Accidentally turned waste material Zijiao into a regent

Chapter 291 It's Scrap Paper Again (Second Update)
"Fuquan, go get me a bowl of ginseng soup."

Eunuch Fuquan wondered why His Majesty always asked him to fetch the tonic soup in person these days. Could it be that the cook tried to harm her last time, so that His Majesty could no longer feel at ease.

But the emperor didn't drink it when he got it back.

"No!" He still obeyed the order.

After everyone left, Emperor Nanying glanced at the rough straw paper again.

These days, he asked the guards to stay fifty steps away from the Ming and Qing Palace every night, and also sent Fuquan away.

But why hasn't that girl come?

Even though Emperor Nanying missed his daughter Bailixi, he did not believe in ghosts and gods. The theory of ghosts and gods was only used by him to rule the people.

He knew that the one dressed as Xi'er was a little girl.No matter what the girl's purpose was, she found out the person who poisoned and murdered him.

Just as he was thinking, a white shadow erratically entered the Ming and Qing Palace.

It's fine if the words are rotten, but the paper is also rotten.

Emperor Nanying was sure that the eyes looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who had read countless people at that time.

Even if he guessed it was a person, Emperor Nanying was shocked.

She looked at the copybook in her hand and took out: "Open the coffin for autopsy".

Before Emperor Nanying could say if it was okay, in a hurry, Mo Xi "floated" to the dragon table by himself, picked up a brush and drew a "?" sign on the rice paper laid out.

As for what was painted on it, the emperor didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to look around.

Hold it up for Emperor Nanying to see.

He took out his small whistle and blew it in the still night.

Listening, the corners of his mouth raised.

He really wanted to touch Mo Xi's sleeping point, the little girl seemed to be tired all day long, tossing and tossing non-stop during the day and night.

In the normal Ming and Qing palaces, it is definitely not allowed to mess with the fire. This is the emperor's oral order, so I dare.

I hurried to pick up the things the emperor wanted to burn.

Eunuch Fuquan put it down.

One for copybooks and one for emojis.

Emperor Nanying looked at the ghost painting talisman with his eyes wide open, full of doubts, what is this?
He who has read many books has never seen this word.

He looked up and down, and finally settled on Mo Xi's eyes.

"But you miss your father?"

"It's not Dachao."

Originally, there was only one piece, but this time there are more and more.

But Mo Xi just used this face to make things easier.

I didn't think so much last time because I missed my daughter, but now I see that this little girl is so light, she is really like a ghost. I am afraid that even the imperial guards in front of the palace will not be able to catch this lightness.

Rong Xiao: ...Fortunately, his master is Yan Nanfei, otherwise he would not be able to catch up...

It's not that Emperor Nanying didn't think about it, but the scars on the body were caused by the weapons used by the soldiers of the Great Dynasty.

Emperor Nanying came prepared, this girl must be in the palace, he wanted to find clues so that he could find her in the daytime.

For a long while he had no idea, his temples were throbbing violently.

Mo Xi is not stupid, she thinks that if she is not a puppet, she must have an IQ above 130 to be an emperor.

"lay down!"

"Come here, let Father take a good look at you..."

Rong Xiao has already strengthened his inner defense.

Emperor Nanying waved his hands in disgust: "Burn these things here."

But for a moment he opened his eyes, it was completely different from last time, the music was brisk and melodious, as if his heart was in full bloom, facing the morning sun.

Emperor Nanying felt a dull pain in his heart, and he was speechless for a while, of course he felt that his daughter died unjustly, and was killed by the soldiers of the Great Dynasty.

Rong Xiaoping, who was behind, retreated all the masters in black who were secretly protecting, and followed.

The original owner's voice was so pleasant that she didn't speak because she was afraid that others would remember it after hearing it once.

She held up a piece of straw paper that had been written a long time ago and placed it in front of her chest.

"Put blame on others."

Frowning, staring at the word: "Open the coffin for autopsy!"

As soon as Eunuch Fuquan came back, he saw the emperor frowning with thick eyebrows, holding a sign with both hands, racking his brains.

Mo Xi's eyes were still dark, with a sweet smile on his face.

Eunuch Fuquan hurriedly picked it up to look at it, turning around in doubt, turning, turning, turning again.

Emperor Nanying was astonished, and a fire erupted immediately. His beloved daughter was murdered at a young age, and she died aggrievedly. How could he open the coffin again to disturb her peace.

With one hand behind his back and paper in the other, he walked up to Mo Xi and handed the rice paper to Mo Xi.

"Xi'er..."

Mo Xi changed another one: "It's an unjust death."

Mo Xi changed another one: "Cesarean section."

Emperor Nan Ying couldn't help but twitch his old face when he saw the straw paper card.

Emperor Nanying almost jumped violently, just when he was about to call for his guards.

Fuquan really didn't know, and didn't dare to speak nonsense, sweating from his brow.

He called his little father-in-law, fetched a copper basin, and set fire to the papyrus in the Ming and Qing Palaces.

Turning around, I saw Eunuch Fuquan holding a soup cup with a puzzled expression on his face.

The first time she appeared suddenly, I didn't have time to react, but it's been several days, I must have thought about it, maybe how I want her to show her original shape this time.

The mighty Emperor Nanying wants to read the words written on the straw paper.

Mo Xi stopped on a tree crown.

Then the tune was heard.

How could it be exactly the same as my daughter.

"Death will never rest in peace."

"There is another secret."

The word guessing game between the two became more and more tacit.

At this time, the footsteps of Eunuch Fuquan came from a distance.

"Open the coffin for an autopsy."

Mo Xi took the paper in a daze. The reason why he chose straw paper was not because the toilets in the imperial palace were filled with this paper, and the masters of each palace had different preferences for the paper they used. If they didn't want to leave clues, they could only choose the public ones.

When he looked at this face, he was shocked again.

The words that Mo Xi thought of in advance are also used in the same way, and if they are reversed, they will be repeated.

Emperor Nan Ying stared at the few words with his sharp eyes, and made an astonishing move for a while.

Rong Xiao's face twitched, he still remembered the indescribable tune that the little girl played when she was confronting the [-] army in Beimo in Taiyou City.

Even though Mo Xi's makeup changed the shape of his eyes, the broken stars in his black pupils were still as bright as daylight.

Let me recognize this ugly word again.

In the middle of the night, Mo Xi came to a wilderness, that is to say, her lightness kung fu was good. If an ordinary person would have to walk for two hours, she only used the kung fu of a stick of incense.

……

"Look, what's this word?"

After processing everything, only the one with the strange symbol is left.

The sound of footsteps was only a few meters outside the hall, Mo Xi couldn't wait any longer, pointed at the question mark with his finger, and stepped out of the window the moment Eunuch Fuquan came in.

Emperor Nanying: "How do you know?"

After leaving the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Mo Xi went straight out of the palace again.

Fuquan took it, and was startled: Why did the emperor fall in love with this toilet paper recently?

He turned around, strode, walked to the dragon case, raised his hand and pulled out a dozen rice papers, and turned around again.

The emperor thought about it for a long time, and decided to find an expert the next day.

I thought she really didn't know the rhythm, but she didn't expect to play such a nice tune.

What Mo Xi played was "Towards the Future Together", which was joyful, sunny, and energetic.

It was the first time he heard such a tune, and it made people feel comfortable unconsciously.

Her black eyes shattered the starlight, and she looked at the charming woman on the canopy of the tree. Under the faint crescent moon, her figure was light and her skirt was light, like a fairy passing through the mortal world.

(End of this chapter)