Chen Cheng ...... Yao Jin silently recited the names of the two in his heart, and then looked up at the old woman in front of him, wishing to give birth to a fire in his heart, and then spew it out and burn her alive. However, when he was angry to the extreme, he calmed down in his heart: now turning his face with her is nothing more than being forced to drink medicine and will definitely die, if he can delay it, maybe there will be any turning point?

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, put on an expression of "I'm very pitiful, I'm weak" and confessed: "What the eldest aunt said is very true! It's just that the slave maid really can't understand the text, and can only write the local dialect of her hometown. It's better to find a pen and paper now, and let someone write a template first, and I will copy it carefully. ”

Seeing that the eldest aunt's eyes were still full of suspicion, she quickly knelt down, "The slave really can't write!" If the eldest aunt doesn't believe it, please send someone to the palace wall behind the west house in the pear garden to explore, there is a corner of the wall is broken, and a darkest brick in the middle can be moved, and there is a dozen linen cloths in it, which are all daily records of the slave and maid, and the notation of the slave and maid's hometown is used.

Since there is evidence to be verified, it is easy to do. But after a cup of tea, a eunuch hurriedly came in from outside and whispered a few words, and the eldest aunt nodded, but there was no sense of ease on her face, "Where were you born?

Yao Jin thought to himself that you are going to send me to the West Heaven and ask why you are doing so carefully, if you are fake, you will die! But he didn't dare to slack off on his face, and he still said with a deferential attitude: "Returning to the eldest aunt, the slave and maid really don't remember these things." It's just that I broke my head a while ago, and I can't remember anything about the past, and I also went to the pharmacy to ask the doctor, but I still can't recover. Don't dare to fake this matter, everyone in the pear orchard knows about it, please aunt and uncle!" After saying that, he kowtowed respectfully.

The eldest aunt seemed to hesitate for a moment, looked up at the flickering candle shadow, and finally said, "You are also a dying person, so I will believe you once." After finishing speaking, the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and bookcases were also brought in. Yao Jin saw that a "suicide note" with undried ink had been placed in front of her, and she couldn't help but secretly complain, thinking that your efficiency should be so high, and the suicide note was prepared in advance!

Although her heart was rubbing, she glanced at the faces of the people in front of her, as well as the small bottle next to her that was full of faint blue light, so she had to pick up the brush, but the pen seemed to weigh 10,000 catties, her hands trembled and trembled, a few drops of ink went down, and finally began to copy her "suicide note" crookedly.

There was a slight sound of paper rustling, and several people stood in this small closed room, but it seemed that the sound of breathing was very slight, and it was all eeriely quiet.

Am I just going to die like this...... If I die, will I be able to return to the modern age? If I can't, I will be hung up in such a sad and nameless way? Is this my Yao Jin's life?

Writing, thinking, Yao Jin's nose came from a sour and sad heart, and scenes of the past passed in front of her eyes, her father who had long been missing, the remarried mother who secretly sent her living expenses, her ambition was unpaid, and she hadn't seen Yuebai wear a wedding dress again, and she hadn't had time to expose the true face of that cowardly bastard in Chen Cheng-

"Write quickly, if you delay this for a while, it won't change your life. ”

The eldest aunt's cold and disdainful words once again hit Yao Jin's already fragile psychological construction, so with a "snap", the brush rolled down on the "suicide note", and Yao Jin cried with a small case.

The eldest aunt saw that the "suicide note" that had been written for most of the time had been spent, and felt that this trivial matter that should have been solved quickly had taken her so much time and not been completed, so she couldn't help but be angry, so she quickly stepped forward and grabbed Yao Jin's hair, and as soon as she pinched her chin, there was a hurried footstep outside the iron fence with a low-pitched shout: "The people from Zichen Hall are here, eldest aunt, hurry up and go!"

Before Yao Jin could recover from her grief, the eldest aunt and a few eunuchs quickly packed up their things and retreated, and before leaving, they did not forget to reach out and wipe the ink from her face. Yao Jin watched them withdraw from the passage on the other side, and she didn't come back to her senses until they were gone, and when a very young guard was respectfully brought in by the eunuch in the closed room, she was still sitting on the ground, her hair was scattered, and her face was covered with tears.

What the young guard brought was actually just an edict and an order from His Majesty. However, he still cautiously let the two eunuchs retreat to a farther place outside, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked up to Yao Jin and squatted down.

Yao Jin...... I'm sorry. ”

Yao Jin was stunned for a moment, and then recognized that this person was the young man who spoke for her last time, "You are Wei ...... Swallow?"

"It's me. ”

"Why do you want to say I'm sorry? What are you doing here?" Yao Jin looked at him, a little puzzled, and couldn't help frowning.

"I'll pass on a message from Your Majesty," Wei Yan spoke softly, even with a little hesitation, his hand reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take out something, but he didn't take it out for a long time.

Yao Jin stared at his well-defined face, his face was slightly lowered, his thick eyelashes seemed to be trembling slightly, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he looked at her lightly, as if he was comforting, as if he was protecting. If it was in 2017, Yao Jin would definitely laugh at his feminine demeanor, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that the person in front of her had a taste of innocence on his body, and he had a rainbow-like aura behind him, and he was as dirty as her, as decadent as her, and as desperate as her, but he couldn't go to that kind of light - Yao Jin's body was soft, and it seemed that a building had collapsed abruptly, and a piece of dust was raised, blinding her vision.

"Your face is dirty, I'll wipe it for you. Wei Yan finally took out a cyan cotton handkerchief and gently brushed it on her cheek.

"You have to push hard, or you won't be able to wipe it off. Yao Jin grabbed his hand, unconsciously and mechanically, repeatedly pressed back and forth on his cheek, as if to wipe the blood, and finally she asked in a low voice, "What kind of message have you come to preach, why don't you say it?"

Wei Yan's hand froze, he looked up at the somewhat distant candlelight, it was actually daytime, but it was still and always immersed in the night, he couldn't help but think of another woman, another closed room, that closed room full of death, an inexplicable fear made him retract his hand, and took out another thing in his arms again.

The cyan vial still shone with a faint light, and the ghost appeared in front of Yao Jin again with irony, accompanied by Wei Yan's difficult words, "Your Majesty's dictation, Cai Nuqin has confessed to the law, self-judgment and repentance, and her maid does not need to be retried and given death." ”

Yao Jin smiled miserably, "It's really not worth it for an ant-like like me to waste the emperor's poison." ”

Wei Yan wanted to speak and stopped, probably not knowing how to say the following words, and finally tilted his head to the side and said in a low voice, "I'll be here, watching you-"

"I understand," Yao Jin interrupted him calmly, "it's your duty, I understand. ”

After a short period of silence, Yao Jin seemed to understand something, rubbed his numb legs and stood up, Wei Yan only heard some slight sounds, and when he turned his head to look, Yao Jin had already untied the belt of his clothes and was throwing it towards the high beam.

Wei Yan exclaimed, "What are you going to do?"

"Anyway, it's all dead, it's so ugly to be poisoned and bleed, I'd better be a hanged ghost! I also saved this bottle of poison for His Majesty the Emperor, and left it for the next unjust ghost!" Yao Jin said as he continued his movements.

Wei Yan looked at her, watching this girl work so hard, but just to choose a way to die that he felt was slightly better, and he couldn't help but have that closed room full of death in his mind, the woman's painful **, twisted convulsions, dark red blood flowed through the broken Kodan, and then finally fell into a peaceful death - Wei Yan suddenly grabbed Yao Jin, and raised a faint smile, "I'll help you." ”