without moving for a long time.

He wasn't sure what Li Luosu was thinking at this moment, why he wanted to meet a trick that meant nothing to him.

Thinking of the previous design for Duanmu Yao, Poppy's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... because of this incident?

He also thought of the conversation with Xia Jushuang in Qingxi Pavilion after the old emperor was assassinated at the palace banquet of the Lotus Watching Festival, and he suddenly felt uneasy.

I almost forgot that this key person who is famous in the capital city should know a lot of things. If he doesn't deal with it properly, I'm afraid it will fall short in the future.

Thinking of this, he got up and opened the chest of drawers in the corner, took out a black cloak with a hood, and left the house alone.

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After Li Luosu left, Xia Jushuang stayed alone in the Mixiang Pavilion. He leaned against the window, looking out of the window at the Luoshui, which was soaring and rushing due to the rainy autumn.

The night wind is noisy, I don't know if the wind on the frontier battlefield is also so disturbing.

He thought of Tu Shenshui, and what he said to him after he was designed that day, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

It's really not worth it.

But even if a person like him and things like him are so insignificant, they will still be used by others. Who wants to muddy this pool of clear water?

Xia Jushuang was not qualified to control her own destiny since she was born. She originally thought that meeting Tu Shenshui would make her more casual and happy, and maybe she could hope for a happy ending, but in the end she was used as a pawn to provoke others. He also personally hurt himself and his heart.

He suddenly became a little unwilling, and wanted to know who made all this.

"Of course I just want to create the fate of the person I fancy, such as you, the No. 1 character in the capital, Furong-kun."

Some fragments flashed through Xia Jushuang's mind, and his heart moved, he took a pen and ink, spread out a piece of paper with gold hibiscus flowers, and wrote down his conjectures with a pen.

All the way from the night of Hongling's death to the day when he and Duanmu Yao were plotted, it seems that there is more or less one person that cannot be avoided.

Just as he was thinking about whether there was any real evidence to prove that these things were done by that person, the little maid outside the pavilion knocked on the door.

"Mr. Fu Rong, Lord Su is here."

Xia Jushuang's hand trembled, and the ink on the pen stained the piece of paper. He flicked it hastily and stuffed the piece of paper under his seat.

The little maid didn't hear the answer for a long time, and felt a little embarrassed and a little scared.Although the previous guest had already gone back, she was not sure whether Mr. Furong would let the lord in today.

Just when she was about to persuade Su Ying to go back, Xia Jushuang's voice came from inside the door: "Master Su, please come in."

The little maid let out a sigh of relief, and opened the door of the Mixiang Pavilion for him.

"Mr. Furong, long time no see."

Poppy took off her hood and unbuttoned her cloak, and sat in front of the table.

Xia Jushuang smiled, poured a glass of wine for him, and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't know why your lord came here suddenly late at night, what's your business?"

"Without your work, can't I come to see you?"

"Of course not." Xia Jushuang covered her face and said with a smile, her brows and eyes were as romantic as ever.

"It's just that I've never seen my lord come to Xiaoxiangfang at night. When I stayed with an adult before, my lord always used the excuse that my wife is strict and never agreed."

Poppy took a sip of her wine and said with a smile: "To be honest, I came here tonight because my wife was angry, so I came here to avoid the limelight."

"Oh? How does your lord know that I will definitely open the door for you? What if I have guests here tonight?"

"Mr. Furong is so popular, it's not unusual to have guests here. I just want to try my luck. If you really don't open the door, then I will have to sit outside the Mixiang Pavilion until dawn alone."

"Oh, what kind of anger did Madam get so angry that your lord would rather stay away from the maiko door at night than stay away?"

As soon as the His Majesty left, the lord followed, which was really a coincidence.

Xia Jushuang looked at his black cloak, and couldn't help but want to test the other party's purpose.

"Of course it was because Madam learned of a bad thing that she couldn't know, that's why she lost her temper."

"Then this bad thing that can make Madam furious... Did your lord do it yourself?"

Poppy's fingers stroked the smooth edge of the wine cup, and he stared at Xia Jushuang with those dark-looking eyes, without opening his mouth for a long time.

"Since my lord doesn't want to tell me, then I have something I want to ask my lord."

Xia Jushuang changed her posture, leaned on the lacquered table, and said: "Speaking of which, it was still in spring, and it seems that my lord came to invite our singer Hongling to the banquet at the mansion, but after that night I I never saw her come back again, presumably the lord took a fancy to her and already paid her ransom fee? I don’t know if your wife is angry because she didn’t serve her wholeheartedly in the mansion?"

After hearing what he said, Poppy sighed softly, put down the wine cup, got up, walked around the table, and sat in front of Xia Jushuang.

He stretched out his hand to caress the famous prostitute's face, and while ravaging his lips with his fingertips, he sighed: "As expected of Mr. Furong, you are still so exquisite and pleasing to the eye, but you are a smart person, why are you so smart?" What are you going to say?"

"Whether I say it or not, my lord will not let me go tonight. Isn't that why you come here late at night in disguise?"

Xia Jushuang tilted her head back slightly, avoiding his fingers, and looked at him with a pair of brown eyes, expressionless.

Poppy clapped her hands and asked curiously, "Oh? Do you think I will definitely kill you?"

"Will your lord let go of a threat person who might know?"

Yeah, how come?He certainly won't let go of the mistake.

"...Aren't you afraid? Are you afraid that you will never see General Zhen Guo again?"

Thinking of Tu sinking into the water, Xia Jushuang lowered her eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "I am already someone who has nothing to do with him, why should I be afraid?"

Heh, another stupid person against his will.

Poppy laughed lightly, pinched his chin, straightened his face, and said, "It's a pity you know too much, otherwise this face that looks so much like His Majesty might still be useful to me."

"But I have no way out tonight, and I'm useless to you, aren't I?"

Poppy looked at Xia Jushuang's calm face, knew that he wanted to use his own death to release Tu Shenshui, and because of Li Luosu's misunderstanding of Duanmu Yao, she suddenly admired this trick.

"That being the case, I will do what Mr. Fu Rong wished, and I only hope that you will never regret it."

When the makeup knife made of thin silver pierced her heart, Xia Jushuang seemed to see the resolute figure who was sinking in the water under the full moon at the border, and the knife was immediately thrown into the wind and sand.

It's okay to see you no more, I hope you can forget the promise you made, don't do meaningless things for me, stay by the side of the proud man of heaven, and protect the glory of the general's mansion.

If there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you as soon as possible before meeting him.

The person in her arms finally stopped breathing, and Poppy pulled out the makeup knife.

"As expected of the craftsmanship of Xue Guo's court craftsmen, it is indeed extremely sharp."

Poppy once heard that Xue Guo's makeup knives are made extremely thin, so that women can die quickly and decently without pain when they are desperate. The blood on Xia Jushuang's chest is indeed only half the size of a palm. The makeup knife brought out only a few drops of blood from the apex of the heart, and the bright red blood dripped down the silvery snow-like blade on the scarlet carpet without leaving a trace.

He put the makeup knife into the exquisite scabbard, and then found a set of red clothes from the closet next to him, and changed it for Xia Jushuang.

Because the makeup knife is extremely thin, the wound closed quickly after the knife was pulled out, and if you don't check it carefully, it will be as if there has never been any damage.

Poppy threw the bloody clothes into a copper basin, then pulled out a burning candle and threw it in.

He went to the door again, knocked on the door, and said to the little maid who was watching the night outside: "Mr. Fu Rong has something to call you."

The little maid came in in a daze, and just as she closed the door, she said, "My lord, Mr. Furong..."

Before she could finish speaking, her neck was twisted.Poppy hugged her to the window, and threw the ashes of the bloody clothes into the rushing Luoshui outside.

After doing this, he sat back at the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and scanned the room while drinking to see if there were any leaks left.

Suddenly his eyes stopped on a gold jeweled ring on the table.

He recognized the finger wrench, the one Li Luosu often wore.

Probably this is the bargaining chip for the little emperor to win the first prize tonight, but even the heavens are really helping him.

Poppy covered her face and laughed in a low voice. He remembered what Tu Shenshui had said before he left for the expedition, and knew that he finally had a way to make him rekindle his hatred for the Li family.

"Mr. Furong, Mr. Furong, I didn't expect that your value after death will be much greater than when you were alive."

Would a mad dog without a leash bite someone?

Poppy couldn't help but look forward to it.So he put on the wrench and stretched out his hand to grab Xia Jushuang's neck.

As dawn approached, Xiaoxiangfang finally quieted down.

The night outside the window is as dark as ink, but in more than an hour, the early winter sun will rise.

Poppy looked at Xia Jushuang's already stiff body, took off the wrench and threw it in his hand, then put on her cloak and hood, took the makeup knife, and opened the door of Mixiang Pavilion. While the gold-selling cave was still in a deep sleep, it walked out of Xiaoxiangfang.

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