The imperial doctors said it was, and they did not dare to show any doubts and surprise on their faces, and they did not dare to ask what happened to the emperor and his brothers inside, which caused Feng Qingchen to faint.

His sharp eyes swept across their faces one by one, and Bai Mo said again.

"Today, Prince Qingchen committed suicide by cutting his wrist..."

"Please rest assured that Your Majesty has excessive drinking tonight, and has a rash on his body. He has a high fever and may be in danger of his life. Therefore, he summoned his ministers and others to be on standby at any time."

Without waiting for Bai Mo to give some advice, the female imperial doctors answered in a uniform manner.

Bai Mo was surprised for a moment.

Seeing the surprise on the face of the queen, the leader of the Imperial Hospital stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has given me instructions."

Only then did Bai Mo see behind this group of women, the beauty in purple clothes, floating in the wind, as if she was in the painting.

"Why haven't Rong Aiqing left the palace yet?"

Rong Yue's face did not change and said, "Because Your Majesty did not order me to leave."

Bai Mo: "..."

Oh, she forgot.

She still had no doubt about Rong Yue's ability to do things. Bai Mo waved his hand and let the imperial doctors go in so as not to chat a few more words here. Feng Qingchen lost too much blood and really pushed the corpse over.

Then, she turned to look at Rong Yue.

"Didn't Rong Aiqing say that there are still important matters to discuss? Go to the Imperial Study Room to discuss in detail."

Bai Mo shook his robe and walked straight by Rong Yue, climbing the bluestone road.

Rong Yue kept a distance of half a step behind and followed Bai Mo slowly.

Because he came in a hurry and was worried that there were too many people and could easily leak secrets, except for Rong Yue, Bai Mo did not let Bi Yun and other female servants follow him.

When we went back, it was naturally only two of her and Rong Yue.

This is the season when flowers bloom. The fragrance of the night in the imperial garden is slightly intoxicating, but in this rich and fragrant aroma, there is a very faint smell of blood mixed in it.

As we walked, it became stronger and stronger.

Rong Yueruhua's black eyebrows frowned slightly, stretched out a hand, easily avoided Bai Mo's right hand, and held her uninjured arm.

Her Majesty the Empress was caught by the Prime Minister's wolf claws in surprise. She stopped, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Love Rong, you are so brave!"

The Prime Minister's psychological endurance has always been astonishingly strong. How could he be frightened by the words of Her Majesty the Queen's obviously without any anger?

Rong Yue's eyebrows and eyes remained motionless, her eyes moved to Bai Mo's arm, reminding him: "Your Majesty, the wound on your arm is cracked."

Bai Mo was wearing a black dragon robe.

Because a long time ago, she remembered someone once said-

The colors of the night can cover up all the filth. Don’t worry about dirtying your clothes when you kill, and don’t worry about seeing the clues when you are injured.

When she said this sentence unconsciously, a strange light flashed through Rong Yue's eyes, but in just a moment, it finally disappeared.

Rong Yue's eyes were still on the place where the sword was scratched in her right arm memory, which was covered in extreme black. There was no trace of injury. She lowered her eyes and said, "But I smelled the smell of blood."

Her Majesty the Queen raised her eyebrows slightly and asked with a smile: "Is Rong Aiqing a dog born in the year of the dog? Can you smell this?"

The Prime Minister's beautiful face froze: "..."

Can you chat well?!
Chapter completed!