Chapter 258

Yi Yue slightly lowers her head and carefully stares at the reaction of Shuixin. She is not brave to breathe. Shuixin sister is the red man beside the empress's mother. If she feels that she is not good at her work, her life in Yilan palace will not be easy.

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

"Yes." Yi Yue takes a deep breath of relief, puts down the basket of flowers, makes a respectful salute and leaves quickly.

Purple figure is still a slow and orderly flower cutting, the smile on his face remains unchanged, but it is obviously absent-minded. This green maple is not simple. It didn't take long to enter the palace. Now it's still in the prison. Unexpectedly, she can go to Huang Jiao for treatment. Who is helping her secretly? What disease is she suffering from?

Cold?

How cold is it?

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

"Second sister?"

Is this the last voice? Qingfeng's heart wrenched fiercely. At last, she was most afraid of the dark. It's so dark and cold here. How did she get it? At last? Where are you?

"Second sister?" The floating voice seemed to come from the four gates and eight directions far away, and it seemed to be close enough to shout in her ear. Qingfeng thought about it and wanted to find her, but her body couldn't move. No matter how hard she struggled, her limbs didn't listen.

"Maple! Feng ER? Help me now? "

"Second sister, it hurts. How does my face hurt? Save me! "

Big sister and the end of the low cry cry for help in the ear ring constantly, Qingfeng heart burning, she struggled, cried out with all her strength: "the end!" Qingfeng quickly opened his eyes. It was still dark in front of him. Qingfeng hurriedly got up and listened carefully. She didn't hear anything except the footsteps of the jailer outside the prison. It was still that cold prison. There was no end or elder sister.

Was she dreaming just now?

Fortunately, it's a dream. The strength is momentarily evacuated, the green maple falls to sit on the ground, the tear has already soaked the face unconsciously.

The end? How are you doing now?

She always thought that she would never fear anything. Her parents died miserably. When she left her, she was not afraid. Her heart was full of hatred. Pick up the scissors and cut her cheek. It hurt her heart. She didn't hesitate to be soft. She was determined to die. But at this moment, she was afraid, trembling with fear, sobbing with fear. It was hard to know whether the elder sister was lucky or unlucky, or whether the younger sister would die. She was afraid that she would die like this. What should they do? It's her who destroys their faces. It's her who causes elder sister's amnesia. Now she's dead. What's her face to see her parents?

She can't die. She wants to live. She wants to live for her elder sister and the end, for her father and mother who died miserably. Tears fell silently across the cheek. Qingfeng raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes. The most important thing in this prison is tears.

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

"I want to eat!" All of a sudden, the long and thin arm stretched out from under the prison door, and a little hoarse voice called out, "give me something to eat!"

The jailer squatted down and looked sideways at the small iron gate. In order to stretch out his arm, he half lay on the ground. He sneered, "don't you want to eat? Want to eat now? No more! " She was crazy at first. This man in prison is not entitled to be arrogant at all. The jailer raised his feet impatiently to leave. Qingfeng grabbed his ankle and refused to loosen it. "Give me eat!" She didn't find her little sister. She can't die now. She hasn't eaten for nearly three days. She wants to eat, even if it's sour or smelly!

Too hard to grasp the ankles, fingertips deep into the meat, the jailer was impatient, the foot of a sudden pain, immediately grumpy up, raise the other foot, it is necessary to step on the foot holding his foot does not put the hand. At this time, another jailer just came over, patted him on the shoulder, picked up the empty 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 feet, smiled clearly, picked up an empty bowl, scraped a small half bowl of porridge at the bottom of the bucket, squatted down again, grabbed a handful of fine dust and gravel on the flagstone road in front of the green maple, sprinkled them into the bowl, threw them to the green maple'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 smell that was still disgusting, she thought that the bowl was filled with sand. She slowly released her hand holding the jailer's ankle. Qingfeng picked up the bowl and didn't say a word. She just sent the sour porridge with the sand to her mouth.

The woman on the other side of the prison quietly looked at the silent woman on the opposite side, with a fine "cackle" sound in her mouth. I don't know whether it was the sand in her mouth, or the critical teeth, the indifferent eyes, and the cold light that made her shake unconsciously.

Watching Qingfeng devour the rotten porridge with the sand, the two jailers outside laughed. No matter how noble you were, how stubborn you were, when you arrived, were you just like a dog?

They both laughed and walked out. Qingfeng held the bowl tightly. The gravel rattled in her mouth. She once said that she would not eat the sour porridge even if she died. She was swallowing it bit by bit.

Around the front gate is the path leading to the prison. On weekdays, few people go there except the guards who patrol the palace. The master said that the medicine was not effective when it was cold. Yaotong lowered his head, clenched the tray in his hand, stepped forward quickly, and was about to cross the gate. A light blue figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Yaotong was shocked, and the medicine juice in the bowl almost spilled out. Fortunately, the person who came here was quick to react, and they dodged when they were about to collide. Just in order not to hit him, the woman at the foot of a twist, fell to the ground.

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

Wen Yu looked down at the woman sitting on the ground. She was not very old. She was dressed in a bun. She wore a set of Light Blue Palace clothes with exquisite embroidery skills and patterns. It can be seen that she must be the little maid who was favored by her side. This kind of person can't be offended. She was very rude, but Wenyu didn't dare to answer back. She asked carefully, "are you OK, sister?"

The woman moved her ankle, and immediately she bared her teeth: "my foot is twisted!"

"I'm sorry!" said Wen Yu in panic

The woman raised her head, and a pair of smart eyes glared at him fiercely. She cried, "Why are you still in a daze? Help me up!"

"Oh, yes." Wen Yu finally came back to look around. There was a stone table behind him. Wen Yu quickly put down the tray and ran back to the woman. He picked her up carefully and asked timidly, "your feet Are you ok? "

He stood up with his arm on his back. The woman glanced at the medicine bowl on the stone table not far away without trace, and said: "who said it's ok? It's killing me."

The woman's hand clings to his sleeve and refuses to let go, for fear that he may run away. Wenyu can't tell her bitterness. She doesn't have to drag him. He doesn't dare to run! Lalala is not the way to talk. Wenyu says with a smile, "this elder sister, or I'll show you the foot injury. If it's really serious, I'll ask the head office of the royal doctor for you."

The woman gave him a white look and said, "men and women are not close to each other. Who wants you to see your foot hurt! You can help me walk two steps to see if I can move. "

"Oh, yes." Wenyu foolishly helps the woman to move forward without noticing that another light figure is quietly approaching the stone table?

He limped slowly forward a few steps. Wen Yu wanted to tell her not to walk too much when she was sprained. However, the woman insisted on going forward for a while, and then stopped. She changed her arrogant attitude and said, "fortunately, she can still walk! Come on, I'll be fine when I go back to wipe some medicine and wine. "

Wen Yu stared at her ankle and asked in doubt, "is it really OK?" Just now, she was not in great pain. How can she go two steps?

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

"My sister taught me that." Wen Yu didn't dare to say more and nodded.

His eyes swept the empty stone table again without trace. The woman waved her hand and said impatiently, "OK, hurry up."

"Yes." After wiping the sweat on his forehead, Wen Yu secretly congratulated himself that the woman was not easy to provoke at first sight. Fortunately, she was not seriously hurt. Otherwise, the matter would start. The master must scold him.

Run back to the stone table, pick up the tray, Wenyu lowers his head, hurries past the woman, afraid to look at her, for fear that she will suddenly change her mind not to let him go.

Seeing Wenyu walk out of the gate of the small courtyard, the little maid walked quickly to the stone table. She was limping just now, but she couldn't see any sign of sprain at the moment. She stood beside the stone table and looked around to make sure that no one was there. Then she whispered, "sister Shuixin."

After the ancient trees beside the stone table, a slim figure came out, and Yi Yue met her. She just wanted to say something. The "clang Dang" sound came from afar.

"My medicine! Bad bad? " Anxious and flustered low cry also sounded. This voice is clearly the little medicine boy just now.

Spilled the medicine? Yi Yue says urgently: "sister Shuixin, what can I do?" It was not easy for her to find the sparsely populated place with lush vegetation. Now that the medicine has been sprinkled, they are busy now?

Yiyue's face is not satisfied. Shuixin's face is calm and his brow is slightly frowned. Suddenly, his eyes are shining. Shuixin pulls Yiyue's hand and says, "go quickly." The medicine bowl can't be broken for no reason, or when they have moved their hands and feet and are about to arrive at the prison, who is it? Who is helping her in secret?