In the second half of the night, the Forbidden City became even more 'lively', and this 'lively' was sad and cruel.

"Master Jiang, why are you here?" The eunuch guarding the palace was a little surprised when he saw Jiang Banxia, this is the inner palace, how did the foreign minister come in?

Jiang Banxia was silent, and slowly turned sideways to let the little prince behind him.

"I asked her to follow up." The little prince raised his head and stepped forward and asked, "You guys are so noisy here, so noisy that you can't sleep in this palace?" ”

He wondered in his heart, what are these women crying about, his father is dead, he should be the one who wants to cry, what are they crying about?

"The ladies were having dinner, and when they were eating, they probably thought of the emperor, and they were sad, so they cried bitterly." The eunuch guarding the palace was very eye-catching: "It really shouldn't disturb His Highness, the slaves and maids will let them shut up." ”

"No need." The little prince tightened his brows, cry if you want to, crying is not a shameful thing.

He lifted his foot to go into the temple, but was stopped.

"Your Highness, it's time for you to go back." Jiang Banxia stretched out his hand to stop the little prince: "Tomorrow, the first emperor will be buried, and you will still preside over the overall situation." ”

The little prince was a little irritable, and the most annoying thing was the chatter and persuasion of these people.

"What does tomorrow have to do with Hongu! Anyway, I don't hear the words of Hongu! ”

"Your Highness." Jiang Banxia screamed again expressionlessly, but the little prince didn't give her a chance to speak again, and seized the opportunity to get in from one side.

The white flags rolled in the sky, and the cold night wind blew into the entire hall, and the little prince suddenly stopped, because his father's favorite Jiang Guifei knelt at his feet and hugged his legs tightly: "Pity your third brother, he is still young, he can't live without his mother!" ”

However, before Jiang Guifei could hold the little prince's legs tightly, two inner eunuchs floated out silently behind her, and dragged her back to the inner hall and into the white flags.

The little prince was stunned in place, and turned his head to ask Jiang Banxia: "The third brother's mother is not... Did you die early? ”

"The noble concubine is the adoptive mother of His Royal Highness the Third Prince." Jiang Banxia replied.

Before Emperor Qingwen's death, there were only four or five concubines who were hand-picked to be martyred, all of whom were noble daughters with prominent families, and the rest were all unlucky and were added as an addition.

Tonight was the last severed meal for these palace concubines, and everyone was weeping, and the cry shook the sky.

"What did you eat?" Jiang Banxia turned his back to look at the food box in the eunuch's hand, the white miserable rice mixed with the pork that had long been cool, greasy and very disgusting.

"Master Jiang, the weather is cold like this, don't look a little cold... Actually, it tastes pretty good. The eunuch tried his best to quibble.

"Oh, the food of the dying person dares to be deducted, and he is not small." Jiang Banxia snorted coldly: "Who made this rice?" ”

"It's not wow, Jiang Ye is wronged, how dare we deduct it, the food here is made in the imperial dining room, so many masters... I don't know who the little one is. Full of flamboyant tongue, relying on the first emperor's new funeral palace to avoid it, so he shirked and said: "You want to find the small one, it delays the time to eat here, and the small one is difficult to do." ”

Jiang Banxia smiled: "This is easy to do, the first emperor has not been buried, and a few more people who are waiting for him can go down and iron it comfortably, according to this official, you are good." ”

The eunuch was so frightened that this Jiang Ye never spoke falsely, so he hurriedly pleaded guilty: "The slave is cheap!" ”

He fanned his mouth, and he fanned himself without leaving a backhand, and blood beads and nosebleeds scurried.

"Alright." Jiang Banxia dragged out a long voice: "Ask people to re-cook, just say - it's His Highness's meaning, do you understand?" ”

"Got it, got it." The eunuch nodded like pounded garlic.

No matter how flamboyant and dazzling the palace concubines are on weekdays, they are the same dim when they come to life and death, they hate, hate Emperor Qingwen, the man who took away their youth and their lives.

The little prince looked at the palace concubines in the hall, some of them hugged him when they were children, some greeted him, and some disdained him, and at this time their eyes were the same, desperate and angry.

"Your Highness, it's time to go." Jiang Banxia urged again.

"Can I save them?" The little prince bit his lip and asked seriously: "This palace is the future emperor, what the emperor says, everyone must listen to it, right?" ”

Jiang Banxia stopped in place and sighed slightly, and said euphemistically: "Your Highness can ask them." ”

According to the practice of the palace, the families of those who were martyred by the palace concubines would receive the official positions of hereditary brocade guards and hundreds of households, which was almost only available to the first-class officials of the court and the heroes who had made great military exploits.

They don't want to die? What about their families? Of course, their family hopes that they will use their lives to earn a future for the family, after all, the palace concubines can't leave the palace, and they are useless when the emperor dies.

[I am committed to the fire, with the dragon driving the above guests, it is advisable to recommend the emblem and use the Zhangjie line.] ]

"Your Highness, I am only seventeen years old this year, and I have a younger brother at home." The girl wiped her tears and sobbed: "In the future, I can no longer be filial to my parents." ”

They cried like tears one by one, but no one thought of running away, and some were even willing to die.

The little prince was cautious and soft, and he promised these palace concubines to help them fulfill their last wishes, some handed a purse around their waist in the hope of giving it to her mother, and some asked to help her burn more paper money after death.

They hugged each other tightly, as if this kind of death was 'supremely glorious'.

"Snort." Concubine Cao Hui crossed her arms and stared coldly at the group of palace concubines, she no longer tried to escape, her dead eyes completely lost their luster.

"You're coming to see my jokes?" Cao Huifei sneered: "See it now? ”

Jiang Banxia shook her head, she was not qualified to watch jokes.

"My father told me that only when the crown prince ascends to the throne can he keep the Cao family." Cao Huifei's tone was stunned, and she laughed at herself: "It's the 'Cao family', not me." ”

She burst out laughing until tears fell: "I'm just a joke!" ”

Since she entered the palace, she has been fighting with Jiang Guifei openly and secretly, not letting each other go, always thinking that she can fight for a bright future, who wants to... Everyone is the same until death.

Pathetic, ridiculous and pathetic.

"I envy you." Cao Huifei said to Jiang Banxia: "If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a man, whether it is a horse leather shroud or doing nothing, it is better than being a woman." ”

The world doesn't treat them as human beings.

Jiang Banxia was silent, her hand clenched the hilt of the knife, and her always hard heart was opened, perhaps it was a sad cry of fate.

"I've heard that people who hang themselves don't die right away." Cao Huifei wiped away her tears: "If I struggle too hard for a while, you can give me a knife and let me go faster, just... It's based on the previous friendship. ”

She and Jiang Banxia had an oolong in Meilin before, some of them were not friendships, they should be enemies, Cao Huifei smiled bitterly.

"It's painful to hang yourself."

"What?"