Chapter 257

The woman stared at the green maple and shouted like last night: "it's her! It must be her poison! It's her poison! "

The woman rushed to the fence. In the weak sunshine, Qingfeng finally saw her face. It was a pale, bloodless face, with no ruddy lips. Maybe it's because of years of no sunshine or years of hunger. Her hair is dry and scarce. There is almost no hair above her forehead. The only thing that people can remember about the whole face is the eyes. The bloodshot eyes are wide open, as if they are all going to burst out. The black eyes are staring at you straight, as if penetrating your soul and looking at another place. The complicated eyes mixed with fear and hatred make the green maple's hair stand on end even when it is seen in the daytime.

Qingfeng's hand is covering his chest, trying to calm his crazy heart. Unfortunately, the disordered mind can not be pacified in a short time. Even so, Qingfeng still forces panic and looks at the woman obstinately.

I don't know if it was Qingfeng who pretended to be tough and cold eyes that shocked the woman, or if she suddenly thought of something, the woman quickly took back her hand, shook her head, and cried out in fear, "I don't know anything, I don't know anything, don't kill me, don't kill me!" Holding her head in her hands, the woman tore her hair and tried to cover her face with it, as if she could hide it. Qingfeng could feel that she was surrounded by panic, fear and panic. She hurriedly retreated back to the corner, buried her head between her knees and kept whispering, "don't kill me? Don't kill me? "

Although he had just vomited a mouthful of blood, Qingfeng felt a lot easier. The tightness of his chest, like being pressed heavily by a big stone, reduced a lot, leaving only the burning heat in his throat. Qingfeng is curious. What makes her so scared? She leans forward and asks tentatively, "who wants to kill you?"

"It's her, it's her!" The whisper with suppressed cry, Qingfeng show eyebrow light Cu, low voice continued to ask: "who is she?"

"She? What is she? The woman shrank in the corner and shivered. Qingfeng picked up her spirit and listened to the woman's intermittent whispers. Just as the woman said the name of the man, the heavy prison door was suddenly pushed open by a savage force. Fortunately, Qingfeng moved to the fence in order to listen to the words of the woman, but the sound of the prison door hitting the stone wall was just covered Living in the woman's weak voice, Qingfeng still didn't hear what she said.

The jailer stood at the door and looked at the green maple sitting by the fence. He said in a stern, expressionless voice, "come out."

Green maple slowly stood up with the fence and asked, "where are you going to take me?"

"It's not your turn to ask." Qingfeng stood still. The jailer impatiently walked into the cell, grabbed Qingfeng's collar, lifted her up and threw her out of the cell door. Green maple can't bear the strong strength, and directly fell on the hard stone walkway. "Get up." The jailer's yelling echoed in the cold stone walkway, which sounded ferocious and terrifying. Green maple bit his teeth secretly, endured the pain in his chest, and insisted on climbing up. She was not afraid of him, but refused to be dragged out like a dog.

The jailer pushed and pushed all the way down, and Qingfeng walked hard. Every step he took, his chest was like being torn once. After vomiting blood, his relaxed feeling faded, and he got more pain than any other pain. Just when she couldn't hold on to falling to the ground, she finally came to the stone room where she entered the prison last night.

In the stone room, a man dressed as a jailer is talking to an old man with a respectful attitude. The old man is full of white hair, and his white beard is growing to his stomach. He looks quite old, with a ruddy face and a straight waist, which shows his strong body.

Seeing her coming out, the old man nodded to her gently and said kindly, "please sit down, girl."

Qingfeng was already unsteady. The old man's voice didn't fall. She had fallen down on the chair and rested for a long time. The old man just looked at her quietly and didn't say a word.

Qi gradually Shun some, green maple raised his head, looking at him on guard asked: "who are you?"

The old man laughed and stroked his long beard. He didn't pay attention to Qingfeng's suspicion and invincibility at all. He replied with a good temper, "old Huang Jiao is a royal doctor."

Royal doctor? There is a doubt in my heart. Qingfeng doesn't believe it. Yan Hongtian is absolutely impossible to get a royal doctor for her. In this palace, there are more people who want her to die. Who sent him and what do they want to do? Qingfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and asked in a cold voice, "who asked you to come?"

The old man shook his head and sat down opposite her. He took out a small dark red pillow with exquisite workmanship from the small wooden box next to her and put it on the table. He didn't answer Qingfeng's words. The old man still said gently, "girl, please put your hand on the mat."

He? Did you really come to see her? Looking at the old man again, he was always indifferent as water and eyes as still lake. The breath of peace on his body made people close to him calm down. Qingfeng still had doubts in his heart, but he slowly extended his hand. Her chest was very painful, and she could not support it. If there was no doctor to treat her, she would really die.

The old man gently put his hand on Qingfeng's wrist. Qingfeng could obviously feel his hand stiff. Looking up, his face was heavy. Qingfeng's heart is clear. Her injury seems to be very serious.

The old man felt his pulse and spent enough time to remove xiaozhuxiang. The two jailers standing by looked at each other. Qingfeng's heart became colder and colder. Just as she was about to take back her hand, the old man finally made a move. He stood up in silence, put the pillow back into the wooden box, picked up the wooden box and was ready to leave.

"Girls, have a lot of rest."

"Hello?!" Qingfeng thought that he would say something to her somehow, but the old man only left a faint word, so he hurried out of the prison, and didn't even look at her more.

The old man left like this. Qingfeng was taken back to prison by the jailer. Sitting by the prison door, Qingfeng stares at the small window shrouded in the sunshine. It's the only place where you can see the scenery outside the window. At the moment, it should be the sunset outside. Unfortunately, the small window can't bring warmth to the gray and cold prison. In the warm spring sun, it's still cold here, just like her mood at the moment.

Huang Jiao, what is the purpose of his coming today? Who sent it? Is Yan Hongtian keeping her here to kill herself or to make an example? Is elder sister safe now? Will Yan Hongtian let her go? Can Lou Xiyan protect her? There are countless questions and worries in my heart. Qingfeng is overwhelmed by this feeling of powerlessness.

There was footsteps outside the door again. Qingfeng moved to the side immediately. She was afraid that the prison door would suddenly open and hit her. Her body can no longer withstand a little toss.

The jailer did stop in front of the prison, but he didn't open the door. He just handed in a bowl of black soup through the small opening under the prison door, and put it on the ground heavily. He shouted, "drink it."

What is this? Qingfeng carefully lifted up the bowl and looked at it carefully. The dark soup was as black as ink. He bowed his head and smelt it gently. The strong smell of herbs had a slight fishy smell. It should be a bowl of medicine soup. Did Huang Jiao bring it? What is his intention to leave without saying a word and send medicine soup? Qingfeng thought of the strange reaction of the woman when she vomited blood at noon. Was someone poisoned and killed in front of her?

"Hello?" Qingfeng gently called to the other side of the prison, and the shadow in the corner moved a bit, and retreated to the deeper corner.

This medicine? Is it poisonous? Staring at the black Chinese medicine soup in his hand, Qingfeng's cold eyes closed slightly, and with his hands raised, he poured all the medicine juice on the stone wall in the corner of the wall. The black medicine juice flowed down the stone wall little by little, and the medicine smell permeated the small cell for a long time.

The setting sun is falling, the rosy clouds are all over the sky, and the warm afterglow is shining in the delicate flowers, plating a layer of beautiful gold for the blooming spring flowers, which is different from the coyness moistened by the morning dew. At this moment, the flowers are fully displaying their charming. The scenery in the imperial garden is naturally beautiful, but not everyone has the right to enjoy it. There are few people who can pick flowers at will and go back to the palace.

Next to the delicate peony, a woman in purple is holding a flower scissors, carefully cutting a cluster of newly opened peonies. Her beautiful face has a shallow smile. The white jade palace sign hanging on her waist shows that she is not a general palace maid, but a close female official. In the palace, only the master with the rank of concubines or above will be accompanied by female officials. Although female officials are still slaves, their status in the palace is higher than that of ordinary talents and beauties.

A little maid stood quietly behind the girl in purple with a basket of flowers. She carefully observed the surroundings. After confirming that only two of them were in the huge garden, she leaned forward and whispered, "sister Shuixin, I heard that doctor Huang went to see Qingfeng this afternoon."

Cut off a pale pink peony, water core asked: "which yellow doctor?"

"Huang Jiao."

Huang Jiao? Water core pruning hand slightly a meal, doubt from that pair of clear eyes in a flash. "Who asked the doctor for her?" Huang ZHengNai is the first emperor's imperial physician. He has a good skill in medicine. He is deeply trusted by the Empress Dowager and the emperor. He only studies pharmacology at home and rarely visits doctors. Who has to ask him to treat Qingfeng? Is it the emperor?

Although Shuixin's face remained unchanged, the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared. Yiyue hurriedly replied, "I have inquired about it. It's not the emperor's side who sent for it. But I don't know who invited Dr. Huang to see her. "

Not the emperor? Yi Yue's words not only didn't soften the water core's face, but made her frown tightly. "What disease is she?"

"After Huang Taiyi gave her pulse, he left in a hurry and said nothing. The medicine delivered by Huang Taiyi was also delivered by the medicine boy himself. I don't know what kind of medicine it is, or what kind of disease it has. "