"But I have something to tell you. Emperor Ming Xian looked at Zhuo Yijia and said. There was no anger or panic in his voice, as calm as if he was talking to his daughter every day.

"After I'm gone, you're going to have a good time. Let go of the hatred. This life is too short, and in the next life, we won't know each other again. Maybe they don't see each other at all. Emperor Ming Xian said, looked at Zhuo Yijia and added softly: "This is also the life that your mother wants you to live." ”

Hearing Emperor Ming Xian talk about his mother, Zhuo Yijia couldn't help but hook his lips and sneered, lowered his head and looked at the arrow and bow in his hand, and said contemptuously: "If you die, my life will naturally be good." ”

As she spoke, she raised her eyes and looked at Emperor Ming Xian, who was standing above her, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Originally, I wanted to shoot you to death in the Jinluan Palace with one arrow." Now that you mentioned my mother, I suddenly realized that you shouldn't have died so easily. ”

Zhuo Yijia raised his head and shook his head, holding a bow and arrow in one hand and rubbing the arrow feathers in the other: "If you have broken hands and feet and put them in an urn, you can also be another way to live." ”

Zhuo Yijia said softly, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the hall.

"Someone is coming, arrest the traitor King Qing, put him on death row, and wait for dispatch. Zhuo Yijia raised his voice and said loudly.

The stronger the evening breeze, the more laughter and sounds blow away from the entire palace. Silent and bloody.

On October 30, the prince of Huairong successfully forced the palace to rebel, and Emperor Ming Xian was put on death row.

On the first day of the winter month, the secret edict of the emperor fifteen years ago saw the light of day.

King Huairong died, and all the courtiers supported Zhao Fengyao as the new emperor on the grounds that their father died and their son inherited.

In the middle of the winter moon, everything is ready for the enthronement ceremony.

Zhuo Yijia wore official uniforms and followed the ministers to stand on the long staircase outside the Jinluan Palace. Her mask was taken off in the early morning of thirty.

Although the identity was not said to the public, looking at the attitude of Zhuo Shunwu and Zhuo Ziheng, and the face that was no different from Zhuo Zihua, not to mention it, many people had already guessed one, two, three in their hearts.

The identity of this streamer general is even more fearful when it comes to General Zhuo's mansion.

Nowadays, no one dares to mess with it.

On the day of Emperor Shunzhen's rebellion, who didn't know that it was the palace that this streamer general entered together.

Zhao Fengyao took the edict of the first emperor Jingwen, ascended the throne as the emperor, and changed the country name to Shunzhen.

On the day Emperor Shunzhen ascended the throne, news came from the dungeon.

Emperor Ming Xian, who had been reduced to a prisoner, was gone.

At the insistence of Zhuo Yijia, the enthronement ceremony continued. She walked into the dungeon with Zhihua and the guards.

Only one empty cell remained.

Zhuo Yijia stood outside the cell, with a calm face, looking at the still neat stone bed inside: "What about people?"

"If you go back to the general, you don't know what to do. The warden, who was standing next to him, replied nervously and rubbed his hands together.

"When did he disappear?" Zhuo Yijia continued.

The warden raised his hand, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and replied, "I was still eating last night, but I disappeared at the beginning of the shift today." ”

Zhuo Yijia suddenly turned his head and glared at the warden with a dark face: "Why did you come to report when you disappeared?!"

The warden trembled uncontrollably when Zhuo Yijia saw it: "Back to the general's words, the lower officials and lower officials originally wanted the dungeon to be extremely tightly guarded, so they wouldn't let him escape, so they would."

The warden said, raising his sleeve to wipe the sweat on his forehead: "I thought I would look for it first, maybe I could find it." ”

Zhuo Yijia's eyes sank when she heard this, and she turned her head to look at the empty cell, her eyes gloomy.

She pursed her lips and looked at the cell tightly, not saying a word.

The warden stood beside Zhuo Yijia with a nod and a bow, and said cautiously: "General, I have already locked up the jailer who was on duty last night, do you want to ask?"

Zhuo Yijia didn't speak, just looked at the cell, his eyes swept over.

"You said before that the entire cell guards didn't see him last night?" Zhuo Yijia asked expressionlessly as he looked at the cell.

"Back to the general's words, exactly. The warden stood next to Zhuo Yijia and hurriedly replied, and after speaking, he added: "The lower official assures that I have never seen it." ”

"Then can he escape?" Zhihua on the side sounded angry, and turned his head to question the warden with a dark face.

"No, no, no, Xia Guan didn't mean that, Xia Guan meant"

"Shut up!" Zhuo Yijia turned his head and glared, shouting back the warden's unfinished words.

The cell became quiet.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the ground in the cell and muttered what Jiang Zhihua said: "Escape?"

As she spoke, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the warden next to her: "Open the door." ”

"Yes, yes. The warden stooped over to the cell and opened the door with the key he had prepared.

The cell door opened, and the warden walked into the dungeon first, and then stood by the door waiting for Zhuo Yijia to advance.

Zhuo Yijia first stood at the door of the prison and carefully looked at the layout in the prison. Then he walked into the cell, crouched down, stretched out his fingers and bent them, and began to knock them one by one.

A "knock" sound came.

No one in the cell dared to move much, so he could only let Zhuo Yijia knock on the stone bricks on the floor little by little.

Knocking little by little. The sound of 'thump' echoed through the silent cell.

After a while, Zhuo Yijia stopped.

She turned her head to look at the brick that Jiang had knocked herself, and knocked it. The 'knock' sound is noticeably louder than the longer one.

She turned her head sideways, lay her whole body on the floor, put her ear to the floor, and reached out to knock her hand.

"Knock Knock ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The voice was clear in the cell.

Zhuo Yijia propped herself up and began to fumble around the floor.

Little by little, rubbing, patting, tapping......

For a long time, there was no movement.

She turned her head and looked at the warden next to her: "In the past year, Emperor Ming Xian has been in the dungeon?"

The warden looked at Zhuo Yijia, who suddenly asked, first turned his head and thought about it carefully, and then turned around and said: "Back to the general's words, don't say this year, even the previous year, the lower officials have never seen the emperor coming." ”

Saying that, the jailer behind the warden pulled the corner of his clothes, his eyes widened, and he suddenly quickly changed his words: "I haven't seen the traitor King Qing coming." ”

The new emperor has just ascended the throne, and this streamer is a celebrity in front of him, and he still has the skill of the dragon, but he doesn't dare to talk nonsense.

Zhuo Yijia ignored the warden's words. Just stood up and pointed to the floor: "Pry the floor open." ”

"Huh?" said the warden for a moment, then immediately again, "Okay, okay, go get a shovel and a sledgehammer." ”

There are quite a few tools in the interrogation room in the dungeon.

After a while, Zhuo Yijia brought what he wanted.

She stood aside and watched as several jailers pried the floor to the ground.

It took a few moments to pry the floor open.

As soon as it opened, the scene inside left a layer of cold sweat on the people standing in the cell.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the floor in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Sure enough, there was a long dark passage under the floor.