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——Tianfei refers to the death of the world——

The onlookers were stunned and chattered.

Zhou Tan sized him up, but he couldn't see his facial features and expressions. He could understand such surprise. How could the Supreme True Buddha's substitute be reduced to such a puddle of mud?

But a deeper silence swept over his heart. He had already guessed the whole story, and naturally knew that a person who is full of calculations and god-making can do anything.

"What birthday?" Zhou Tan asked.

"Frost Moon..." the man said in a hoarse voice, shaking his fingers while digging the muddy water on the ground as he recalled: "Frost Moon tails and mist heads, winter goes to spring and swallows return home."

Sure enough, don't even have to ask.

But if Ji Qing knew that this was a rumor, a fabricated method to break the curse, how could he be so convinced?

"The current emperor in the south..." Ahutai suddenly said, "It's not the son of Emperor Wen Yuan."

"how do you know?"

"Ah..." he said, his face full of reason: "That's what everyone in Yanyun Tower says."

"Then... who is he?"

"The child of the King of Jeju..." Ahutai poked his ears, and recalled desperately: "What kind of brotherly love is there when he is dying? Anyway, he should be the nephew of Emperor Wenyuan. Look at the Ji, it is written like Yu Yu. Ji of Jingji’s family is different, that’s what, that’s right.”

Zhou Tan was stunned. Even a person like him who grew up in the court didn't know such a secret. How could the people in the North clearly understand this family matter covered under the blanket?

No matter how omniscient Yanyun Tower is in the world, it is too much.

Sure enough, the strokes were slightly different. Zhou Tan raised his eyebrows, realizing that the Ji in this seal might point to the branch of the royal family that is thin and has no difference from the past—the Ji family of Jeju.

Zhou Tan rubbed the stamped letter back and forth, wiping off the powder with one finger, and the fragrance of cloves floated.It was a carmine-colored powder, like a little crimson in the snow.

The princess of Jeju, who died early, is said to have come from a family of incense makers in Jeju, and learned the technique of making incense in and out of the palace.

Make incense, incense!

"Human life is as brittle as paper, and the beauty is fragrant, what can't be killed."

He suddenly thought of what Lu Chengzhi was muttering, and his heart became more and more horrified. No wonder Ji Qinghe was regarded as a thorn in his side. He was not the eldest son, but the eldest son.

The heart is soft enough to be kneaded by others.

In Zhou Tan's impression, the King of Jeju was just a portrait, neither the living nor the dead, no one cared about him, and no one knew what was hidden behind it.

He has a gentle temperament, and it is said that he is a good old man of few words. The biggest trouble is that the young Mu Ai broke his marriage contract and wanted to marry that concubine of mediocre background.

Ahutai slapped his forehead, and made a shocking statement: "The incense that Princess Jeju is best at is called Xue Rongchun, isn't it?!"

Zhou Tan didn't want to reprimand him for not saying earlier, this person's mind is muddled, he knows a lot, but he thinks it out, and whether he can remember it all depends on luck, and he is so simple and honest.

A craftsman has the arrogance and conceit of a craftsman, and his name must be kept in his works. The princess of Jeju also has such a temper. Can she hide something that is not what she cares about? She seems to want her name to resound in all the counties and cities. Even... notoriety.

Zhou Tan frowned, and wiped the powder from between his fingers.The person who claimed to be the true Buddha was still rolling on the ground, like a mud monkey, constantly scratching the layer of skin on his body that could no longer be called skin.

The fragrance of spring, river, flowers and moon is burned everywhere in Yujing City. Xue Rongchun is a past event that has been turned over, and even fragmentary information has not been preserved. The lingering smell has long since dissipated. , knowing nothing.

The older perfume maker may still have a half-knowledge, but he has no clue about the rest.

Making incense is bound to be a tricky subject, Zhou Tan leaned over and asked again: "Have you seen the concubine Tian?"

There was no beginning or end of a sentence, but the man trembled like an illness, and he waved his hands frantically: "No, no, no, I don't know."

Want to cover up.

Zhou Tan stopped speaking and was silent for a while.

He had learned from countless clues that the true Buddha who was on a red lotus boat was not a saint with a pure heart and asceticism. He had an equal wife named Tianfei.

The true Buddha does not come to the world, and the concubine who reincarnated first is the "savior" of this sect of believers.

"Do you think the princess is not enough..." Zhou Tan sneered: "It must be equal to the sky."

-

"What did the imperial concubine see you doing?" Zhou Jintu asked.

Zhang Lihua secretly set up a shrine in the backyard, and boldly worshiped her lover whose blood was spattered three feet.

She didn't seem to have anything to worry about, and the smile on her face was even rarer. Only when she saw Ji Boming who came to the palace to visit her mother, would she show a few faint smiles that were too shallow to be seen.

"It's very similar to..." She said to Zhou Jintu, "Isn't it?"

"Yes..." The Princess replied mercilessly, "It will take a few more years. You don't need to recruit, and others can see it. You should be glad that he died early."

"Yes." Zhang Lihua lowered her head, slowly burning the bodhi leaf in her hand, and a faint fragrance overflowed.

"She doubts me and believes that I have something to do, but she is also worried that I have something to do with her. You say that she is full of things all over her body, so why are she afraid...others will catch her?"

Concubine Song Guifei is a ruthless woman, she mercilessly stabs people with a knife, and there are not too many lives on her back, but no one can hold the evidence that she has really done something.

The private rumors circulating in the palace all said that she was the real culprit who murdered the daughter of the Yan family, but there was no evidence.

"Women have a narrow chance of dying in childbirth..." Zhou Jintu said, "Without evidence, there is nothing we can do."

New things and old things are all things, Zhang Lihua pushed back the stone wall, and then covered the hidden compartment with heavy brocade curtains.

She squeezed the beads in her hand: "I have seen the people who were present back then, and they all said..."

The tip of her nose wrinkled slightly: "It is said that when she gave birth, there was a strange fragrance, which was a smell that she had never smelled before."

"Incense?"

"Yes, and no..." Zhang Lihua said, she knew that the so-called god gave birth to a child, stepped on auspicious clouds, and the flowing light and five-color fragrance were purely far-fetched rumors in the neighborhood. The dark knife: "Those who were present all vomited and had diarrhea for a few days, but the symptoms were mild and not fatal."

As for the puerpera who had already stepped into the gate of hell, she couldn't be dragged back.

The aristocratic family pays attention to the use of incense, and there are rules and regulations, so it is bound to not take out a piece and burn it, unless it is a gift from someone, it will use this new spice that has not been used before.

Who is the sender of the spices?

Concubine Song...

"Incense that kills people..." Zhou Jintu pondered, "What incense?"

The incense in the boudoir, the knife that kills people, are hidden without a trace, and they are helpless to track down.

The princess has played with cosmetics since she was a child, and her sensitive nose can smell the difference of each fragrance. The ladies who grew up in Yujing City are all familiar with this knowledge, and the daughter of the Yan family naturally understands it, unless the smell is fragrant, there is nothing strange about it , unless the poisoner replaced a certain spice with a poison with a similar taste.

What will it be?

Playing poison with the left hand and holding incense with the right hand, he is also proficient in both, he is a talent.Zhou Jintu stared at Zhang Lihua, and said mockingly, "Concubine? The brain of the concubine can't handle a pair of skillful hands."

If Song Guifei knew that she was being described like this behind her back, she would probably spit out a mouthful of old blood, the bodhi leaves in the Buddhist altar would be completely burned, and there would be very little of the fragrance of fragrance left.

"The murder weapon..." Zhou Jintu said suddenly, "It's a crutch, and the case is well established."

"Go to sleep, Jun." Zhang Lihua said, with a bowl of lotus water on her fingertips, dripping down.

-

Concubine Tian's identity is clear, and the person in front of her seems to be terribly afraid of her.The concubine who was rumored to have passed away probably lived many years, and spread her skills everywhere.

What kind of resentment and anger does she have?It is necessary to keep a low profile and hide the needle in such a way that it is still "a long stream of water".

Chun Tingyue, Zhou Tan had a plan in his mind, and I'm afraid it was also her handwriting.

As a well-known vase in Yujing City, Zhou Jian'an is a good talker, with a simple and beautiful face, paired with a non-aggressive good temper that doesn't bother to argue, she has no enemies.

But Ji Qinghe's enemies said that she may have some strange and tortuous enmity with that concubine of Jizhou.

But why was He Lianyun being targeted?

Ji Qing is more in awe of Beidi than wary. To him, He Lianjun is a symbol of daring to complain but not daring to be angry. When the young maharaja was a forward runner, he was chanted by his master about the sages in the Yujing Palace. He knew that he couldn't compare to the young and famous Lord of the North, and he could handle a generous fake face well enough.

Zhou Tan asked himself if he knew this person well, he wouldn't have the guts to attack He Lianyun, unless he stepped on some untouchable painful foot.

There are untouchable mysteries everywhere, his body seems to be wrapped in a soft cocoon, Zhou Tan breathed out slightly, and asked emphatically, "Head wind, qi and blood backflow, what is the poison?"

He didn't expect to be able to ask anything. The man who claimed to be a true Buddha seemed to have stepped half of his foot into the loess, and he was half dead and couldn't even speak clearly. ,that is--"

"What is it?!" Zhou Tan quickly lowered his body and asked.

"It's Qingxin Wan." He said, "It's a good thing."

Zhou Tan's eyes became more and more red, and he almost spit out words through his teeth: "Where is the antidote?"

"Since it is a good medicine, how can there be an antidote?" The man whispered repeatedly: "Go to the sky, go to the sky, go to the sky, and you will be liberated in one step."

The author says:

Thank you all--

Concubine: I sound like a handle, full of handles.