V3.C17

Yiyue slightly lowers her head and carefully glances at Shuixin's reaction. She dares not breathe. Shuixin's sister is the red lady beside the queen. If she feels that she is not good at doing things, she will have a hard time in Yilan palace.

Water core gently raised his hand, light back: "you first back down."

"Yes." Yiyue breathed a sigh of relief, put down the flower basket, saluted respectfully, and left quickly.

Purple figure is still a leisurely flower cutting, face smile unchanged, but it is obviously absent-minded. This green maple is not simple. She hasn't been in the palace for a long time. Now she is still in the prison. She can go to Huang Jiao for treatment. Who is helping her secretly and what disease is she suffering from?

How cold?

How cold?

The body seems to be soaking in the cold sea water, bone cold, maple tightly curled up, still can't bring a little warmth, cold from the bottom of my heart, into the limbs. Her consciousness gradually blurred. If she went to sleep, all the cold, hunger and pain would be far away from her.

"Second sister?"

Is this the voice of the end? Qingfeng's heart is pulled hard. At last, she is afraid of the dark. It's so dark and cold here. How can she bear it? At the end of the day? where are you?

"Second sister?" The floating voice seemed to come from four doors and eight directions in the distance, and it seemed that she was close enough to shout in her ear. Qingfeng remembered that she wanted to find her, but her body couldn't move. No matter how hard she struggled, her limbs didn't listen to her.

"Maple! Maple? Help me now? "

"Second sister, it hurts. Does my face hurt? Help me

The cry for help from the elder sister and the last one is ringing in her ears. Qingfeng is very anxious. She struggles and cries out with all her strength: "the last one!" Qingfeng suddenly opened her eyes. It was still dark in front of her eyes. Qingfeng got up in a panic and listened carefully. She heard nothing except the footsteps of the prison guards outside the prison. It was still that cold prison. There was no end and no elder sister.

Was she just dreaming?

Fortunately, it's a dream. Strength was instant evacuation, green maple fell to sit on the ground, tears already in imperceptible wet face.

At the end of the day? What's the matter with you now?

She always thought that she would never be afraid of anything. Her parents died miserably. When she left her, she was not afraid. Her heart was full of hatred. Pick up the scissors cut cheek, pain through the heart, she did not hesitate, soft hands, early determination to die. But at this moment, she was so scared that she trembled and sobbed. The fate of her elder sister was unpredictable, and the life and death of her younger sister was uncertain. She was afraid that she would die like this. What should they do? It was she who ruined their faces. It was she who made the elder sister lose her memory. Now that she is dead, what is her face to see her parents?

She can't die, she wants to live, for the sake of her elder sister and the last child, for the sake of her parents who died miserably, she wants to live. Tears across the cheek, silent dripping, green maple raised his hand, wipe away the corner of the eye tears, this prison, the most indispensable is tears.

"Bang!" He put the bowl in his hand into the innermost iron door, and the jailer went out with the bucket.

"I want to eat!" All of a sudden, his slender arm stretched out from under the prison door, and a slightly hoarse voice called out: "give me something to eat!"

The jailer squatted down and peered into the small iron door. In order to stretch out his arm, he half fell on the ground and sneered, "don't you eat? What do you want to eat now? It's gone! " She was very crazy at the beginning. The people in the prison had no right to be arrogant. The jailer impatiently raised his foot to go. Qingfeng grabbed his ankle and refused to let go: "give me food!" She didn't find her little sister. Now she can't die. She hasn't eaten for nearly three days. She wants to eat, even if it's sour or smelly!

Too hard to grasp the ankle, fingertips deep into the meat, the jailer was impatient, suddenly a pain in the foot, immediately irritable up, raise the other foot, will step on the hand holding his foot. At this time, another jailer just came over, patted him on the shoulder, lifted the empty food bucket near his feet, and said with a smile, "if she wants to eat, give it to her."

They looked at each other. The jailer took back his raised foot, and with a clear smile, picked up an empty bowl, scraped half a bowl of porridge at the bottom of the barrel, squatted down again, grabbed a handful of fine dust and gravel on the stone road in front of Qingfeng, sprinkled it into the bowl, threw it to Qingfeng's hand, and sneered, "eat, I'll give you something to eat, but? If you have one drop left, you won't want to eat anything in the future. "

If it wasn't for the stinky smell, she thought the bowl was filled with a bowl of sand. She slowly released her hand and grasped the jailer's ankle. Qingfeng picked up the bowl and didn't say a word. She just put the sour porridge with the sand in her mouth.

The woman on the other side of the prison quietly looks at the silent woman on the other side of the prison. She has a thin "cluck" sound in her mouth. I don't know whether it is because of the sand in her mouth or the pressing teeth, her indifferent eyes, and the cold light makes her shake unconsciously.

Looking at Qingfeng's obediently swallowing the rancid porridge with sand, the two prison guards outside the door burst out laughing. No matter how noble your original identity and how stubborn your temper is, when it comes to it, are you still just like a dog?

Two people laugh all the way to go out, green maple tightly holding the bowl in the hand, gravel in the mouth cackle, she once said that even death will not eat sour porridge, is a little bit of swallow.Around the front gate is the path leading to Tianlao. Few people go there except the guards who patrol the palace. The master said that the effect of the medicine was bad when it was cold. The boy lowered his head, grasped the tray in his hand, and quickened his pace. Just as he was about to cross the gate of the courtyard, a light blue figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The boy was startled, his hand was shocked violently, and the juice in the bowl almost spilled out. Fortunately, the comer reacted quickly, so he dodged in time when they were about to bump into each other. Just to avoid hitting him, the woman twisted her feet and fell to the ground.

"Ah The woman covered her hands and rubbed her feet. She cried bitterly, "why don't you look at the road when you walk?"

Wen Yu looks down on the woman sitting on the ground. She is a young lady with a maid's hair in a bun. She has a light blue dress. She is very good at embroidery and style. It can be seen that she must be the little maid who is favored by her side. He can't afford to offend such a person. She spoke very impolitely, but Wen Yu did not dare to reply, carefully asked: "sister, are you ok?"

The woman moved her ankle and immediately showed her teeth in pain: "I twisted my foot!"

Wen Yu panicked and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The woman raised her head, a pair of spirit eyes glared at him, and cried: "what are you doing? Help me up quickly!"

"Oh, good." Wen Yu finally recovered and looked around. There was a stone table behind him. Wen Yu quickly put down the tray, ran back to the woman, carefully lifted her up, and timidly asked: "your feet Are you all right? "

Holding his arm, she stood up and looked at the medicine bowl on the stone table not far away. She said, "it's OK. It's killing me."

The woman's hand clung to his sleeve, for fear that he would run away. Wen Yu has a hard time. She doesn't have to drag him. He doesn't dare to run! It's not the best way to do this. Wen Yu said with a smile, "sister, let me show you the foot injury. If it's really serious, I'll go and ask the imperial doctor for you."

The woman gave him a white look and said, "men and women give and receive each other in spite of each other. Who wants you to see your foot hurt! You can help me walk two steps to see if I can still move. "

"Oh, good." Wenyu foolishly helped the woman to go forward without noticing that another light figure was quietly approaching the stone table?

Limping slowly forward a few steps, Wen Yu wanted to tell her to sprain, don't walk too much, but the woman insisted on walking forward for a while, then stopped, a change of just rude attitude, said: "fortunately can go! Forget it. I'll go back and rub some wine later. It should be OK. "

Wen Yu stares at her ankle and asks in doubt: "is it really OK?" Just now, she was in great pain. How could she walk two steps to be ok?

Loosen his sleeve, the little maid snorted coldly and said, "be careful when you walk in the future. This is the Imperial Palace, not other places. You are so rash. If you bump into the master today, be careful of your skin."

"My sister taught me that." Wen Yu did not dare to say more and nodded.

Eyes without trace again swept the stone table has been empty, the woman waved her hand, impatiently said: "OK, busy you go."

"Yes, yes." After wiping the sweat on her forehead, Wen Yu secretly congratulated herself that the woman was not easy to offend. Fortunately, she was not hurt seriously. Otherwise, the master would have scolded him if it started.

He ran back to the stone table and picked up the tray. Wen Yu lowered his head and hurried past the woman. He did not dare to look at her for fear that she would suddenly change her mind and not let him go.

Watching Wen Yu walk out of the courtyard, the maid of honor quickly steps to the stone table. She just limped, but now she can't see any sign of sprain. She stands by the stone table and looks around to make sure there is no one. Then she whispers: "sister Shuixin."

Behind the ancient tree beside the stone table, a slender figure came out and welcomed by Yiyue. As soon as she wanted to say something, "bang Dang" came from afar.

"My medicine! What's wrong, what's wrong? " Anxiously flustered low cry, also then rings out. This voice is clearly the little drug boy just now.

Did you spill the medicine? Yi Yue said, "sister Shuixin, what should I do?" She had a hard time finding this sparsely populated and lush place to start. Now that the medicine has been spilled, aren't they busy in vain?

Yiyue's face is not reconciled. Shuixin's face is calm, and her eyebrows are slightly frowning. Suddenly, there is a touch of light in her eyes. Shuixin pulls Yiyue's hand and says: "let's go." The medicine bowl can't be broken for no reason, or it was broken when they were about to arrive at the prison. Who is it? Who on earth is secretly helping her?