Why is this happening? At night, Zi Yiyi sat in front of the mirror, combing her hair with green silk, and she felt faintly uneasy.

Yesterday, she sent a letter to Concubine Yu, saying that Mrs. Feng was in Yuewan Village, and today it happened that Concubine Yu sent people to Yuewan Village to rob people and clashed with the people.

She is the emperor's eyeliner, and now it is taken over by Concubine Yu, who is her boss, and she has passed on false news to this new boss, and I don't know what the result will be.

Thinking of this, she sighed faintly, and sadness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Madam," a maid came over and said respectfully, "Concubine Yu said that you have worked hard, and I have specially sent you a gift." ”

Zi Yiyi's heart jumped, and she quickly raised her eyes: "What, what gift?" ”

Yahuan put the beautiful box on the table and opened it gently: "You will know it when you see it." ”

Zi Yiyi looked into the box, and the blood on her face was slightly lost: it turned out to be a sharp and shiny silver knife! What does that mean?

Yahuan picked up the knife and said in a low voice: "Concubine Yu said that this time it will only be good if you have one finger." ”

Zi Yiyi thought she had misheard, and gasped: "What did you say?" ”

Before the words fell, she felt a sudden sharp pain in her left hand, and when she lowered her head, the little finger of her left hand had been cut off, the break was smooth, and the blood was dripping.

The fingers that were so beautifully maintained were cut off in an instant, the so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, she should have screamed loudly in pain, but it happened too suddenly, she was too shocked to believe it, she actually forgot to scream, just stared blankly at the bleeding severed finger.

After Yahuan used the beautiful silver knife to cut off Madame Zi's fingers with lightning speed, she took out a handkerchief without changing her face, carefully wiped the blood stains on the knife, put the knife into the box, and then took out another clean handkerchief, put the cut fingers on the handkerchief, and respectfully placed it in front of Madame Zi.

"Madam, Concubine Yu said that next time you make a mistake, you will cut off two of your fingers or one ear." After Yahuan said politely, she actually took out a bottle of medicine, "The slave will help you deal with the wound now." ”

It was only then that Mrs. Purple remembered to scream, but the only sounds she ended up making were gasps and moans.

Her screaming was useless, it didn't alleviate the pain or make up for the loss, it was just a joke.

She stared blankly at the severed finger, thinking: If she loses two more fingers or one ear, will she still be able to see? Is there any rich man willing to want her?

The thought of that scene uncontrollably tread rose in her heart.

In the Floating Cloud Pavilion, after Feng Jinghua received the news from the spies, he smiled lightly and said nothing, just drinking tea slowly.

Only let Zi Yiyi lose a little finger? Such a punishment is not heavy, but this is just the beginning, isn't it?

After her mother was deceived into going to Shande Temple, she investigated a little and knew that it was Zi Yiyi who betrayed the information in the house, so she deliberately set up a bureau this time and asked Zi Yiyi to send false information to Feng Hanyu, so that while teasing Feng Hanyu, Zi Yiyi was also taught a lesson.

It's just that she didn't expect Feng Hanyu to make such a big trouble in Yuewan Village, according to her analysis, Feng Hanyu is not stupid enough to be that kind of Cheng dù, someone should be secretly trapping Feng Hanyu, messing things up and making a big fuss, so that Feng Hanyu will be burned.

Who would want to do that kind of thing? At least it's also a person at the level of the concubine, and Ji Lian is the biggest suspect.

Feng Hanyu is still too tender, although she has scheming and means, and she is ruthless enough, but after all, for so many years, she has only stayed at home, enjoying a comfortable and comfortable life, she has never been on the battlefield with real knives and guns, nor has she laid a solid foundation.

This incident must have taught Feng Hanyu a terrible lesson.

Want to be a queen? It's not that easy.

She was sipping tea when she saw Yin Yun hurriedly come in and said in a low voice, "Miss, Young Master Gu has escaped from prison." ”

Feng Jinghua's face changed, and he put down the teacup: "When did it happen?" ”

Yin Yun said: "I only found out tonight, and I don't know when he escaped." ”

Feng Jinghua said: "How did you escape?" ”

Yin Yun said: "I haven't found out yet. ”

Feng Jinghua stretched out his hand and pressed his temples, grinding his teeth secretly: "I know, you continue to find his whereabouts." ”

Qiu Guhan fled again, and she didn't know what method to use, and she was angry again.

After taking Qiu Guhan to leave Guiling Mountain, she thought about it and decided to throw Qiu Guhan into the dungeon of the forbidden army, so that he could temporarily think about it there, and at the same time avoid showing his face, so as not to attract the attention of the court and the royal family.

The Forbidden Army had its own dungeons, one for prisoners and special prisoners, and one for erring soldiers.

The total number of forbidden troops is as high as 100,000, and military discipline is strict, and there are always some soldiers who will make mistakes, violate discipline, or even break the law, but it is not appropriate to hand them over to the yamen for processing, so the forbidden army will try and punish them themselves.

These dungeons do not deliberately torture and hurt the imprisoned soldiers, the purpose is only to imprison them, so that they can quietly reflect and reform, so although the conditions of the dungeon are not good, they are not too bad.

The forbidden army dungeon is really the best hiding place for Qiu Guhan now, however, Feng Jinghua never expected that she would throw him into the depths of the third-level dungeon, which is also the most heavily guarded dungeon, and he actually escaped.

What the hell is he trying to do? Is it just that I can't stand the pain of being imprisoned, or is there some other purpose?

He shouldn't be thinking about some trick to put her with the hunting king, right?

She stood up, played with the dagger in her hand, walked out of the room, and walked back and forth in the courtyard.

Today is the Lantern Festival, Yin Jiu Kill celebrates the festival with the soldiers, and if she doesn't come back, she is the only one in the Fuyun Pavilion.

She walked under the plum tree, stopped, looked up, a full moon reflected the sky, a few thin clouds from the edge of the full moon, beautiful and elegant, is a painting is a poem.

She remembered the picture of the family reunion when she was young, and remembered the scene of Yin Jiu Killing Ruruo here, admiring the moon with her, and sighed softly.

The moonlight flowed, the ground was full of silver frost, the shadows of people and trees fell to the ground, hazy, cold, mysterious, and there was a beauty of watching the shadow under the moon, so that she could not take her eyes off the shadow for a while.

Then, she saw a faint shadow in the corner.

"Who's there?" She tossed her dagger, stared at the corner, and asked.

A delicate and elegant figure came out of the corner: "I've come to see you." ”

Feng Jinghua stared at the dreamlike young man in the moonlight: "You finally escaped from the dungeon, but you are in a hurry to find me to die?" ”

It's autumn bone cold. She was a little surprised that he would be here, but not so surprised.

Qiu Guhan stopped in front of her, and his smile was as hazy as moonlight: "One, it's not very difficult for me to escape from such a dungeon. Second, I'm not here to die, I'm here to prove to you that I'm not going to let anyone or anywhere trap me anymore. ”

The four-year captivity made him hate the feeling of being imprisoned, but if he didn't want to be imprisoned again, he had to become stronger, so strong that no one could control him, and there was nowhere to be restrained.

-- This is what he has been striving for and pursuing for the eighteen months since he was freed.