Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 88

General Chen was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed: "Young concubine, the last general is indeed General Chen. Before entering the palace, the noble concubine went to offer incense at Jing'an Temple to pray for safety, and she was escorted by the last general!"

Concubine Yuwen didn't move her eyebrows, and said calmly: "But it's nonsense again. I'm not in good health, but my memory is not bad. Why don't I remember the Jing'an Temple near the Dingbei Palace? Chen Shenjiang hasn't returned to Beijing for eight years. Zaofei, I'm afraid even his biological mother can't tell the truth from the fake? Mr. Xing is too careless, why didn't the witnesses he found carefully check the background and find a fake person?"

Xing Yuewen was tongue-tied: "This... this... this minister wants to eradicate the evil and sycophants, and use the side of the Qing emperor"

"To shut up!"

Concubine Yuwen scolded coldly, "What side of the Qing emperor? In ancient times, no minister who thought of the Qing emperor's side had a heart of reverence for the emperor or the imperial power! The Seven Kings' Rebellion during Emperor Jing's time used the slogan of killing Chao Xiang and the Qing emperor's side, But Emperor Jing beheaded Chao Xiang, did he stop the seven kings' rebels from attacking the capital? Emperor Yan Gaozong also cleared the emperor, but he even killed his nephew Emperor Jianwen, and became emperor himself! Think about the emperor's side, What's on your mind?"

Xing Yuewen was shocked, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

Concubine Yuwen ignored him, stood up and said to Tang Tianxiao: "Your Majesty, since you can't even tell the truth of the witnesses, why not postpone the case until the witnesses' identities are clarified!"

Tang Tianxiao's expression softened slightly, and he nodded, "I will follow what the imperial concubine said. Since the diplomatic relations between the two countries and related soldiers are involved, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War can send personnel to assist in the investigation."

When Xing Yuewen agreed, Tang Tianxiao had already stood up and walked out with a flick of his sleeves.

When Ke Qianmei passed by, she was raising the trembling steel needles on her fingertips, clenched the round wooden handle at the end with her teeth, and pulled out the needles that penetrated into the flesh one by one.

She lowered her eyes, although she didn't groan in pain, but every time a needle was pulled out with a stream of blood, her body would tremble with pain, and her nostrils were covered with beads of sweat.

But he didn't stop for a while, and didn't even look at her.

The bright white clothes brought a gust of wind and brushed her cheeks, making her a little cold.

Imperial Concubine Yuwen followed him away, and when she crossed the threshold, she said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, bandage the wound on your hand!"

But when Qian Mei turned her head quickly, Tang Tianxiao was hiding her right hand in her sleeve quickly.

The tan comb and the mass of crimson are gone in a flash.

No one knew, perhaps not even himself, when he was injured by a comb.

Maybe, just when you inadvertently clenched the comb tightly.

The tighter the grip, the deeper the hurt.

-----------------------------------------

The emperor had spoken, and the interrogation couldn't go on.

Ke Qianmei was sent to the prison of Dali Temple, and it was a separate room in the deepest part of the prison.

Low and narrow, dark and damp.

There is also a small window on the side, even if it is not much bigger than a fist, it is cast into the wall with several thumb-thick iron bars.

Looking out of the small window, you can only see old trees, barren grass and dim crows, a corner where even the afterglow of the setting sun can't shine.

Since she arrived in Ruidu, everywhere she went was beautiful and prosperous, even passing through the market, she saw the streets full of emerald jewels, embroidered clothes with golden thread, singing and dancing everywhere.

But here, apart from the ominous chatter of birds and birds, there are howls or groans from here and there from time to time, like hell on earth.

She touched the messy dry grass beside the wall with the back of her hand, but it was also damp. A little mouse was startled, and walked unhurriedly along the wall to the corner, and then burrowed in. There was a big gap, but it disappeared in a puff.

The hay was turned over a little, and the dirt sticking to it could be seen. I don't know how long the previous term had stayed here. Maybe it was all bleeding, and it was carried sideways to the mass grave.

She didn't dare to sleep, dragged the heavy shackles step by step to the corner near the door, rubbed the ground with the soles of her shoes indiscriminately, and then sat down tiredly against the wall, put her scarred hands on her knees, and put her head Rest on your arms.

The gleam of light from the small window gradually disappeared, and the crowing also gradually disappeared.

It's night time.

She sat quietly in the corner, her slender figure buried in the deep black, as if blending with the old wall.

Maybe I fell asleep, maybe I never fell asleep, but in a blur, I saw the green grass in the sky, the white horse in the yellow shirt, and the cheerful hoofbeats and laughter soaring into the sky.

"Actually, I would rather you live fast, and live so fast all the time..."

A man sighed, his voice was as desolate and gentle as his gaze.

"Although the world is big, people's hearts are bigger. No matter how big the world is, it can't fill a single heart. So what is right or wrong? Why worry too much about the insatiable desire? Qian Mei, this song "Bao Mei", I advise you You don't have to play it."

A woman smiles, her eyes are like spring breeze, stirring a pool of spring water to rippling like a song.

The fluttering fine lines are said to be called happiness.

happiness……

She trembled in a daze, and opened her eyes suddenly, only to feel the sudden pain in her ten fingers.

There was a slight lump in his throat for no reason.

She smiled hurriedly, swallowed the choking sound, and gently blew on her sore fingers.

I don't know if the phalanx was crushed by these people.

If the bone is really broken, if you dance the whip or sword again in the future, can you still be so agile?

However, will she still have a chance to hold the whip that Tang Tianxiao personally released?
--------------------------------------------
There were hurried footsteps and low voices outside.

The human voice was surprisingly familiar.

Just as he was wondering if he was hallucinating, the sound of keys turning and colliding could be heard clearly.

Then, the heavy iron door was pushed open, and the dilapidated wall behind him buzzed and vibrated, like swarms of bugs crawling across his back, making his skin numb.

A man dressed as a court guard stepped in slowly, held up an ordinary lantern marked "Dali Temple", and carefully inspected it.

Seeing the man's back, Ke Qianmei suddenly shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips.

============================================
(End of this chapter)