He clicked on the indictment paper in the hand of the inner attendant: "Those two palaces are fighting, and they want to use this matter to make a fuss, you and I are the first to die." ”

The chamberlain stared at the charge in his hand and thought about it for a long time.

"Then what do you say?" He looked at the clerk.

The civil servant choked.

What's the matter? What can he do...... The emperor and concubines have all spoken......

"You can't help it for a long time." The chamberlain rolled his eyes: "What else can I do?" Could it be that it is against the will of the superiors and go to the trial once? ”

The inner attendant said, and looked at the little talented man again: "If you really try it, you can judge a fart." ”

He picked up the indictment paper in his hand, walked to the Wen Cai man with his hands covered in blood, and muttered in his mouth: "Where is it so easy to cause an incident." It's just a fire-venting thing, and it doesn't really involve two palaces. Take it out and make a fuss, what to do? What is there to do. ”

The clerk listened beside him, thought about it seriously, and nodded. That's the same thing.

The inner attendant walked in front of the little talent: "You don't need cinnabar for this." As he spoke, he pulled up the bloodied hand.

"Why don't you have any breath at all?" The civil servant followed beside him and pushed the body of the little talent. The little genius fell to the side with his movements.

It seems to be really dead. The clerk stretched out his hand and sighed.

He was drugged until he had only one breath left, and he was tortured again. It's normal to be dead.

"If you're dead, you're dead. Go and get a mat for you. The chamberlain tugged at the hand, ready to press it down on the end of the indictment paper.

I pulled it, but I didn't pull it out.

"It's so hard." The voice of the chamberlain echoed through the silence of the torture chamber. He pulled it up with more force.

"I'll sign it."

The voice was accompanied by a pale face raised, and a pair of bloodshot eyes like ghost eyes.

"My mother!" The sudden raising of his head startled the inner chamberlain. The clerk next to him also took half a step back.

Looking at it again, it turned out that he was not dead. The inner attendant patted his chest and slapped Wen Qingwu's head sideways: "What the hell are you pretending!" ”

"I said, I'll sign it."

The pale face turned back, and the bloodshot red eyes stared at the inner officer. The voice was weak: "The guilt is signed." It's what I said, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

The chamberlain was a little stunned by the red eyes without the slightest emotion, but he listened to this.

What if there is no evidence for a signed crime. That's what the prisoner said anyway.

He turned his head and glanced at the clerk.

"I'll go get the pen!" The clerk turned around and walked to the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in a little ink, and walked back quickly.

"Wen Cairen, please." He handed the pen to Wen Qingwu.

The chamberlain spread out the indictment paper in front of Wen Qingwu and waited for her to sign and draw it.

Wen Qingwu stretched out his trembling right hand to pick up the brush dipped in ink, but he didn't move. Instead, he looked at the charges on the indictment paper.

The chamberlain frowned: "Wen Cairen, do you sign it or not?" ”

Wen Qingwu shook his head, and then looked up at the waiter: "I can't sign." ”

The inner attendant was annoyed, and pulled the guilty paper in Wen Qingwu's hand: "Then draw it directly." He leaned down and held the indictment paper in one hand, and pulled Wen Qingwu's blood-soaked hand in the other.

Amusement him too, this is!

This time it was very good, and the chamberlain pulled the weak and trembling hand almost without any force.

"If my father-in-law doesn't want to live, just press it."

A fluttering voice came, stopping the inner officer's movements.

He looked at Wen Qingwu strangely.

The clerk leaned forward at night. The general's worries hovered in his mind again.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked.

"This is the first pleading. Someone will go to the mass grave tonight and ask me to draw a second copy of the pleadings. Wen Qingwu said, pale and powerless.

"That will be the second pleadings of your interrogation." Wen Qingwu said, gasped for a few breaths, and then said slowly: "But when the paper is presented in front of people, the two of you should be dead." ”

A dead word made the internal attendants and the civil servants feel cold in their hearts.

"What do you mean by that?" The inner attendant clenched the paper in his hand and stared at Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu saw the looks of the two, so she was not in a hurry. She propped herself up and sat up slowly. The voice was still weak: "The sinners named by the emperor himself can draw a pleadings according to the wishes of the noble concubine." The concubine will be stupid, don't you? ”

The inner attendant didn't understand, and turned his head to look at the clerk in confusion.

The civil servant took a step forward, looking at Wen Qingwu with a vigilant expression: "What do you mean......" He pointed in the direction of the Ayaqi Palace: "Will you take advantage of this time to draw a second slander over there?" He pointed to the Xuanwei Hall where Concubine Mei lived again.

"And this adverb is still drawn by your hands." Wen Qingwu took a breath and said.

"How is that possible?!" The chamberlain understood at this moment, but how could this be possible!

Wen Qingwu raised his head and looked at the inner attendant: "Usually, the Yuan Gong Guild asks you, will you give the body of the prisoner to your own family, or will you throw it in a mass grave?" ”

Naturally, I never asked.

The civil servant's face became solemn at this moment. According to common sense, a high-ranking palace concubine is not a slave after all, if it is not for the rebellion of the Nine Clans, no matter what happens, the most unfortunate corpse will be handed back to the family for burial.

"Gonggong Yuan just said, let's throw people into the mass grave ......" The chamberlain next to him whispered to the civil servant.

"You mean that they will go to the mass grave at night to find you and draw a second pleading?" The civil servant stared at Wen Qingwu and said.

"Leave me here, and tonight they will come here and look for me." Wen Qingwu spoke slowly. She had no strength in her body. At this moment, just a few words, I am too tired.

The civil servant turned his head and glanced at the attendant with a serious face.

If this is the case, then they will definitely be involved in the dispute between the two houses. And then become a victim. Once another pleadings are drawn, they, as the main prisoners, will not be able to escape.

wronged an insignificant little talent to vent the anger of the concubine, and fought with the two palaces involving Concubine Mei. It's a world of difference.

At least for their little minions, it's a world of difference.

The chamberlain strode to the door of the torture chamber and looked down the long, dimly lit hallway.

"Father-in-law, what are your orders?" The little eunuch standing guard outside spoke.

The inner attendant coughed: "You go next door and see if the little maid is finished." Come back and forth to me after the trial. ”

"Yes." The little eunuch answered, turned around and walked to the torture room next to him.

The chamberlain looked at the long corridor again. Then he walked back, looked at Wen Qingwu, and said in a low voice: "Why do you make us believe you?" ”

"Didn't my father-in-law already believe it?" Wen Qingwu said.

"It's not a letter, it's just that I think it's strange!" The inner attendant looked at Wen Qingwu: "You'd better tell me, why did you say that?" Could it be that you know something? ”

It is possible that the harem concubines know something they don't know. The chamberlain pricked up his ears at Wen Qingwu.