Bai Pei's worries seemed to be unnecessary, and the eldest aunt never explained the incident again. After Jin Liancheng was transferred, he still repeated the shift change, on duty, no adult suddenly came to appreciate, and the emperor never looked at him more, the guards of Zichen Hall were different from the north gate, they were mostly proud, and they rarely talked to them. And Yao Jin's dozens and dozens of pet invitations that he learned from TV series and palace fighting novels didn't seem to work on Qin Cainu and the emperor, sending some lovesick things or coming to the palace gate to meet by chance, all of them ended without a problem, and he didn't even see the emperor's face. Poor Yao Jin really racked her brains for her head to grow firmly on her neck, no matter if she had it or not, anyway, her ideas were endless, and they always sounded creative. Although Qin'er was not very satisfied with the result, she was suffering from the fact that there was no one available around her, so she recognized her as a dog-headed military advisor.

Yao Jin, who is accustomed to sleeping late, will sneak out late at night every day, take out the old brush and broken inkstone that she finally got her hands on from behind a broken brick in the corner, and write her diary of the day crookedly on a stack of linen cloth, trivial and very specific, when writing the diary, Yao Jin has an unprovoked expectation in his heart, enthusiasm and courage for no reason, and always feels that something must happen, maybe it is the news of Yuebai, maybe it is a little clue back to modern times, or something else- She turned the ballpoint pen like a ballpoint pen and turned the brush with an almost bald head, and she didn't care about throwing off the ink of her collar, looking at the many bright stars outside the window, which she couldn't see in modern times, and couldn't help but hum lightly, "The brightest star in the night sky, do you hear clearly, the person who looks up, the loneliness and sigh in the bottom of my heart......"

And the giant wheel of fate has begun to turn a new way, and it is about to make Yao Jin's life experience, again and again, loneliness and sighing.

On that day, when the people of the Inner Servant Province arrived at the pear orchard, the sky was almost not bright, and the whole palace city was shrouded in the cold fog of the early morning, and the white palace wall was full of blue and gray, as if it was about to merge with the color of the sky, and a few big black birds that passed by by chance, "quack-quack" The strange screams accompanied a group of eunuchs dressed in blue and purple clothes, hurried but silent, like ghosts pushed open the gate of the pear garden, the palace people on duty were still in a hazy sleep, and they didn't even see who was coming, they had poured into the front yard and the back yard accurately and quickly, but after a while, they dragged people out like bags. And the few palace maids who witnessed it were all trembling with fright, and they didn't even dare to come out, and they saw the group coming in a hurry, and quickly retreated. At this time, the sky was still foggy, and the palace gate that was half open on the side of the pear orchard made a monotonous and heavy "squeak" sound, as if indicating that this former lively and prosperous palace was about to usher in its real and permanent gloom.

Yao Jin remembered this early morning very clearly until a long, long time later. On that day, how did her shoesless feet be dragged across the cold ground, how she lost consciousness in the cold wind, her long hair was scattered like a ghost, and before she even had time to ask why or shout a word of wrong, she was dragged into the torture chamber of the Ministry of Internal Service and hanged.

The Inner Chamberlain Province is located in the northwest corner of the palace city, there is a rather high half-slope in front, which is semi-cloudy all the year round, and there is no sunlight, and the last torture chamber and closed room are even more gloomy, and there are few windows on the four walls. Yao Jin was hung in a dark, filthy, small torture chamber filled with the smell of blood and rust. There are no interrogations, boards, slaps or coercion and temptation plots that she thought they thought would be, there was no allowing Mama to prick a needle, and there was no finger-pinching torture device in TV dramas that would always make the weak heroine feel worse than death. Only when the sturdy whip was whipped again and again on Yao Jin's thin body, which was only thirteen years old, she suddenly understood that everything that had happened in the past three months was just pediatrics, this was the real crossing, and all this in front of her and the pain that had exceeded the scope of her imagination was the real reality.

The extreme pain made Yao Jin lose the strength to shout, and he could only respond to the loud whip with a very low **, and then ushered in another whip, another whip, and I don't know how many times I smoked, Yao Jin was no longer **, except that the nose was still breathing, there was not much difference from the dead, she seemed to feel that there were a few people walking around in front of her, but there was no word of inquiry and scolding at her. The sound of some chains hitting each other, and even some terrible cries and cries from afar, Yao Jin's ears were a little deaf, and her eyes were full of firelight and dim gray-black, and her vision slowly began to blur, and she saw the red color everywhere on her body, and every peripheral nerve in her body was on the verge of bursting, she opened her mouth, but she really didn't know what to say, and finally fainted.

When she woke up, or when she was woken up by pain, several mice were on her body and didn't know what to find, Yao Jin moved slightly, trying to get rid of those mice, but she pulled the wounds all over her body, and the pain that struck again made her whole body tremble, and at this time on the candlestick on the wall, the crooked candle dripped a drop of hot lamp oil, but it happened to fall on one of Yao Jin's wounds, she screamed "ahhh

No, no, you can't die here like this inexplicably. Yao Jin silently said to himself in his heart, trying to concentrate his already scattered consciousness as much as possible, and slowly breathed a few times. When she opened her eyes again, she began to look into the room: there were no windows, only a very thick candle resting on the wall, the floor was full of broken straw, a heavy rot and moisture permeated the whole ground, there was a wooden barrel in the corner, and when she looked up a little, there was a black wall, and only the side enclosed by the iron fence could faintly see a passage outside, not long, but it seemed to be underground, and there was no light at all.

"Why did you catch me, why did you beat me, why did you ......," Yao Jin muttered, trying to prop himself up with his hands and move to the wall not far from him. There were no injuries on her hands and arms, so she felt that she should have the strength to crawl over, but after one attempt and one failure, Yao Jin couldn't move at all, and could only slap the dirty ground helplessly, her tears suddenly surged out silently, anger, helplessness, fear, panic swarmed, gathered in her heart and cried over and over again: At least let me not lie here like a mess of mud! At least let me die to understand! At least tell me why!

There is a smell called death that is infinitely approaching Yao Jin, tears can't flow, a burning sensation envelops her already blurred eyes, pain, hunger and cold all over her body are intertwined, all the body organs are alarming, she even thinks in confusion, let me die quickly, maybe I can return to modern times when I die.

This miserable and torturous time was so long for Yao Jin at that time, every second was torment, but in fact it was just a day and a night, and few people in the entire palace city even cared that there was such a humble little palace maid in the pear garden who entered the closed room of the Inner Servant Province, and among the people who cared, although there was a person who did not enter the closed room, he lived this day and night longer than Yao Jin.

And this person will soon enter the Inner Service Province and bring the truth to Yao Jin, as well as the real darkness.