V3.C15

The moonlight in the West slants through the window lattice and shines into the luxurious interior. The silver light is not equal to the warm orange light in the room. The soft light source is not ordinary candles, but the night pearls placed in the four corners of the interior. The fist sized pearls are lightly covered with orange gauze, reflecting a faint warm orange light. It is not too bright, but also enough lighting, which adds to the exquisite interior decoration It's kind of noble and luxurious.

"What's going on tonight?" Xin Yuening had already changed into a gorgeous dress and sat in front of the bronze mirror in plain white. The close female official Shuixin carefully unties Gao Wan's bun and combs it a little bit. Although Xin Yuening has no end to ask, Shuixin still says: "back to the master, the woman sent to the palace is not Qingling the emperor wants. She is Qingfeng, the second young lady of the Qing family."

Xin Yue Ning a Leng, immediately smile a way: "still have this kind of thing?" How dare the emperor send the wrong person?

Aware of Xin Yuening's interest in this, Shuixin continued in a low voice: "it's said that the official of Haoyue made a mistake and sent Qingling to the prime minister's residence. Qingfeng was sent to the palace by mistake. The emperor was so angry that he sent someone to Haoyue to check. At present, Qingfeng has been detained in Tianlong, and the Prime Minister of Qingling has a building to protect him and went out of the palace."

Lou Xiyan knows that Qingling is the woman the emperor wants, but she still tries to protect her from going out of the palace. She must have taken a fancy to Qingling. This woman is also fierce, can let the emperor never forget, can also let always clear Lou Xiyan intercede for her, think of what happened at the palace banquet tonight, Xin Yuening face suddenly white, a disgusting feeling straight up, disgusted low hum: "that woman named Qingling is a demon." Good lady, what's wrong? Go to the autopsy! I don't know what the emperor and Lou Xiyan think. How can they be interested in such a terrible woman? There's a limit to curiosity.

Xin Yuening's face is not good. She retches several times according to her chest. The water core puts down the jade comb and brings her tea.

After Xin Yuening took a sip of ginseng tea, she relaxed and asked casually, "has Qingfeng been closed to the prison?"

"Yes, it was sent to heaven an hour ago."

Thinking of Qingfeng's stubborn and arrogant appearance tonight, Xin Yuening raised a sneer, "it's not easy to be in Tianlong. She's a weak woman, and she doesn't know if she can survive."

Water core low eyebrow thought for a while, just low voice reply way: "maidservant know how to do."

Put down the tea, Xin Yuening seems to think of something, specially explained: "don't do too obvious." It's a common thing to die in the dungeon. Now it seems that the emperor has no interest in Qingfeng, or he won't throw her into the dungeon. The woman's death has little influence on her. If huifei catches her because of this, it's not worth it.

Water core obediently back: "yes." Holding Xin Yuening to bed, Shuixin quietly exits the house.

Spring in March, spring flowers bloom, a just learn to fly thrush chick in the branches of the random jump up and down, and finally fell in front of the small window next to the branches, squeaking, as if to tell the people in the small window of the beautiful spring outside. A bunch of sunlight through the small window, shining on the cold stone floor, also shining on the thin body, even if there is warm sunshine caress, the body is still slightly shaking, closed eyes show that she has not woken up.

"Bang!" The closed cell door suddenly gave out a crisp sound, which made the birds on the small window fly away and wake up the sleeping maple.

Qingfeng opened his eyes, and his eyes were white, and he couldn't see anything clearly. There were layers of beautiful halos in front of his eyes. He stared at the halo for a long time, until his eyes began to tingle. Qingfeng reached out to cover his eyes. What happened last night is replayed in her mind. She is now in the palace, in the prison! Qingfeng immediately sit straight body, maybe the action is too urgent, chest suddenly a pain, Qingfeng fierce cough up, every cough, chest then draw, that kind of pain almost let her willing to go to sleep, no longer wake up.

Qingfeng finally passed her breath, and with a bang, a bowl of turbid porridge was thrown in from the small square opening under the prison door. Because of her great strength, she had not eaten well all day and night, even had not drunk a mouthful of water. Qingfeng struggled to get up and ran over, holding the tile bowl on the ground and sending it to his mouth. Before the porridge came into his mouth, a bad smell came. His thirsty throat immediately retched.

This is the bad food that even dogs can't eat. Can't you even afford a bowl of porridge in such a big palace? In other words, people who are locked up here are not as good as a dog! Green maple sneer, is about to put the hands of the rancid food aside, the cold female voice sounded again, "don't want to die, anything to the stomach pharynx."

Is that the sound of last night? Qingfeng shook his hand holding the bowl and looked up in a hurry. The first thing he saw was not a human figure, but a fence with a thick trunk. The trunks were arranged very closely, but his hands could pass through. On the top right of her cell, there was a small window of palm size. Only a ray of sunlight came in through the small window. The window was too small and the light was very weak. However, the cell on the other side of the fence had no window, which made it even darker. If it wasn't for the woman's voice, Qingfeng would not have found another person.

There was a fence between the two cells. Although Qingfeng was still nervous, she was calmer than last night's fear. Put down the bowl, green maple slowly close to the direction of the fence, squint eyes, try to see the opposite woman.After looking for a long time, Qingfeng finally sees a shadow in the dim corner. In such an environment, it's hard to distinguish between men and women, not to mention her appearance and age. Qingfeng can only guess that she should be a middle-aged woman about 40 years old by her vague figure and voice.

The woman was holding the bowl, her head seemed to be buried in the porridge. She poured all the porridge into her mouth, and finally licked up the residue on the edge of the bowl, as if it were some kind of human delicacy. Green maple's brow tightly wrinkled, looked down at the hands of the rancid porridge, and then looked at the corner of the humble woman, holding a bowl of hand tight, a bowl in the hands of the prison door, porridge scattered all over the ground, the bowl also broke a small hole.

The woman in the corner trembles all over and turns to look at the maple. Qingfeng stares at her coldly, thinking that she was frightened by this woman last night. She is scared all night, and a nameless anger rises in her heart. Qingfeng asks in a cold voice, "what do you want to do?"

The woman also looked at her for a long time, Qingfeng can feel the cold vision, when she thought that the woman would not pay attention to her, the woman suddenly laughed, not light and not heavy back: "here is no chance to live out, but also won't immediately die, slowly boil it."

She is still a little strange now, but compared with last night's madness and strangeness, she is no different from ordinary people. Qingfeng is more and more curious about this person, and goes one step further. Qingfeng continues to ask: "who are you?"

"Who am I?" The woman sneered, but did not go on.

Even if you can't see her expression, the disdain and unwilling in the tone, Qingfeng didn't miss it, there must be a special story behind this person.

Don't know is hungry, or tired, or other reasons, Qingfeng feel dizzy, chest pain reminds her, Yan Hongtian that hand how hard. Qingfeng didn't forget the madness of the woman last night. She stepped back, sat with her back against the prison door and asked casually, "have you been here for a long time?"

"Soon." The woman was silent for a long time. Just when Qingfeng thought she would not say it again, she whispered back: "it's only seven or eight years."

Seven or eight years? Hiding in the shadow of her body, curled up, green maple can only vaguely see that she is very thin, the body of the prisoners dirty to see the original color, scattered hair, grass in the back of her head, covered her face.

Seven or eight years?

The congee spilled on the ground is smelling from time to time. The dark cell is cold and humid. There will be no warmth or hope here. Seven or eight years? Maybe she can't stay for seven or eight days. If she stays here all her life, she would rather die!

The iron door on the back suddenly moved, and the small square opening under the door opened again. The people outside stopped for a moment, and they seemed to see the porridge and broken tile bowls on the ground.

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat these days." The roar of the man's fury came from outside the prison door. Qingfeng raised her mouth and didn't care what he said. She would not eat this kind of rancid food even if she starved to death.

Just when Qingfeng sneers, the prison door behind her is severely kicked by the bodyguard outside. Although she doesn't directly kick her, she sits against the prison door, and the strength of that foot also shocks her chest through the prison door. Qingfeng only feels that it's dark in front of her eyes, and a stream of heat overflows from her throat.

Qingfeng gently raised his hand to wipe his lips, dark red blood along the fingertips a little bit, Qingfeng frown, it is estimated that seven or eight days, she will die in this prison.

"You? Did you vomit blood? " The suspicious voice came from the corner with a trill. Qingfeng raised her arm and wiped off the blood stains from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. She hummed, "I can't die for the moment."

Blood infects the sleeves, leaving a dark red bloodstain on the blue cloth. Qingfeng's eyes are rebellious, as if she is not the one who vomites blood. But the woman who was calm and normal just now is agitated. She repeats something in her mouth, but Qingfeng doesn't listen carefully.

"It's her!" The woman fiercely climbed up from the ground, crazy toward the green maple, scared green maple quickly moved to the direction of the cell door. This time, the woman did not reach out to pull the maple, just tightly grasp the fence, too hard fingertips gradually began to white.