Story of Yanxi Palace

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　　 Fucha Fu Heng didn't look at his face, only with his red ear on one side, facing Wei Yingluo. He was three steps away from Wei Yingluo, a distance that he could escape at any time: "Take it."

　　Wei Yingluo hesitated for a moment and raised his hand to take the medicine bottle in his hand.

　　 Fucha Fu Heng seemed relieved and turned to say: "This medicine is very useful for trauma, rub it once in the morning and evening."

　　Compared to the injuries on his body, Wei Yingluo cares more about his current attitude and looks at him carefully: "Master, why are you hiding from me?"

　　 "..." This question seemed to embarrass Fucha Fu Heng. After a while, he coughed, "A man can't look directly at a woman's body, you...you put your sleeves down."

　　Wei Yingluo remembered this. In order to see her injury, she rolled one sleeve to her shoulder and a whole arm was exposed in front of him. Bai Shengsheng was like a fresh lotus root, growing in the blue water.

　　 Slowly put down his sleeves, Wei Yingluo gently said: "Well, you can turn around."

Fucha Fu Heng turned around only now, he was really thin, but he only saw the woman’s arm, but he blushed. It looked both embarrassed and innocent, but he didn’t even realize it. Serious and inviolable, asked her: "Why do you want to ignite the veil today, but you know that an accident may burn you and your nobles and yourself?"

"I know it is very dangerous, but in that case, but in that case, this is the only way to attract everyone." Wei Yingluo whispered, "Imagine if I called out for help, and said that Hui Hui would kill someone, Who dares to enter the Yonghe Palace? They are afraid of hitting this kind of thing, they will only be heard when they don’t hear it. But the water in the palace is very different, everyone will come to fight the fire, so that I and the noble person, just May be saved."

　　Remembering how she was desperate and helpless when she called out for help, Fucha Fu Heng softened in her heart, and her tone softened: "If everyone didn't arrive, would the princess break into the door early?"

　　Wei Yingluo suddenly looked up at him: "Aren't you coming?"

　　 Fucha Fu Heng was surprised.

　　 It was clear that her clothes were neat, there were no areas that should not be exposed, no smile to him, and he did not do anything out of the ordinary, but he wanted to avoid her eyes.

　　Lest she find herself blushing.

　　 "Young Master..." Wei Yingluo stepped closer, "Are you sick, your face is red..."

　　She stretched out a hand as if to check the temperature of his forehead.

　　 Fucha Fu Heng hastily took a step back.

　　 "Sorry." It seemed that he noticed that his current behavior was a bit inappropriate. Wei Yingluo withdrew his hand and smiled apologetically at him.

Unable to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved in his heart, Fucha Fu Heng whispered: "Be careful next time, don't... don't laugh at the woman like this again. Didn't you have taught you, what is everyone Girl etiquette?"

　　Wei Yingluo no longer smiled, said lightly: "I am not everyone's boudoir, nor a mother."

　　 Fucha Fu Heng was surprised for a while, and was considering the words of remedy, then he heard Wei Yingluo talking again.

　　 "I only have a sister named Wei Yingning." After a pause, Wei Yingluo smiled, "But in the palace, she has another name, called Aman."

　　 Fucha Fuheng's complexion brush changed.

　　 "How?" Wei Yingluo stared at the other party and refused to let go of the slightest change, "Master, do you know my sister?"

　　 "I don't know." Fucha Fu Heng paused. "The medicine has been delivered, there is something left in the bodyguard, I will go first."

　　 is not so much a matter of leaving, it is better to say that he is running away from the desert.

　　 He walked so hurriedly that he didn't notice, and until he left, Wei Yingluo remained standing still, holding the medicine bottle with his fingers, looking at him expressionlessly.

　　 "This is a good healing medicine that most people can't get. Only high-grade military officers have it."

At night, Grandma Zhang came to visit her and brought her a bottle of wound medicine by the way. Although she also asked for it from the doctor, but compared to the bottle of healing medicine for the military attachés on the table, it was a heaven and an underground. .

　　 Wei Yingluo was lying on the bed, all the clothes had been removed, and her clean back was exposed. The place where she hurt the most was not the arm, but the back-an embarrassing place that she couldn't reach.

　　 tilted his head and glanced at the jade-colored medicine bottle on the table, Wei Yingluo said lightly: "Fucha Fuheng sent it, I don't want to use it for the time being."

　　 Hearing the coldness in her words, Grandma Zhang shook her head and persuaded her, while persuading: "Are you still doubting him?"

　　 "I saw Fucha Fu Heng today, and he said he didn't know my sister." Wei Yingluo smiled, "But his face is not the same thing......Ouch."

　　Mammy Zhang relaxed her strength and said: "How is it now, doesn't it hurt? Hey, you need to pay attention to a piece of evidence in everything. If you have no evidence, how can you treat him as a murderer?"

"Evidence?" Wei Yingluo flashed a trace of anger in his eyes, "Mammy, you know my sister too. When you know that her precious jade is picked up with her personality, she will definitely return it to the owner, but she has left the jade. There are only two kinds. Possibly, one is a lover and the other is an enemy. The elder sister has her beloved, even if she is ruthlessly abandoned, she will not change her heart easily. Then there is only one possibility left, Fu Heng bullied her elder sister!

"It's your guess again!" Mammy Zhang knew that she was already somewhat confused, and was busy analyzing with her, "Maybe Yupei was really picked up by your sister, and I don't know who lost it. I can't return it, or... Fu Heng is indeed Knowing your sister has nothing to do with her death..."

Wei Yingluo's face was uncertain, and after a while, he slowly exhaled: "Mammy, you said that my sister lost her innocence, and she refused to say who the other party is. The man in the palace is the royal guard except the emperor. The emperor has become a holy pet, and there is nothing to say, then there is only the guard in the palace. The elder sister is weak in appearance, but strong in her bones, and she is insulted for no reason. She will definitely get justice. I dare not say it! She is afraid of harming her family, Amma and me, who will make her so scared, only Fucha Fuheng, who has a high weight!"

She suddenly looked back at Mammy Zhang, as if she had found the target's bayonet, or as if she had found the fire of the lead. How can such a scandal appear in the former minister of the imperial court, this is the reason why her sister was killed and killed!"

　　 "You are enough..." Grandma Zhang has a terrible headache.

　　 "Mammy, dare you say that it is impossible?" Wei Yingluo asked back.

　　 Grandma Zhang was speechless for a while.

　　 If Wei Yingluo is just blindly sloppy, she can still be sternly reprimanded. The problem is that there is really such a possibility, and there is a clue that Yu Pei is there. The possibility is still great.

　　 "...Well, even if Fucha Fu Heng did it, what do you want?" Zhang Ma said helplessly, "What can you do?"

　　 "What can I do?" Wei Yingluo sneered, "Naturally it is murder to pay for life, debts and money!"

Knowing that her temper was strong, she didn't expect to be so strong. Grandma Zhang was taken aback and quickly grabbed her hand: "Don't be impulsive! Not for yourself, but also for your sister, think about your sister. Did you work hard to raise you and let you die?"

　　 Wei Yingluo froze for a moment, not because of fear of death, but because of the tears flowing in the other person's eyes.

　　 couldn't help but think of the sentence she sighed before-"No one... will cry for an irrelevant person."

　　 "...you're right." Wei Yingluo moved her head and looked down in shame, "I can't die yet."

　　Since there are still people in her world who care about her, then she can't die. She is afraid that she will die, and the other party will become the second her, falling into pain and hatred, and doing everything for revenge.

　　 "Good boy, good boy..." Grandma Zhang caressed her hair lovingly, "Come, turn around, Grandma continues to give you medicine."

　　Wei Yingluo cleverly yelled.

　　Coarse fingers covered with calluses, once applied with hot and painful wound medicine, fell together on Wei Yingluo's shoulder.

　　 She gritted her teeth and endured, even though there were scars, even if there were better choices, but... Fucha Fu Heng's medicine, she had never used it.