The eunuch was faced with the stubbornness of the withered grass, and at this moment he had no patience, and ordered: "Draw a charge for her, report it to the emperor, and the prisoner has confessed." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The guards brought a prepared piece of white paper, full of regulations for confessing crimes, and forcibly pressed the palm print on the night withered grass and showed it to the eunuch.

The eunuch looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and instructed the prison history: "Put the prisoner back on death row and keep him under strict supervision." ”

"Yes." The jailer was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and the major general only gave an order last night, not to abuse lynching, and this father-in-law showed the emperor's token again, this person is like this, how can they afford to offend big people.

The eunuch fiddled with his orchid fingers, was in a good mood, and left the cell slowly.

When the jailer saw that his father-in-law was far away, he dared to put the night withered grass down from the torture rack, and couldn't bear to say: "Girl, you are stronger than those men, your courage makes me admire, if you don't dislike it, I have a private collection of gold medicine, and your wound is ......."

"No need, I can still survive this little injury, please send me back to my original cell." The night withered grass endured the pain and squeezed out a sentence.

"You two come and carry her back to her cell, remember to be lighter." The jailer instructed the jailers around him.

The two jailers lifted the night withered grass and walked slowly, carefully placing her on the hard bed.

"Thank you!" The night withered grass lay on the hard bed and replied gratefully.

The jailer put the golden medicine at the head of the bed of the withered grass, exited the cell door, fastened the big lock, and left.

Night Dry Grass's consciousness is gradually blurred, and her body is cold, is she about to die? I felt that I didn't have any strength at all, I was so tired and tired, my eyelids were so heavy, and I closed my eyes.

"Open the prison door." A command sounded.

"Meet the Third Prince." Prison Shi was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, looked at the withered grass at night, wiped the sweat on his forehead, how many people did this girl offend, why did so many big people come in one day, it seems that there is more than one luck.

Nightdry grass heard someone, her body twitched, but her eyelids couldn't be opened, and she lay quietly.

The third prince waved his hand and motioned for the prison history to retreat.

Prison Shi received the gesture and immediately retreated.

The third prince sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the injuries on the night withered grass in distress, and said angrily: "They actually tortured you, I will definitely kill them all and vent my anger for you." ”

"Don't ...... Regardless of their business. "The weak voice of the night withered grass, listening to the other party's voice is a little familiar, it's not the big brother, is it the roaring sky.

The night withered grass struggled for a long time, and asked, "Is it Xiaotian?" ”

"It's not." The third prince said bluntly, and he was a little disappointed to hear that the night withered grass was not mistaken.

Night withered grass thought for a while, guessed who it was in her heart, and chose to be silent, I didn't expect that the person who came to see me at this time would be the third prince, and I also expected Xiaotian to come and make it clear that he didn't frame me, sure enough, I was too naïve.

The third prince stretched out his hand to touch the wound on the night withered grass's face, and then looked at her, it was obvious that he had just been punished with a leather whip, and when he saw her hands again, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and said: "They actually used the punishment of fingers on you, I am late, I will definitely save you out." ”

"Third prince, let's go! It's my own business, and I don't want to implicate anyone anymore. The night withered grass struggled to squeeze out a sentence, and then fainted.

"How are you? I'll take you away now. The third prince frowned, picked up the night withered grass and was about to leave the cell.

Seeing this, the jailer was very frightened, and hurriedly stopped the third prince, for a reason: "Third prince, you can't take this girl away, she is now on death row, let the emperor know, I'm afraid this girl will suffer again." ”

The third prince stopped, thought about it, the jailer was reasonable, I didn't think about it, and then returned to the prison, put down the night withered grass, saw the golden medicine next to her, attached medicine to her face and hands, and then stayed on her body, the injuries on this body are not easy to medicate......

The third prince came to the door of a female prisoner's cell and asked the jailer: "

What was this sin? ”

"Back to the third prince, this prisoner was previously an embroidery girl from Wu Yage, and he was imprisoned here for stealing the master's things, an ordinary prisoner." The jailer replied respectfully.

When the female prisoner heard the jailer call the man the third prince, she hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and pleaded: "The third prince, the slave and maid are wronged. ”

The third prince didn't look at the embroidered girl on the ground, and said coldly: "The people in the cell, who doesn't claim that they are wronged, if you want to come up with this cell, it's not impossible, you have to do something for this prince." ”

"Please also ask the third prince to make it clear that the slave and maid will definitely do it." The embroidered girl replied.

The third prince pointed to the night withered grass in the death row, handed the embroidered girl Jin Chuangyao, and said, "Go and give medicine to that girl, remember to be light and don't hurt her." ”

"The slave and maid understand that they must be careful." The embroidered girl took the golden medicine, came to the bedside of the night withered grass, put down the golden medicine, helped the night withered grass, and turned her head to look at the third prince.

"No one should come to death row without my order, you should retreat first." The third prince ordered, turning around and turning his back to death row.

The jailer and the jailer were ordered to retreat.

The embroidered girl looked at the third prince again, and saw that he turned around, so she dared to take off her shirt for the night withered grass, and the shocking scars were revealed, but a girl could withstand such torture, what is the relationship between her and the third prince?

The embroidered girl picked up the golden medicine and gently poured it on the wound of the night withered grass, looking at the pain for her, fortunately she fainted, which should reduce some of the intuitive pain.

The third prince was still relieved, he was entangled for a long time, and turned around secretly, just in front of his eyes, he saw the scars left by the long whips on the back of the night withered grass, and his hands clenched into fists.

After the embroidery girl finished the medicine, she put on the top of the night withered grass and prepared to give her thighs the medicine.

The third prince turned around again, the cell was too humid, I was afraid that it would be difficult to heal her injuries, and I had to find a way to get her out.

After the embroidery girl finished the medicine, she gently put the night withered grass back on the hard bed, pulled the quilt to cover it, came to the back of the third prince, knelt on the ground, and said, "The slave has finished dressing the girl." ”

"You're free." The third prince turned around, replied, and left the cell.

The embroidered girl came to the jailer, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said, "My lord, the slave and maid thank you for taking care of you. ”

"Now that the third prince has spoken, you should leave quickly!" The jailer urged, and he was still happy to mention the embroidery girl in his heart, how could a woman stay in this kind of place, and he didn't know if the one on death row would get out alive.

The jailer came to death row, went in and looked at the withered grass, lying motionless on the bed, stretched out his hand to probe her snort, touched her chest, she was still alive, but how could she look lifeless, she wouldn't survive tonight, right?

"Cold." The night withered grass shuddered and spat out a word, her eyes still closed.