Chapter 256

Through the window lattice, the West slanting moonlight 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 candle, but the night pearl placed in the four corners of the interior. The fist sized beads are lightly covered by the orange yarn falling to the ground, reflecting a light warm orange light, which is not too bright, but also enough to illuminate, adding to the decorated interior It's kind of dignified and luxurious.

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

Xin Yue congeals a Leng, immediately smile way: "still have this kind of thing?" Does the emperor dare to send wrong people?

Aware that Xin Yuening was interested 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 and Qingfeng to the Imperial Palace by mistake. The emperor was so angry that he sent someone to Haoyue for verification. At present, Qingfeng has been taken into the prison. Qingling has the Prime Minister of the building to protect and left 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. It must be because of Qingling. This woman is also powerful. She can make the emperor keep in mind. She can also make the always clear building sunset to say love for her. Thinking of what happened at the palace banquet tonight, Xin Yuening's face suddenly turned white, and a disgusting feeling rushed up. The disgusted low hum said: "the woman named Qingling, Jane, is a devil." 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 this terrible woman? There is a limit to questing.

Xin Yuening's face was not good. He retched a few times according to his chest. The water core put down the jade comb and brought her tea.

Xin Yuening took a sip of tea and then relaxed. He asked casually, "has Qingfeng been locked in prison?"

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

Thinking of the stubborn and arrogant appearance of Qingfeng tonight, xinyuening raised a sneer, "it's not easy to be in the prison. She's a weak woman, and I don't know if she can endure it."

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

Put down participating in tea, Xin Yuening seems to think of something again, explaining specially: "don't make it too obvious." The death of a person in the prison is a common thing. Now it seems that the emperor has no interest in Qingfeng, or he will not throw her into the prison. The death of that woman has little influence on her. If she catches hold of this matter, it's not worth it.

Water core obediently replied, "yes." Holding Xin Yuening to bed and sleeping, the water core quietly exits the house.

In March, a young thrush who just learned to fly jumped up and down among the branches, and finally fell in front of the small window beside the branch, squeaking and calling, as if telling the people in the window about the bright spring outside. Through the small window, a beam of sunlight fell on the cold stone floor, and also on the thin and curled up body. Even with the warm sunshine, the body was still slightly shaking, and her closed eyes showed that she was not awake.

"Bang!" The closed prison door suddenly made a crisp sound, which made the birds on the small window fly away immediately, and also woke up the sleeping green maple.

Green maple opened his eyes, and he could not see anything. There were layers of beautiful halos in his eyes. He stared at the halo for a long time, until his eyes began to prick, and then he put out his hand to cover his eyes. What happened last night was replayed in her mind. Now she is in the palace and in prison! Qingfeng immediately sat up straight. Maybe it was too urgent. Suddenly, he had a pain in his chest. Qingfeng coughed fiercely. Every time he coughed, he would smoke his chest. The pain almost made her want to go to sleep and not wake up.

Qingfeng finally got along with the gas, "bang Dang", a bowl of muddy porridge was thrown in from the small square opening under the prison door, because the strength was too big, and many porridge was spilled out. She had not eaten well for nearly a day and a night, and even had no water to drink. Qingfeng struggled to get up and ran over, picked up the earthen bowl on the ground and sent it to his mouth. Before the porridge was put into the mouth, a stink of rancid smell came, and his thirsty throat immediately began to retch.

This is a rotten food that even dogs can't eat. Can't a bowl of porridge be given to such a large imperial palace? In other words, even a dog is inferior to the one who is locked here! Green maple sneers, is about to put the rotten food in his hand aside, the bleak female voice rings again, "if you don't want to die, you should swallow everything in your stomach."

That voice last night? Qingfeng shook his hand holding the bowl and looked up hurriedly. The first thing he saw was not a figure, but a fence blocked by a trunk with thick arms. The trunks were closely arranged, but the hands could pass through. At the top right of her cell, there is a small window about the size of a palm. Only a ray of sunlight shines in through that small window. The window is too small and the light is very weak. However, the cell over the fence has no window, which is even darker. If the woman did not make a sound, Qingfeng would not find another person on the other side.

There was a fence between the two cells. Although Qingfeng was still nervous, she was much calmer than last night's fear. Put down the bowl, green maple slowly to the direction of the fence, squinting eyes, trying to see the opposite woman.

Looking for a long time, Qingfeng finally saw a shadow in the dark corner of the wall. In such an environment, let alone see her appearance and age, even men and women are hard to distinguish. 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. At last, she had to lick up the residue on the side of the bowl, as if it was something delicious on earth. Qingfeng frowned tightly, looked down at the smelly porridge in his hand, and then looked at the humble woman in the corner. The hand holding the bowl was tight, and he threw the bowl beside the door. The porridge spread all over the ground, and the bowl broke a small hole.

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

The woman also saw her for a long time. Qingfeng could feel the bleak sight. When she thought that the woman would not pay attention to her, the woman suddenly smiled and said, "I don't have a chance to go out alive here, but I won't die at once. Let's go slowly."

She's still a little weird now, but compared with last night's madness and strangeness, she's no different from ordinary people. Qingfeng became more and more curious about this man, and went a step further. Qingfeng continued 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 unwillingness of Qingfeng in her tone are not missed. There must be a different story behind this person.

I don't know if it's hungry or tired, or for other reasons, Qingfeng feels dizzy. The pain in her chest reminds her how hard Yan Hongtian's hand is. Qingfeng didn't forget the crazy appearance of the woman last night. She took a few steps back and sat with her back against the prison door. She asked casually, "have you been here for a long time?"

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

Seven or eight years? Hiding in the shadow, she curled up. Green maple could only vaguely see that she was thin. The prisoners were so ragged and dirty that they could not see the original color. The scattered hair and grass were scattered behind her head, covering her face.

Seven or eight years?

Porridge sprinkled on the ground from time to time gives off a bad smell. The dark cell is cold and humid. There will be no warmth or hope here. Seven or eight years? Maybe she can't even stay for seven or eight days. If she is allowed to stay here all her life, she would rather die!

The iron door suddenly moved, the small square opening under the door opened again, and the people outside stopped for a moment, as if they also saw the porridge and broken tile bowl on the ground.

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat these days." From the outside of the prison gate came the man's furious clamor. Qingfeng didn't care about what he said. She would not eat this kind of rotten food even if she was starving.

When Qingfeng was arrogant and sneering, the prison door behind her was kicked severely by the bodyguard outside. Although it was not directly kicked on her, she sat by the prison door, and the strength of that foot was also shaken on her chest through the prison door. Qingfeng felt that there was only a black moment in front of her, and a stream of shy heat overflowed from her throat.

Qingfeng gently raised his hand and wiped his lips. The dark red blood slipped down his fingertips. Qingfeng frowned. It's estimated that she would die in this prison in seven or eight days.

"You? Did you vomit blood? " The suspicious female voice came from the corner with a trill. Qingfeng raised his arm, wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "I can't die for a while."

Blood infects the sleeves and leaves a dark red blood mark on the blue cloth. Green maple's eyes are wild, as if he is not the one who spits blood. But the calm and normal woman gets upset and repeats what she says. Green maple doesn't listen carefully.

"It's her!" The woman suddenly got up from the ground and rushed to Qingfeng like crazy. She was so scared that Qingfeng hurriedly moved to the direction of the prison door. This time, the woman didn't stretch out her hand to pull the green maple. She just grasped the fence tightly, and her fingertips began to turn white.