After the closet door was closed, Pan Ji, who had been indulging in her imaginary world, slowly turned her head, looking at the wardrobe that contained Zheng Zhuanggong, her eyes were no longer dull and confused, but slowly focused, and all the cold and vicious were written on her face that had become hideous.

She gently placed it on the pillow, and felt out from under the bed the chains that had locked her up and prevented her from going crazy and biting, and put a loop around the wardrobe.

Zheng Zhuanggong heard the noise outside, and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to climb out to take a look, and curled up in the corner of the closet, only the darkness could give him a short peace of mind.

Soon Zheng Zhuanggong smelled a pungent smell, there seemed to be water poured on the top of the wardrobe outside, Zheng Zhuanggong gently pushed the wooden door of the wardrobe, did not push it open, he added a little strength, still did not push it open.

Zheng Zhuanggong was in a hurry, he pushed hard, the chain was pushed a little loose, and the wooden door opened a gap. Zheng Zhuanggong saw Pan Ji's twisted and perverted smiling face through the gap, and his body felt like it had been soaked in ice water, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Zheng Zhuanggong was no longer as arrogant as in the past, a little afraid, and a little angry, and roared in a low voice: "You crazy woman, what do you want to do, let me out." ”

Pan Ji looked at Zheng Zhuanggong who was hiding inside, and shouted in a sharp voice: "I want you to die, I want you to die, go and accompany my child." ”

Zheng Zhuanggong patted the wooden door of the wardrobe and said nervously: "You madman, be quiet, be careful that I will kill you now." ”

Pan's skinny skeleton body was long gone, and her clothes were stained and smelled foul. She pressed her face against the crack in the wooden door, her eyes were as white as the eyes of a long-dead fish, and she said gloomily: "I have died a long time ago, and now I am a ghost, to ask for your life." ”

Zheng Zhuanggong was frightened by Pan Ji's sudden courage and retreated.

Panji tilted her head, took a sip of the liquid in her hand, and sprayed it into the closet.

Zheng Zhuanggong took his sleeve to block it, and finally knew what Pan Ji was holding in his hand: fire oil.

This mad woman wanted to set herself on fire.

Pan Ji laughed maniacally, she had waited so long for this day that she thought she would never have a chance. But when Heaven was about to despair, he sent the enemy to her, and what could be more painful than burning the enemy to death?

For this pitiful fire oil, Pan Ji let her attendants ravage and destroy her like a dog, God is really long-eyed, the way of heaven is reincarnated, karma.

Zheng Zhuanggong panicked, he slammed the door hard, trying to break out of the wood.

Pan Ji certainly didn't miss this opportunity for revenge, she took the oil in her mouth and squirted it into the closet with all her might, and she drank a lot of it herself in a hurry, and the feeling of nausea went straight up in her stomach, but none of that mattered. Her empty stomach hadn't been filled with food for a long time, and Pan Ji didn't know what had sustained her until now, perhaps just for this moment.

Zheng Zhuanggong angrily slammed the door, Pan Ji kept pouring oil, and the two people who used to share the same bed became undying enemies.

The last drop of oil was also used up, Pan Ji took the fire candle from the house, lit it with a fire twist, and threw it in the moment when Zheng Zhuanggong opened the gap in the wooden door.

"Ahh Raging flames erupted from the wardrobe in an instant, and Zheng Zhuanggong let out an inhuman scream. He slammed the door desperately, and out of the instinct to survive, he used several times more strength than usual. Under his smashing, the wardrobe gradually cracked.

A hint of absoluteness flashed in Pan Ji's eyes, and she did not hesitate to pounce on the already burning wardrobe, grabbing the chains with both hands and locking the wardrobe. Skinny as a bone, she didn't know where the power burst out, and she opened her arms like a god of death and embraced death.

The wailing in the closet finally subsided, and thick black smoke drifted out of the room, and the search soldiers who saw the strange search rushed over in search of the black smoke.

When Wu Ye arrived at this small courtyard, there were only two charred corpses in front of him. The soldiers removed them from the burned-out house and placed them in the courtyard, along with the wardrobes.

The gold, silver, jewelry, and ornaments on Zheng Zhuanggong's body are very eye-catching and can be identified at a glance, so whose other body is it?

The chief chamberlain who was identified by Minister Zheng Guo was also brought to the scene, and as soon as he saw Wu Ye, he immediately knelt on the ground and shouted for mercy.

Wu Ye pointed to the two corpses and asked, "Go and see, who is it?" ”

The chief attendant cautiously walked to the side of the corpse, and after careful observation, he reported to Wu Ye: "The male corpse should be Zheng Zhuang Gong, and the villain is very familiar with Zheng Zhuang Gong's body shape and clothing, so he will not admit his mistake." The female corpse should be the crazy Pan Ji, and this small courtyard was originally the place where she was imprisoned. It seems that she locked Zheng Zhuanggong in the cabinet, and the fire was destroyed. ”

Wu Ye said coldly: "Crazy Pan Ji, seeing that she is well-organized and has a clear goal, how can she be a madman." ”

The chief chamberlain hurriedly bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and said: "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, Pan Ji is just pretending to be crazy, in fact, she has been looking for an opportunity to take revenge on Zheng Zhuanggong." ”

Wu Ye said: "A woman who pretends to be crazy and is imprisoned will always get the fire oil in the army, it seems that there is a very tortuous story." ”

The chief chamberlain was sweating like rain, he had only been to this courtyard a few times when Pan Ji had just been imprisoned, and then Pan Ji became thinner and thinner, her seductive breasts and buttocks disappeared like deflated balls, and her skin was furrowed like cracked bark, and taking off her clothes was a shocking skin and bones, and she would have nightmares at night when she touched it.

Pan Ji wandered the courtyard like a skeleton every day, and one night the chief chamberlain, who came in high spirits, was so frightened that she almost fell into regret for the rest of her life, and never came to this courtyard again.

He didn't know how to answer Wu Ye's words, he just knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.

Wu Ye looked at Pan Ji's corpse, sighed, and said, "What a poor woman." Find a good place and bury her. ”

The chief chamberlain nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, well, you must choose a good position in the Zheng family's royal tomb." ”

Wu Ye snorted and said, "Don't you think she was killed by the Zheng family badly enough?" ”

The chief waiter hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, choose a feng shui treasure again." ”

"What about Zheng Zhuanggong's body?" The chief chamberlain asked cautiously.

Wu Ye turned around and waved his hand and said, "This big cabinet looks like an eyesore, find a place to burn it." Take me around the palace. ”

The chief chamberlain hurriedly got up and followed behind Wu Ye.

Passing through the main hall, there is the study room behind, which should have been the place where Zheng Zhuang Gong approved the official documents, but the public documents did not see a few copies, but a huge and gorgeous gauze bed was placed, Zheng Zhuang Gong's understanding of the study was really different, and the taste was unique.