How can Concubine Shu also be a harem concubine, the punishment given by the emperor to Concubine Shu at that time was to be temporarily sent to the prison of the Criminal Department, but that was just a procedure, and she was finally secretly sent to this dungeon.

"Take me to the man from last night."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhuang Huifeng smiled slightly, bowed his head and said.

It was the first time the Emperor had seen this bold thief, and what he never expected was that it would be a woman.

The woman tied to the stake had her head stiffened, her long hair was messy and covered her entire face, and the black clothes she wore (shēn) were dull in color, and it was obvious that it was soaked with blood, and it was dark because it had solidified.

"Go, wake people up." After Zhuang Huifeng brought a clean chair to the emperor, he said in a very gentle tone towards the person next to him, but the person who was instructed knew that this method of waking up was not gentle.

The jailer picked up the red-hot soldering iron next to him and put it directly on the woman's waist.

In the quiet cell, everyone clearly heard a muffled snort of great pain.

The emperor looked at the woman with her cloak tied to a stake in amazement, and admired her endurance, even if a man was touched by this red soldering iron, he would inevitably exhale in pain, but this person just gritted his teeth and snorted, if she hadn't been tortured suddenly when she was unconscious, would she not even have a muffled snort in a prepared (qíng) situation

Because the emperor was curious, he made sure that the woman was conscious, and then asked the jailer to punish the woman again.

Sure enough, the emperor did not hear any sounds from the pain, and the silence in the cell was terrible.

But the emperor was excited, and there was crazy thought in his eyes.

His shadow guard, it's just that there are fewer such people.

"Back to the wind, did you ask anything?" The Emperor raised his hand to signal the jailer to stop, and asked Zhuang Huifeng, who was standing behind (shēn).

"Back to the emperor, this person didn't say a word, and the minister is ashamed." Zhuang Huifeng replied calmly.

The emperor didn't doubt Zhuang Huifeng's ability, nor did he think that Zhuang Huifeng would keep his subordinates (qíng), how cruel and cold he was (qíng), the emperor knew it clearly, and it was precisely because of this that the emperor was relieved to hand over the dungeon to Zhuang Huifeng to manage.

"Why did you go to the cold palace?" The emperor himself asked.

The woman on the stake only glanced at the emperor through her messy hair, and remained silent without replying.

"Hui Feng, are you going to be a mute?" The emperor still half-decided in his heart that this woman would stay or not, so his attitude towards it was a little more relaxed, and he did not feel angry about it.

Zhuang Huifeng thought for a while, nodded and replied, "It's not impossible. ”

"That's a bit of a problem." The emperor touched his chin and looked at the woman in thought.

"Except for some concubines and women who have made mistakes, there is nothing unusual in the cold palace." The Emperor got up from his chair and walked to the stake and stood with his hands in his hands, "If you want to live, tell me your purpose, and perhaps I can give you what you want." ”

"If you are dumb, 朕 (yǔn) allows you to write." The Emperor felt that he was already magnanimous, and that he was rarely so lenient with the people in this dungeon.

If you are willing, you will nod, and if you are unwilling, you will ...... Die. "The emperor doesn't have a good attitude towards this kind of person who is unwilling to cooperate, although he wants this person to become a member of the shadow guard, but it is not an indispensable existence, as long as he wants to, he can cultivate a new shadow guard at any time, but it just costs a little (rì) children.

The woman closed her eyes, not wanting to see the emperor.

"Pull her hair up." When the emperor got closer, he vaguely saw Nurao's face, and when he vaguely saw something, he said to the jailer next to (shēn).

Hearing the emperor's words, Zhuang Huifeng's eyes, which had been standing behind the emperor (shēn), flashed.

The jailer lifted all of the woman's hair and pulled it back, forcing her face up and her eyes open at the action.

I saw that on the face of Nu Rao, there were large wisteria patterns, and under the blur of bloodstains, there was a bit of enchantment and evil.

……

On the way out of the palace, Ruan Cixi suddenly had some heart palpitations, and for some reason, she suddenly leaned out of the car window and looked at the palace behind (shēn) with a beating heartbeat.

The vermilion palace wall encloses this place, and the slowly closing heavy gate traps the scene inside the palace behind the door, and as far as the eye can see, only a corner of the palace tower and countless palace (diàn) roofs can be seen.

Ruan Cixi couldn't help but cover the position of her heart, not knowing what else she was worth caring about in the palace she had left.

Why did her heart beat so much, it was an irrepressible panic.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Chi (chūn) lowered the curtain on the window and asked Ruan Cixi, who was leaning against the wall of the carriage with a pale face.

Ruan Cixi shook his head, not intending to explain to Chi (chūn), but said, "It's okay, maybe I'm a little tired." ”

"That sister has a good rest, and I'll call my sister when it's time." Chi (chūn) seems to believe Ruan Cixi's words and cares about authenticity.

"Hmm." Ruan Cixi really wanted to take a break on the road, so he leaned on the pillow handed over by Chi (chūn), his body relaxed slightly, and he closed his eyes half-lying.

Although the carriage in which Ruan Cixi sat was not as large as Feng Qianmi's carriage, it was also very luxurious, and the carriage was spacious enough for Ruan Cixi's (jiāo) body to lie down.

In the carriage where Yin Rongyan and Qianyan were sitting, the atmosphere was a little deadlocked.

Qianyan wanted to rest on Yin Rongyan's lap, but Yin Rongyan refused Qianyan very strongly, and Qianyan insisted that Yin Rongyan give her her leg to sleep.

Then the two men were at a stalemate.

It's not that Yin Rongyan hasn't slept with his legs on Qianyan's pillow, but that experience is really torture, and Yin Rongyan doesn't want to experience it a second time at all.

The leg that Qianyan slept on was so numb that he couldn't stand up at all, and then he was picked up by Qianyan in the form of a princess hug, and his wisdom was ruined here.

The psychological (yīn) shadow of Yin Rong is really large.

"You bully me, you're going to spoil me for the rest of your life." The corners of Qianyan's mouth fell, and a pair of eyes were filled with tears in an instant, feeling that he could cry to you in the next second.

Yin Rongyan, who has never talked such nonsense: "......"

"Do you still have the heart to sleep? Shouldn't you think about how to solve the problem of Nguyen Ci Xi (qíng)? Could it be that you are actually so good to Ruan Cixi, all fake? Do you want to erase the qíng points that you get along with Ruan Cixi? ”

Yin Rongyan immediately began to change the topic, and successfully drew Qianyan's attention to Ruan Cixi's matter (qíng), and a series of rhetorical questions confused Qianyan.

After Qian Yan blinked his glasses, tears flowed down his eyes instantly.

Yin Rongyan didn't expect that in the end, this person still cried.

Master, please let Qianyan come back quickly...... It's crazy!