Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 780: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

This trip to Zhuoying Palace completely overturned Song Yuesheng's plan last night.

The heroine holds a key that can take her to another world.

The necessary conditions can be postponed, but the heroine must be sent away as soon as possible. Otherwise, if she continues like this, she will not be able to complete the mission even if she dies in this world two years later.

Song Yuesheng put down the brush and blew away the ink marks. When he heard that the Sparrow Spirit had compared the results and found them to be the same, he threw the waste manuscripts piled on the table into the charcoal brazier and burned them all.

She pushed open the door and said, "I'm going to the Shangshansi to get some food. You two don't have to follow me."

"Yes." Zhiqi and Zhenshu answered in unison.

After leaving Qiwu Palace, Song Yuesheng just turned around the corridor and suddenly stopped.

Under the plum tree not far away, He Yingxue was pulling Yan Wujiu's sleeve. The emerald green jade key was looming around her neck, emitting a strange luster in the sunlight.

"Sparrow Spirit, can you enlarge the green key on the heroine's neck? The high-definition original one."

"Wait a moment, Sister Yue. Let me try."

Blue Sparrow operated in the sea of ​​stars for a while, then replied, "Sister Yue, I've taken a screenshot."

"How does it compare to my drawing?"

"…96% similarity."

At this moment, Yan Wujiu turned his head sharply.

The moment their eyes met, Song Yuesheng clearly saw the murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Song Yuesheng raised her lips slightly, nodded, and turned around calmly. Her steps were neither fast nor slow, but her back was tense, ready to deal with any possible attack at any time.

"It's bad!" He Yingxue tightly grasped Yan Wujiu's wrist, her nails almost digging into his flesh, "If we kill her now, we'd better all die!"

Yan Wujiu stared at Song Yuesheng's receding back, his thumb unconsciously stroking the hilt of the knife: "Given how much your majesty values ​​her, we can't get away with killing her."

"You can't escape if you don't kill her!" He Yingxue's voice suddenly became sharp, and then suddenly lowered, "Did you see the look in her eyes? She must know about us..."

Her fingers unconsciously touched the jade pendant around her neck.

A gust of wind blew, and the snow on the plum tree fell down. Yan Wujiu suddenly pressed He Yingxue's shoulders and said, "Calm down. Ah Xue, it has to be a dark and windy day."

Only then did He Yingxue relax and buried herself in his arms.

She listened to his steady heartbeat and whispered, "When I find a way to go back, I will definitely take you away from this damn place."

"……Um."

Yan Wujiu's answer was drowned in the wind, but his hand quietly clenched his sword.

Axue's story is a secret.

He would eliminate anyone who might harm her.

Concubine Heng is no exception.

……

When Song Yuesheng stepped into the Shangshansi, the steaming hot air carrying the aroma of food hit him in the face.

She deliberately avoided the main entrance and walked through the side corridor, her embroidered shoes making no sound on the bluestone slabs.

Su Zhenhe was checking the food list, with a few specks of flour on his moon-white robe.

When he looked up, Song Yuesheng was already standing three steps in front of him, fiddling with a basket of newly arrived hawthorns with his fingertips.

"Why are you here during the day?"

Su Zhenhe paused with the brush in his hand, and the ink cast a small shadow on the account book. He suddenly laughed at himself and said, "Look at my memory. You are the imperial concubine now, so you can come at any time."

Song Yuesheng approached slowly, her skirt sweeping across the flour on the ground, leaving a light trace. As she leaned forward, the tassels of her golden hairpin swayed gently: "I have a business deal that I would like to ask Master Su for help." Her voice was very low, "You name the price."

Su Zhenhe closed the account book calmly: "How can a cook like me help... Could it be that he poisoned someone?"

"On the contrary." Song Yuesheng lowered his voice, "I want you to help me make something. I have heard of Su Shuangdao's great name."

If one wants to create a confusing jade pendant in a short period of time, there is no one else in the palace who can do it quietly except Su Zhenhe, who was a gangster in his early years.

Su Zhenhe's eyes wandered over her face for a moment, and suddenly he said loudly: "Madam, please come this way! The newly arrived bird's nest is over here—" When he turned around, the hem of his clothes blew up a gust of wind, "Let me make it clear first, the price is not cheap."

"Don't worry, I won't miss you."

The moment the door bolt fell, Song Yuesheng took out a square piece of paper from his sleeve.

After unfolding it, the pattern of the jade pendant key was clearly visible, with even the size of each line clearly marked.

"We want to see the finished product before the Lantern Festival."

Su Zhenhe's pupils shrank slightly: "Madam, are you going to give it to His Majesty that night?"

"It has nothing to do with him." Song Yuesheng said as she communicated with the sparrow spirit about the color of the jade pendant. Then she picked up a leek and said, "The color is lighter than leek, and the translucency is like jade."

Su Zhenhe's Adam's apple rolled, and his knuckles tapped the stove unconsciously: "Your Majesty's request..." His voice was deliberately difficult, "It's not easy to do."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows: "Is ten thousand taels of gold enough?"

"Your Majesty is so generous." Su Zhenhe suddenly approached, his body still covered with the heat of the stove fire, "I am curious, who are you going to give this precious item to..."

"The more you know," Song Yuesheng did not retreat but advanced, with her fingertips against his chest, "the faster you will die."

She opened her red lips slightly, exhaling as sweet as orchid, "Su Zhangyin has something important to do, it's safer for you to pretend to be confused."

Su Zhenhe's eyes suddenly darkened, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the rice jar.

The flour sack was knocked over, raising a cloud of white dust that formed a hazy web between the two men.

"What do you know?" Su Zhenhe's fingers tightened a little more, and red marks appeared on the skin of Song Yuesheng's wrist.

"It's just some insignificant gossip." She chuckled in the dust, not afraid of the murderous intent in his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your plan."

Song Yuesheng suddenly lowered his voice, and his warm breath brushed past Su Zhenhe's ears: "And...what you want will come true soon."

She clearly felt the hand that was holding her tremble slightly.

Su Zhenhe sneaked into the palace to avenge his master, which coincided with He Yingxue's inexplicable attempt to kill the Queen Mother.

Thanks to Shen Qihe's inspection, she realized that the poison in the bird's nests was slowly eating away at the Queen Mother's life. She was afraid that when the Queen Mother used up the last box stored in Qiwu Palace, she would die.

Su Zhenhe stared at Song Yuesheng for a while, then slowly loosened his grip. As he stepped back, he knocked over the salt jar, and the snow-white particles scattered all over the floor. "Come and pick up the goods on the evening of the 14th."

"Any time is fine?"

"It's best to go at midnight." Su Zhenhe bent down to pick up the salt shaker. "No one will be in the Shangshansi at that time, so you won't be noticed if you come."

Song Yuesheng nodded: "Okay, I'll give you the money when the time comes. I'll give you the money and the goods."