Chapter 383

"Go, bring me a bowl of black chicken soup!"

"The Ministry of punishment is so poor that it doesn't even have black chickens? Is it not that there are always bitter masters who fill you with silver? The plaintiff and the defendant? Is it not to say that some murderers simply kill white ducks, and rich people buy poor people to kill their heads? It's said that the market price of the dead man is 3000 Liang, with a courtyard of three entrances Oh, black chicken soup is coming soon? Well, I won't say it

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Aunt Hua was lying on the square table in the prison of the Ministry of punishment. She drank chicken soup and sang songs. She directed a group of prison officials who wanted to cry without tears. She said regretfully, "Alas, it's a pity that the number is not enough. Otherwise, we'll bet Pai Jiu."

After a while, Feng Zhiwei sent a quilt, a cloak and walnuts, and Yan Huaishi sent supplements to his wife. Where it was, he had to open a medicine shop. Ginseng, bird's nest and shark's fin were all over the ground. Yan Huaishi also filled all the prison officials and yamen servants on the spot with silver tickets. The Yamen servants were coaxed into obedience by the couple with a big stick and a sweet jujube, and helped them move the tonic assiduously.

Feng Zhiwei was eating the rose cake from Yan Huaishi and pointed to the wound on Hua Qiong's arm with a smile

"Heartache!" Yan Huaishi answers in a big way. Hua Qiong is about to stare at him. He laughs and says, "but it's right. It would be nice if it were next to me."

Hua Qiong slapped him and said with a smile, "what can you stand?"

Her eyes flow, dark bright eyes in the light of fresh and beautiful, full of smile.

Feng Zhiwei looks at the couple with a smile, and her eyes are filled with joy and loneliness.

Mr. Gu, who has been silent and eating walnuts, looked at the pair seriously, leaning his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yan Huaishi can't stay for a long time. He brings something and goes away. Before leaving, he winks at Feng Zhiwei, and Feng Zhiwei nods slowly.

"Go to bed early tonight." Hua Qiong said, "it's said that the cabinet today has a fierce fight over whether the case should be judged by the Ministry of criminal justice or the three judicial departments directly. His highness is also very busy today. He should not only sit in the cabinet and make favorable decisions, but also monitor whether the Ministry of punishment can make any mistakes today. He is the prince in charge of the three legal departments, so it is not convenient to see you today I tell you, he believes in you, and you believe in him. "

"Trust him, of course." Feng knew that Wei was lazy and stretched out. "I can't protect me. This Ministry of punishment will not be his. If their brothers fight for each other, they can't afford to lose on the battlefield of imperial power."

"I stay here for fear that someone will carry the earth bag for you at night." Hua Qiong lay down comfortably and said with a smile, "I know you should have your own arrangements, but you have to watch them to rest assured."

"Who else is more suitable to stay here than you?" Feng know tiny pinch her hand, soft voice way: "sleep."

She lay down slowly, sleeping on her soft and comfortable cloak. Under the cloak was the straw of the prison cell of the Ministry of punishment. In that fine voice, she thought of her mother and brother. Were they padded with such straw in the prison? Is FengHao spoiled very afraid? How did mother comfort him at that time?

At that time, no one came to visit the prison, no one was willing to shed blood for them to protect themselves, no one sent warm and soft cloak, the last night of life, with a bosom of panic and sadness, fell asleep with rotten straw.

Far away, the sound of the drum, far from here, sounds empty and lonely, the pale yellow light of the oil lamp is gloomy, reflecting the dark shadows in the dark prison, slightly wriggling, it seems that countless far away human figures are walking in silence and slowly.

A quiet breath, Feng Zhiwei big eyes, motionless.

For a long time, the corner of her eyes, gradually gathered crystal beads, growing, and finally fell into a heavy arc, unable to withstand the flutter in the wind, slowly flowing down the corner of her eyes, silent infiltration into the temples.

The black temples were wet in a moment.

This was the first time in two years that she really wept over the death of her mother and brother. At the beginning, all the tears in front of emperor Tiansheng in Ningan palace were acting. She was crying, but her heart was burning with grief and anger.

After that night's wake, she helped the coffin away in the heavy snow at dawn. Two tombs were dug by her own hands in the woods in the suburbs of Beijing. She never shed tears.

The most bloody memory is hidden in the deepest heart, she does not give herself the opportunity to indulge in grief.

Only let the tears in the bottom of my heart soak the bitter Chinese year day by day.

Tonight, in the same prison, the past is pouring in one after another, knocking on the pace of that year's falling snow.

Tears are silent.

Facing Gu Nan Yi, he suddenly opens his eyes and listens quietly in the dark.

He seemed to hear everything clearly when he could not hear anything.

Tears are silent.

In the distance, however, came the sound of a long flute.

Feng Zhi was stunned.

At the first moment, she thought it was Zong Chen, who was very good at playing flute. However, she was familiar with zongchen's flute because she often listened to it. His flute sound was ethereal and light, like floating clouds, and had a magnificent and brilliant air. Although the skill of the flute is not inferior to that of him, it is more and more deep and quiet, gentle and gentle. Although the tune is quiet and cool, it does not have the meaning of sadness. On the contrary, it has a broad and broad atmosphere, which makes people feel soft and open.Xiao is an ethereal instrument. It is easy to play a sad tune, but the sound is special.

The courtyard of the Ministry of punishment covers a vast area, and the dungeon goes deep into the ground. The sound of the flute can be introduced, which proves that the opponent has used his internal force. If he blows the flute with his internal force, the time will not be long. Otherwise, it will be very easy for internal injury.

Feng Zhiwei listened quietly in the dark, nearly cherishing the capture of every tune ups and downs, that song is very strange, not those circulated between the imperial court and the market. It has a flat start and a micro cruise, which reminds people of the subtle emotions of hesitation and hesitation, those who want to be close and dare not to retreat.

Gradually, it will sink slowly and massively. With each passing day, the light and pleasant sound rises, which is graceful and long. It is like clouds breaking through the moon, and the sea tide is surging under the moon.

Feng Zhiwei listens to the tune, and the corners of his lips gradually evoke a smile. At this moment, he is interlinked with the people who play the flute. He knows that at this moment, the person will also be immersed in joy.

However, the light and flexible sound was only a moment, and a sudden turning point was made. The dangerous sound was a crack sound. The sound of the flute suddenly turned high and excited. The silver bottle suddenly broke, and the wind and thunder rolled like lightning and thunder on the nine days, light, clouds, fire and stars There is a huge and irreparable gap between heaven and earth

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