Chapter 2： Abuse the concubine

"You guys are a great sin for bullying the monarch." He was very confused, and when he spoke, he realized that he had rushed in.

The oil lamp was dim, distorting the face of the person.

On the table, a few wines were flipped, the wine fell to the ground, and edamame scattered the table.

One of them raised an eyebrow and squinted at him, "Oh, Brother Zhang is back."

Miao Quan. This was just what he proposed. His younger sister had married the tent house of Lingrui Mansion earlier, and he immediately took up his post. His worth increased and his courage grew.

Zhang Jin hurried forward and said with a smile: "Adults have eaten a lot of wine, and will inevitably make a mistake. This is absolutely impossible."

Miao Quan sneered.

"Brother Zhang used to work in the Ministry of Rites, how can we these rude people get in your eyes. However, for today's matter, if Brother Zhang allows it, then Miao Quan can let the brother first.

He didn't say anything, and the jailers laughed.

"If ... there will be one more corpse tomorrow, Miao Quan will only say that this adult drank too much wine, offending the body of the princess and daughter."

Zhang Jin opened his mouth slightly. The weather was freezing cold, but he was already sweating.

A thin voice suddenly passed through the air.

If you haven't, look for it carefully, but it seems to be nothing but a puppet.

"My lords, who is coming first?"

A light voice came from the cell. There is no tenderness, but it is indeed the woman who once collected three thousand pets.

But the sound, in this cold year, suddenly gave birth to an unexplainable comfort, and also swelled the strings that swelled to the bottom of my heart.

Dozens of jailers looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with deep desires. At the moment, everyone had the intention of rubbing their fists.

Mi Xue, a few strands of wind came in, and slightly rolled up the curtain in front of the cell in front of the crowd.

Zhang Jin squeezed his fist, and just fixed there.

Yes, this piece of chiffon was on the day that Nianfei went to prison, and the **** Xu Gong next to the emperor was waiting to be deployed.

As soon as the curtain fell, she covered the woman's makeup.

Is the human face burning like a March peach? But never knew again.

Zhang Jin was the last jailer to come in, and all of them fell on him.

Occasionally, she would ask for some water.

Zhang Jin pushed things in through the fence. That hand, sticking out from the white silk, was thin and small, with neat manicured nails.

Three days in jail, she was as quiet as a dead person, giving people a feeling as if the curtain opened, but there was no one inside. Until now.

Nian Xuanzhang was a siege for him, but Zhang Jin thought that this woman was probably crazy.

A force suddenly pushed him away, and he was taken aback, only to see that Miao Quan had hurried to the cell, took out the key, and hit the curtain with one hand, looking greedy.