Xiao Fujin rushed back to the palace in the dark, and the snow was falling heavily in the sky. The wind whistled wildly, and the snow blew the lanterns under the gatehouse so hard that they staggered in a moment. The kraft paper was wet with the snow, and a little flame inside was faintly revealed, swaying like a bean.

Amin's guards were strictly guarding outside Xiao Fujin's dormitory, five steps and one person, standing motionless in the snow and touching the knife. Under the lamp, the shadows of these snowmen climbed along the Linghua Gate, climbed to the top of the glazed tile mountain, and then climbed down the drooping ridged beast, which was long and short for a while, like ghosts.

The colorful dormitory on the top of the Zhumen Golden Palace is now a prison cell - Xiao Fujin is locked inside, and no one can enter except for food and drink.

But there is not only a secret door in the hall, but also a secret passage, which Amin would never have imagined. He Ama actually left such a big secret, of course, this secret only belongs to the true master of the palace. Xiao Fujin came in through the secret door, hurriedly went down to the ground for the maid who was lying on the bed, waited for her to get into the warm quilt except for her outer clothes, tidied up the bed curtain, and stood on the side. Eiko had gone to change her clothes before she arrived—the snow was so heavy that her collar and skirt were soaked. Just as he was about to clean up the hood and cloak that Fu Jin had taken off, he heard the sound of "dong dong" footsteps outside the corridor.

The vermilion flower gate was suddenly pushed open, and the cold wind carried the snow, following a team of people dressed in sackcloth and plain clothes to rush into the hall.

The furnishings in the Fujin house have also been changed, and the original curtains have been changed to white according to the rules. At this moment, the layers of white curtains were blown up by the wind, and they rolled from the door to the head of the bed with teeth and claws, and Xiao Fujin suddenly felt for a moment that this was the real mourning hall, or, it was about to become a mourning hall, and the place where he lay down should be the altar dedicated to the indigo sprinkled gold god card.

The leading plain man walked to the side of the bed in the flying white curtain, stopped, glanced lightly at the puddle of water stains dripping from the hood and cloak under the vermilion lacquer treasure cabinet behind the bed, lowered his eyes and intervened, "Fujin is auspicious, the auspicious time has come, and the slave has come to serve Fujin on the road." ”

Xiao Fujin turned over and sat up, hugged the quilt, and was about to speak with a cold face, when almost at the same time, a sharp cry sounded in the side hall next door.

As soon as the old prince returned to the west, these concubines were driven to the side hall next to her and locked up. They are all low-class concubines, all of them are Gege without titles, and their family backgrounds are not supported, and their lives are out of their own hands. After being locked up, no one told them the reason, and they had a premonition that their fate was not good, and they were all scared away, full of grievances and fears, and they didn't know who to talk to, feeling that their lives were really worse than Coptis chinensis, and they were afraid of Amin's methods, so they didn't dare to cry loudly, for fear of causing trouble to the family and bringing them tired. So, the pumping sound in the cavity was endless, like a person who was about to die of breath was trying his best to grunt, just like a day and night, as miserable as a ghost crying.

Devil May Cry lasted for a day and a night, and Xiao Fujin listened to it for a day and a night.

Her old god was there, and she knew that it was just a trick Amin used to scare her, so she could be calm. It's just that, compared with the old and spicy old prince, Amin is too far behind in both commanding troops and taking care of flag affairs - Lord Belle's temperament and ability are not small, no one dares to mess with them in Khalkha, but he has obediently fought for their prince for decades. The ability to grasp people's hearts, Amin didn't learn a little bit from the old prince, he only knew how to blindly use brute force.

This is probably one of the reasons why the old prince is willing to hold up Ozha, but never regards Amin as his heir.

Thinking that she was a woman's family, Amin would succumb to fear, so he drove away these concubines to frighten her. Such a means made her look down on him with a few eyes.

It's just that the cries of these women are really sad and miserable, and she also knows that they are really wronged.

Among them, some of them have served the old prince, but the old prince lingers on the sickbed, how can he give birth to a child when he is so sick? Although some have been in the house for a year or two, they have not been served because of the old prince's poor health, and they have not even seen each other a few times. In Amin's heart, they are not human beings at all, and their lives are not worth mentioning.

It was about the eunuch who conveyed the order for them to "die from the prince and follow them underground", and the women finally waited for the final arrangement of fate, and only when it was over, did they dare to cry loudly for themselves.

The eunuchs were in a hurry to finish their errands and urged the women to change their clothes. Xiao Fujin looked at the eunuchs who were hurrying outside his palace, they were holding brand-new white cloth filial piety clothes in their hands, and they could smell the stench of death from the new white cloth so far away. The one in the back carried a small table, and hurriedly entered the side hall next door.

Then I heard a noise next door, the sound of pushing and shoving, the sound of falling to the ground, and a eunuch screamed his voice to comfort, "It is your blessing to be able to accompany the old prince underground, and everyone in the family can also get a reward." This is a happy event! Don't wait, you guys, you can go through it horizontally and vertically, don't let us trouble. ”

The voice was harsh, but it reached the main hall word for word.

The leading eunuch has a long face and a narrow mouth, like an unripe loofah. Familiar, Xiao Fujin remembered to see it, it was the little eunuch who Amin served closely. He didn't move and put his sleeves on, listening to the movement next door, his eyes lowered, and he didn't rush her. Xiao Fujin had an epiphany, it turned out that this was a play sung to her, but it was a little cruel. She laughed, sat down and listened to the play with them expressionlessly.

Next door, the eunuchs pressed one by one, and changed into filial piety clothes for the Geges in three or two, a set, one turn, and the white belt around the waist was tied, and one was cooked. Conveniently, I also took off the hairpin earrings and rings for them. Below, these originals are not needed. At first, some people struggled, but then they all gave up and left the eunuchs to fiddle. At this moment, people are about to despair, knowing that they all have to die, and those who struggle or not are in vain.

The shouting continued, slowly, the movement weakened, except for the sharp voice that continued to shout, "Change your clothes, sit down and eat." It's good to hit the road when you're full! ”

There should be no one who will move their chopsticks at this time, after experiencing the chaos and despair of Fang Cai, everyone accepts their fate, and the rest of the moment, take advantage of this gap, think about the people in this world who are still thinking about themselves and themselves, and wish them to live well, don't be like yourself, confused, confused. In the future, every year during the Qingming Festival, if you can remember them and worship them, you will have nothing else to ask for.

"It's time, Gege, let's go!" Within a quarter of an hour of the previous meal, they began to urge them to die.

The mournful cry sounded again, and at this time there was no struggle, no resistance, only submission and sadness after submission. White-clothed women in mourning clothes lined up, holding each other past the Linghua Gate, and no one glanced at the main hall.

Waiting for the group of ghosts to float by, the long-faced eunuch spoke, "Fujin, we should also go." ”