V3.C16

The woman stares at Qingfeng and roars like last night: "it's her! She must have poisoned it! She poisoned it

The woman rushed to the fence, by the weak sunlight, Qingfeng finally saw her appearance, it was a pale to bloodless face, even the lips did not see a trace of ruddy. Maybe it's because of years of lack of sunshine or hunger. Her hair is dry and sparse. There is almost no hair above her forehead. The only thing that people can remember about her whole face is her eyes. The eyes full of blood are wide open, and the eyeballs seem to be splitting. Heisensen's eyes are staring at you, as if penetrating your soul and looking to another place. The complex eyes mixed with fear and hatred, even in the daytime, make Qingfeng creepy.

Qingfeng's hand covers her chest, trying to stabilize her heart. Unfortunately, her disordered mood can't be appeased in a short time. Even so, Qingfeng still forces her panic and looks at the woman stubbornly.

I don't know if it was Qingfeng's 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 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, trying to cover her face with it, as if she could hide it. Qingfeng can feel that she is surrounded by panic, fear and panic. In the low cry of shaking, she hastily retracts to the deep corner, buries her head between her knees and keeps whispering, "don't kill me? Don't kill me? "

Although he vomited a mouthful of blood just now, Qingfeng felt a lot more relaxed. The tight feeling of being pressed by a big stone on his chest lightened a lot, leaving only the burning of his throat. Qingfeng is very curious, what makes her fear so, lean forward, Qingfeng tentatively asked: "who wants to kill you?"

"It's her, it's her!" The tiny murmur with repressive cry, green maple show eyebrow light Cu, low voice continue to ask: "who is she?"

"She? Who is she The woman shrinks in the corner and shivers. Qingfeng raises her spirits and listens to the woman's intermittent whispers. Just as the woman says the man's name, the heavy cell door suddenly clangs and is pushed open by a savage force. Fortunately, Qingfeng moves to the fence in order to listen to the woman's words, but she is not hit by the cell door. It's just that the sound of the cell door falling on the stone wall is just covered Live a woman's weak voice, green maple still didn't hear what she said.

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

Green maple holding fence slowly stood up and asked: "where do you want to take me?"

"It's not your turn yet." Qingfeng stands still. The jailer impatiently enters the cell, grabs Qingfeng's collar, lifts her up and throws her out of the cell. Green maple can't bear just fierce force, directly fell on the hard stone walkway. "Get up." The warden's scolding reverberated in the cold stone corridor. It sounded ferocious and terrifying. Qingfeng secretly gritted her teeth, endured the pain in her chest, and insisted on getting up. She was not afraid of him, but did not allow herself to be dragged out like a dog.

The jailer pushed and pushed all the way. With each step, Qingfeng's chest was torn. The relief after hematemesis faded, and the pain was more intense 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 heaven prison last night.

In the stone room, a man dressed as a jailer was talking to an old man with a respectful attitude. The old man was full of white hair, and his snow-white beard was growing to the bottom of his stomach. He looked quite old. His ruddy face and straight back showed that his body was very strong.

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

Qingfeng has been standing unsteadily for a long time. Before the old man's voice falls down, she has fallen down on the chair and has a rest for a long time. The old man just looks at her quietly and doesn't say a word.

Gas gradually Shun some, green maple raised his head, looking at his alert asked: "who are you?"

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

Doctor? In the heart has crossed one to put on the doubt, the green maple does not believe. It's absolutely impossible for Yan Hongtian to ask for a royal doctor for her. In this palace, there are more people who want her to die. Who sent him and what did he want to do? Green maple bright eyes tiny MI, cold voice asks a way, "who let you come?"

The old man shook his head and sat down opposite her. He took out a delicate dark red pillow from a small wooden box and put it on the table. He didn't answer Qingfeng's words. The old man said gently: "girl, please put your hands on the cushion."

He? Are you really here to treat her? Looking at the old man again, he is as calm as water, and his eyes are as quiet as a lake. The peaceful breath of his body makes people close to him feel peaceful. Qingfeng still has doubts in her heart, but she slowly reaches out her hand. Her chest is very painful, and she can't hold it. If there is no doctor to treat her, she will really die.

The old man gently put his hand on Qingfeng's wrist. Qingfeng could obviously feel his hand stiff. Looking up, his face became dignified. Qingfeng heart under clear, her injury, it seems to be very heavy.The old man felt his pulse and spent a lot of time on xiaozhuxiang. The two prison guards standing on one side looked at each other, and Qingfeng's heart became colder and colder. Just when she was ready to take back her hand, the old man finally used the movement. He stood up silently, put the pillow back into the wooden box, and carried the box to leave.

"Girl, have a lot of rest."

"Hello?" Qingfeng thought that he would say something to her, but the old man only left a light word, and hurried out of the prison, even looked at her no longer.

The old man left like this, and Qingfeng was brought back to prison by the jailer. Sitting by the prison door, Qingfeng stares at the small window shrouded in the sunshine. This is the only place where she can see the scenery outside the window. At the moment, it should be sunset all over the sky. Unfortunately, the small window can't bring warmth to the dark and cold prison. Under the warm spring sun, it's still cold, 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 set an example to others? Is elder sister safe now? Will Yan Hongtian let her go? Can Lou Xiyan protect her? There are countless questions and worries in the heart, and Qingfeng is overwhelmed by this feeling of helplessness.

Outside the door again came footsteps, Qingfeng immediately moved to the side, afraid of the prison door suddenly opened hit her, her body can no longer stand 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 from the small opening under the prison door, put it heavily on the ground, and cried, "drink it."

What is this? Qingfeng carefully took a close look at the bowl. The dark soup was as dark as ink. He bowed his head and smelled it lightly. There was a faint fishy smell in the strong herb flavor. It should be a bowl of medicinal soup. Did Huang Jiao send it? He left without a word, and specially brought medicine soup. What's his intention? Qingfeng thought of the noon when she vomited blood, the woman's strange reaction, is not someone poisoned in front of her?

"Hello?" Qingfeng toward the other side of the prison gently called, the shadow in the corner moved, toward the deeper corner.

This medicine? Is it toxic? Staring at the black ink medicine soup in her hand, green maple's eyes closed slightly. She threw all the medicine juice on the stone wall at the corner of the wall. The ink medicine flowed down the stone wall little by little. The smell of medicine permeated the small cell for a long time.

Royal Garden

the setting sun is gradually setting, the red clouds are all over the sky, and the warm afterglow is shining in the delicate flowers, which plating a layer of beautiful gold on the blooming spring flowers. Different from the delicate shame under the moisture of morning dew, the flowers at the moment are fully showing their charming. The scenery in the imperial garden is naturally beautiful, but not everyone is qualified to enjoy it, and few people 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 off a cluster of newly opened peony, with a shallow smile on her beautiful face. The white jade palace sign hanging on her waist shows that she is not an ordinary palace maid, but a close female official. In the palace, only the master of the rank of concubines or above can be accompanied by female officials. Although female officials are still maidservants, their status in the palace is higher than ordinary talents and beauties.

A maid in waiting with a flower basket stood behind the woman in purple. She carefully looked around and confirmed that there were only two of them in the big garden. Then she leaned forward and said softly, "sister Shuixin, I heard that Dr. Huang went to see Qingfeng this afternoon."

Cut off a light pink peony, water core asked: "which Huang Tai Yi?"

"Huang Jiao."

Huang Jiao? Water core pruning hand slightly a meal, doubts from that pair of clear eyes in a flash. "Who hired the doctor for her?" Huang Jiao was the imperial physician of the former Emperor. He had excellent medical skills and won the trust of the Empress Dowager and the emperor. On weekdays, he only studied pharmacology at home and seldom went out to see a doctor. Who could ask him to treat Qingfeng? Is it the emperor?

Although Shuixin's face hasn't changed, the smile at the corner of her mouth has gradually disappeared. Yiyue quickly said, "I've inquired, but the Emperor didn't send someone to invite me. But I really don't know who asked Dr. Huang to see her. "

Not the emperor? Yi Yue's words didn't ease Shuixin's face, but made her frown tightly. "What's wrong with her?"

"After Huang Taiyi gave her a pulse, she left in a hurry and said nothing. The medicine she sent was also sent by Huang Taiyi's Yao Tong himself. I don't know what kind of medicine it was, and I don't know what disease she got. "