At the beginning of the first month of the 19th year of Yuanhe, there was a heavy snowfall in Jinling City.

For three days in a row, heavy snow began to fall throughout the night, and the whole city was covered in snow. At a glance, the streets and alleys seem to be sleeping with snow, long ice ridges falling under the eaves, and in front of some long-lost houses, the snow is so thick that it can not enter half of people's calves.

After the warm winter, the city is full of frost.

Some time ago, the early green sprouts and the first blooming spring were all covered in this heavy white quilt, and only the occasional star of tender green could remind people of the warmth of a few days ago.

This is a cold year when there are no red candles and no firecrackers. Under the snow of Jinling City, it is also a piece of vegetarian.

The change of Bingshen, the blood on the palace wall, the death of the emperor, the rebellion of the prince, the rebellion of the loyal king, and the death of the three princes. These successive news filled the entire capital with an aura of slaughter. Usually at dusk, Suzaku Street is always very lively. Today, Suzaku Street in the twilight is deserted, and white lanterns are hung in front of every house. Before the sky was dark, the white lamps and candles lit up, and under the white wax lamps, there were large snowflakes that fell silently.

Two carriages with dozens of fast horses quietly drove out of the city at dusk.

The snow on the official road was thicker than in the city, but fortunately, the weather was not too cold, and the road surface was not frozen. However, the occasional slippery sound of the horse's hooves still came from time to time, adding a bit of coldness to the team.

After about two or three hours, the team stopped in a grange near Qixia Mountain, and Fu Geng lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage and waited by the car for a while. Lu Ji stepped out of the other car.

He was wearing a moon-white riding/shooting/uniform, with a wide leather belt at his waist, and an inch-wide light cyan brocade trim on the arrow sleeves and placket, and a white Qingzhou cotton coat. As soon as he got out of the car, he picked up a toddler of about four or five years old from the car.

That was Lu Shao, Lu Ji's second son.

Fu Geng glanced over and saw that Lu Shao was also wearing plain clothes, wrapped in a thick green silk cloak, and his white and fat face facial features were quite beautiful.

He only glanced at it and looked away.

Lu Ji stepped forward and entered the grange side by side with Fu Geng, and the group walked through the snow. After a while, I came to a humble house.

Along. The two men never spoke, but walked in silence. When he walked through the empty backyard of this family and came to the door of the kiln, Fu Geng said, "I'm waiting for you here." ”

Lu Ji nodded. Leaned over and picked up Lu Shao. Walked down the stone steps from the mouth of the kiln.

Lu Ying sat in the cellar with her knees crossed. His face was withered, his hands and feet were covered with heavy chains, and his stone blue coarse cotton jacket was wide and fat. Concealed her bewitching figure. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a bit of beauty in her eyebrows and eyes, she would look no different from an ordinary woman.

The sound of footsteps on the stone steps made Lu Ying's body move.

She has been locked up in this place for an unknown number of days. This is not the edict of Dali Temple, she can conclude. At least the edict of Dali Temple is not so cold, nor is it so quiet.

Except that someone opened the door of the kiln once a day and brought her food, there was no other sound here. Day after day, she stared at the low roofs and empty walls, and even the sound of coughing echoed.

She's told everything she knows.

Originally, she thought that because of her identity, those people would not torture her, but she forgot how serious the matter was involved.

Tibetan Sword Villa, this is a taboo for the monarch. She didn't expect Fu Jun to even count the abduction case nine years ago on her head. As soon as the torture instrument stained with dark blood was laid out, Lu Ying immediately fainted.

When the cold water woke her up, she said it all from beginning to end. But she also knows that Liu Jing's affairs cannot be said, and there will be no reason to survive if she says it. So she blamed all the poison on a dead mother-in-law.

Then, she was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I came here.

It's so quiet.

There was no sound except for the sound of oneself. If she held her breath and didn't move, there would be a dead silence, like a burial chamber.

This absolute silence often makes Lu Ying feel terrified.

Sometimes she would talk to herself, breaking the unsettling silence. More often than not, she imagines that she is not here, but in a banquet in a mansion, tasting delicious food, wearing beautiful clothes, talking and laughing with a group of equally gorgeous women, listening to their flattery, and enjoying the supreme respect.

Only in this way can she not be driven crazy by this quietness, and can she feel that she is still alive in this world, and not that she has become a walking corpse.

Maybe it was too quiet, and when footsteps sounded on the stone steps, Lu Ying thought she was dreaming. But soon she realized that the footsteps were real. Because, with the sound of footsteps, a figure was descending the stairs and gradually appeared in front of her eyes.

Lu Ying raised her head, her thin body trembled slightly, her eyes widened, and she looked at the person who came with a hint of anticipation mixed with horror.

First the dark felt boots, then the moon white robe, when the face of the person who came was finally reflected in the candlelight, Lu Ying was stunned at first, and then her eyes lit up.

It's a land machine! It's her husband! and Shao'er, who was heartbroken with her thoughts, also came.

She had been looking forward to countless days and nights of people, and finally came to see her!

At that moment, Lu Ying's heart welled up with ecstasy. She stood up suddenly, and the chains on her body "rattled" with her movements.

"Sir!" Lu Ying called, staggering towards Lu Ji, and said in a poignant voice: "Master, is it really you?" Shao'er, Shao'er, it's your mother's kiss here, do you still know your mother's kiss? As she spoke, tears already falling down her cheeks.

Lu Shao was so frightened by this woman like a crazy woman that he trembled, wrapped his hands tightly around Lu Ji's neck, buried his head in his arms, and didn't dare to look at Lu Ying at all.

Lu Ji stood on the stone steps, looking condescendingly at his former lady in the main room.

Lu Ying's face has lost a lot of weight, her eyes are particularly large, and tears are falling down, which is extraordinarily bleak.

"Master, are you here to save your concubine? The grievances of the concubine have been cleared, haven't they? The iron chain blocked Lu Ying's castration, and she could only stand five or six steps away from the stone steps, crying so much that her liver and intestines were broken. That weak appearance is like a delicate flower blooming on the side of the road, which makes people feel pity for no reason.

It's a pity that Lu Ji's eyes are cold.

"Lu, please be careful." His voice was equally cold, "Ten days ago, I sent the letter of resignation to your mansion, and from now on, I will never have anything to do with you." ”

Lu Ying suddenly stopped crying.

She raised her head and looked at Lu Ji in a daze, and there was no trace of blood on her pale face.

She heard her right, right? She was abandoned? She became an outcast?

How is this possible?

She is the sister of the dignified princess, the daughter of the Marquis of Fuyuan, and she is one of the top nobles in the Han Dynasty, how could she be abandoned? (To be continued.) )