The full-level beauty has become the canary of the crown prince

Chapter 65 Looking for Shen Man's Lu Shang 8
The sky was getting dark, and Sui Sui was a little sleepy after playing, so she walked to Ning Jinsi's table and rubbed her eyes in a daze: "Sister~ sleep..."

Ning Jinsi took a look at her, picked her up and called Mingyue to the door, Sui Sui in his arms fell asleep in a blink of an eye, holding a wishful jade pendant tassel in his hand.

Ning Jinsi asked for this when she first went to the Qingfo Temple three years ago, and she put it away when she came back to Chang'an, and she hasn't seen it for a long time.

The little guy held it tightly, and Mingyue wouldn't let go no matter how much he pulled.

"Forget it. If she likes it, give it to her. Send her back quickly. Don't make Mrs. Shen wait."

"Yes." Mingyue answered and left with Suisui in her arms.

Ning Jinsi was also a little sleepy, and fell asleep on the bed before Mingyue came back.
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Lu Zhiyuan's wedding day is today, and the whole Lu Mansion is decorated with lanterns and festoons, so it's very lively.

Lu Zhiyuan sat in front of the mirror wearing a costume, secretly grabbed the sleeves with both hands, and silently prayed in her heart that Zhao Xuanyi would never come to Chang'an alive.

There were a lot of people coming and going in and out of the room, and the maids and nuns didn't go out until everything was set up. Lu Yiqiao was left alone in the room. She was a little anxious, after all, time was getting tighter, she believed in Lu Wenqi, but she couldn't completely believe him.

Lu Wenqi said that Zhao Xuanyi would die on the way to welcome his relatives, but it has been so long, and the auspicious time will come soon, and the news of Zhao Xuanyi's death has not yet come, so she can't help but tightly grip the dagger in her sleeve pocket.

She thought, if Lu Wenqi failed, then she would kill Zhao Xuanyi on the wedding night. She didn't want to marry anyone, let alone a scum like Zhao Xuanyi.

After waiting for a long time, there was no news from Lu Wenqi in the end. Suddenly, a person entered the room through the window.

She saw the man in the mirror, and she was ready to take out the dagger in her sleeve when she was vigilant, and asked calmly, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Miss," the man took off the veil covering his face, revealing a face that Lu Zhiyuan was very familiar with: "The young master asked me to tell the young lady that Zhao Xuanyi had already solved it. All the young lady needs to do is to cry in front of everyone. The harder you cry, the better. Wept so much that everyone believed that Miss really loved Mu Zhao Xuanyi."

Lu Zhiyuan didn't quite understand what he meant, and asked with some doubts: "Brother, what does this mean?"

The man shook his head, and just said: "The young master only said this, anyway, no matter what happens, you must remember what you just said."

He left after saying this, without giving Lu Zhiyuan any time to ask clearly.

Not long after he left, a servant girl came over and hurriedly opened the door: "Miss is not good, miss."

"What are you panicking about? Tell me slowly if you have something to say." Lu Zhiyuan said unhappily.

The servant girl settled down and told the matter slowly: "The son of the city lord of Liangzhou died unexpectedly."

Lu Zhiyuan suddenly became nervous, her heart was overwhelmed, and she calmed down for a while before saying: "Dead?"

Although she knew what was going on, she still had to act like she didn't know anything.

"Yes," the servant girl nodded: "The appearance of the death was extremely cruel, the internal organs of the body were full of a carriage, and it was not discovered until the gate of the mansion. The doctor said that he died two hours ago, and it seemed that he died by exploding. "

The servant girl couldn't help shaking her body as she spoke, presumably she was frightened when she saw it.

After hearing this, Lu Zhiyuan's eyes turned red, and suddenly two lines of tears rolled down. She helped the maid and said in a stumbling manner, "Hurry up, take me to see it, take me to see it."

The servant girl helped her to walk towards the vestibule, but she didn't see anyone on the road, not even the servant girl who was sweeping the floor was gone.

Many people stood in the vestibule, and the place with the largest crowd formed a circle, and in the middle was Zhao Xuanyi who was placed on a stretcher and covered with a white cloth.

Lu Zhiyuan walked over and watched tremblingly, and was supported by the maid to step forward. She secretly suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and stretched out her hand to lift the white cloth. When she saw Zhao Xuanyi's face, she suddenly shook her hand, leaning against her extremely weakly. On the maidservant, there are crying pear blossoms with rain on them, a look that I still feel pity for.

The guests who came to drink were discussing a lot at this time, not saying that Lu Zhiyuan was shameless, but that she was deeply affectionate, and crying so sadly after her fiancé died, they couldn't help but start to sympathize with her.

In an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, Lu Yiqiao looked at the woman with the same face as her through the veil, her expression was indifferent, and she thought of what Ning Jinsi said:

'Lu Zhiyuan had a human skin mask on her face, and if she wanted to take it off, she would use a pot of dog's blood. '
She raised her eyebrows secretly, then turned her head and said to the maid beside her who was wearing a veil like herself: "I'll find some dog blood later."

The servant girl nodded and said, turned around to look for Gouxue, leaving Lu Yiqiao alone to watch the play.

The old lady shook Lu Zhiyuan's hand distressedly and said, "Qiao Qiao has been wronged."

"I'm not wronged, my grandmother treated me very well, how can I be wronged." Lu Zhiyuan shook her head understandingly, and snuggled into the old lady's arms.

The old lady rubbed her head. At this time, the city lord of Liangzhou was late, and when he saw his son through the crowd, his eyes turned red instantly. It's a bit shocking to see.

The city lord of Liangzhou was very angry, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he didn't die in Chang'an City. Even if he was angry, he could only wait for the murderer to be found. He didn't believe that his son's death was accidental.

He knew Zhao Xuanyi's physical condition best. If there were any Jianghu killers, his force would be able to resist him. The only person who could make him explode so ugly could only be someone with strong force.

He said to the old lady: "Today, my son is sorry for Miss Lu. As an apology, the dowry will stay in Lu's residence."

The tone of the man's speech was a little choked up, and after he finished speaking, he raised his hand and someone carried Zhao Xuanyi away.

Lu Zhiyuan was still crying in the old lady's arms, her thin shoulders shrugged slightly.

Someone came forward and said:
"Miss Lu, don't be too sad. There are many gentlemen in Chang'an, and Miss Lu can always find a match."

"Yeah, fortunately, we didn't get married. If we pay our respects and get married, it will be too late."

"I came here today to ask for auspicious luck, so I will go back first."

"Yeah, I'm going first."

"Yes, yes, I will go first too."

"..."

Everyone wanted to leave one after another, since she wanted to leave, she didn't stop her, she just thanked Yiyi and said nothing more.

Lu Zhiyuan was secretly happy, but she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye, and she frowned, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

really--

"Don't be in a hurry, everyone, the good show is still to come."

A hoarse voice came, and the guests stopped and looked back to the source of the sound.

The girl sat on the wheelchair with her back straight, her face completely covered by a white veil.

Lu Zhiyuan began to panic, staring fixedly at the girl in the wheelchair, waiting for what she would say next.

Lu Yiqiao said concisely, "She's a fake."

Lu Yiqiao pointed to Lu Zhiyuan and said.

"what????"

Everyone sighed for a while, and then their eyes fell on Lu Zhiyuan, with a touch of inquiry in their eyes.

They don't care if what the girl said is true or not, they just want to watch the excitement.

At this time, the servant girl just came over with a small pot of dog blood, and the bright red blood could still reflect the human face. Everyone didn't know what she was going to do, Lu Yiqiao nodded, and the maid directly poured the whole pot of dog blood at Lu Zhiyuan past.

(End of this chapter)