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In the bone-chilling dark room, in a pile of rancid clothes, Wen Xi lay upright, her fingers not moving, those rat flesh must be poisonous, she was so hot that she could almost burn. She counted www.biquge.info counted, and estimated that she had eaten no less than thirty mice, and the rats in the room had been cleared, and she pricked up her ears until she was drowsy and did not hear the slightest creaking.

There are three and a half bowls of porridge in the corner of the wall, all of which were sent by those people to give her life, Wen Xi is very sorry, if the weather is warmer now, maybe in addition to mice, there are other cockroaches and bedbugs or something, and they can also be satisfied.

She suddenly laughed, Master must not have thought that she was such a picky eater, this time he should praise her.

Master...... Master......

Master, he seems to be right, and we really can't see each other again in this life.

Wenxi smiled and smiled, a line of hot things flowed from the corners of her eyes, it was tears, she quickly swallowed them back, tears were made of water, and she could no longer lose any water in her body now.

She began to hate again, hated the person who captured her, why didn't he kill her with a sword, he could have done it, just killing, it was very easy, she had also killed, a sword pierced through the skull, there should not be such a slow starvation and thirst to death pain.

In her hand, she held a double-strand golden hairpin that had been taken from the skull's head, the pointed end was very hard and sharp......

She slowly raised her hand and slowly brought the golden hairpin close to her throat - suddenly, she threw the golden hairpin far away, she thought it was far away, but it was not far at all, just a few feet away, and there was a sound of gold and stone clashing.

How could she think of dying, her mother tried her best to leave her a way out, and the master struggled to save her, how could she die! If Leng Shuzhu knew that she had killed her, how sad he would be, he must be trying to find a way to save himself, he must have a way, he always has a way......

Wenxi struggled to get up, hurriedly touched the ground, and finally touched the discarded golden hairpin, she crawled to the wall again, and touched a bowl, she picked up the bowl, licked the porridge in the bowl that had already frozen into ice, she shivered while eating, and waited for the small half bowl of frozen porridge to be gnawed down by her, although it was cold, she seemed to feel that she had some strength.

For a moment, she felt so cold that her bone marrow could freeze, and she hurriedly rolled back to the pile of rotten clothes, wrapped herself tightly, she felt her pulse, she didn't know how sick she was now, but her pulse was very messy, and her mind was still a little confused.

But she still remembered that she didn't want to die, she wouldn't die......

*

In the afternoon, another urgent report from Pang Yuan was rushed into the imperial court, the king of Zhou was injured by a cold arrow, and Makita of Wuliangzhou Prefecture died defending the city by boat.

The emperor threw out the report in exhaustion, said "incompetent", and then collapsed on the dragon bed, and was called by the chamberlain Changhe several times before coming back to his senses.

The ministers who were arguing all over the court suddenly fell silent and bowed down.

Zheng Xiang came out of the column to play: "Your Majesty, foreign thieves are coming, you should retreat from the enemy first!"

Pang Yuan went south to Honghu City and Sixteen Mountains, which were only four or five days away from Kyoto, and the situation was urgent, and the Zheng family had to transfer manpower from Kansai.

The emperor waved his hand and exhaled weakly, "Let's talk again, retreat." ”

Zheng Xiang was anxious, seeing that the emperor was helped down by the attendants, the expression on his face was stiff, everyone had gradually retreated, and he was still standing still with a wat board in his hand.

"Your Majesty has ordered the retreat from the court, and the auxiliary minister is still not leaving?" Young Servant Yang came up from behind and said beside Zheng Xiang.

Zheng Xiang took a deep breath, glanced at him again, his expression was cold, he didn't speak, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Young Servant Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the wind and snow outside the hall, and said softly: "Ruixue Zhaofeng year." ”

At dusk, the snow finally stopped a little, and the heavy snow for several days had bent the canopy of several ancient trees in the Imperial Garden.

On the Feiluan Pavilion, King Chen looked north at the Yongle Pond in the distance through the window paper, the surface of the pool had already been frozen, and it was covered with thick snow, he looked at the scenery of the imperial city so calmly for the first time, but he never had a lot of pride, only the vast palaces were empty and made him feel gloomy.

Someone came outside the door, but Chen Wang still maintained the posture of standing by the window, as if he was not in prison at all.

It was a maid who came, quite old, with silver threads in her hair, a deep and sharp demeanor in her eyebrows, a dark blue blouse, a cloth-colored lower skirt, and only a bone hairpin in her hair, which did not match this luxurious and rich court, but she was indescribably harmonious, as if she was a part of this court, the embodiment of the gloom of this court.

She was followed by four chamberlains dressed in yellow, but she came with a tray in her own hand, and in the tray was a glass of wine.

When she entered, the rest of the people remained outside, and the door was shut. She put down the tray, raised her head to look at King Chen, and said, "The old slave will send wine to His Royal Highness." ”

The corners of King Chen's lips curled slightly, he already knew everything that happened in the court, he shouldn't have known, but he just knew, after he knew, he thought about how the emperor would deal with him, but he didn't expect such a method.

Perhaps suicide in fear of sin was the easiest relief the emperor could think of for him.

He shouldn't have had hope after all, what he said to the emperor that day, remembering every subtle expression of his face, he even felt sorry for the emperor's fleeting sorrow, the madman who hated his mother to the bone, after all, there was a trace of affection that he didn't even know. King Chen finally realized, but Concubine Xian won't know, maybe she already knew, King Chen frowned suddenly, she should know......

He turned around and looked at the older maid, her surname was Huang, a name that no one knew, perhaps her name had been forgotten by her, all of them called her Lady Huang, who had been serving by the side when the emperor was still a baby. Back then, the young Luo Cheng sneaked to the East Palace to visit his mother, and when the female official Huang heard the news, she took him away when they talked for half an hour.

Now, it's her, too, with a glass of wine.

King Chen possessed him, picked up the wine jue, looked at the ancient patterns engraved on it, and said with emotion: "Is this Your Majesty's reward for me?"

Lady Huang raised her head, moved her lips, and said, "Your Majesty said: Give this wine to King Chen." ”

Chen Wang's hand clasped the wine jue, and the wine inside did not shake at all.

She added, "But Your Majesty has never said that His Royal Highness will drink this wine. ”

King Chen's eyebrows couldn't help but move slightly, but his eyes stared at Huang Nuguan without moving, and Huang Nuguan continued: "Or the Second Highness can reward people with this wine." ”

"To whom?" asked King Chen.

She said: "Old slave, old slave has never drunk wine in his life, and he has never known the taste of wine, but he can't help but be curious when he sees countless people drinking wine or going crazy or debauched. ”

King Chen frowned, but his fingers almost crushed the wine lord, "Why?" "Why did she do this?"

Female official Huang's words were unwavering: "The old slave is already tired, and he has long wanted to drink a glass of wine that can relax his heart, why can't His Highness fulfill it?"

King Chen shook his head: "You don't have to be like this. ”

Huang Nuguan said: "The old slave is still afraid. ”

"What are you afraid of?"

The old slave recently dreamed of Concubine Xian, she said that Her Royal Highness is now like a dragon that wants to swim for nine days, and there is nothing that can stop her, but she is afraid that when Her Highness soars through the clouds, the heavens and the earth will collapse. Lady Huang spoke plainly, but with a convincing tone.

King Chen put down the wine jue heavily, and the wine in it almost spilled out: "When people die, the lights go out, and Concubine Xian will not enter anyone's dream again." ”

Lady Huang looked at King Chen firmly, "She will." ”

King Chen closed his eyes deeply, waved his sleeves, and said, "You can go." ”

The yellow lady got up silently and left silently, and the wine lord stood quietly on the low case, the old color seemed to tell all the reminiscent past.