The inner attendant looked at Wen Qingwu who was silent and disgusted. Turned around and walked to Gonggong Yuan, who was sitting on the side, and nodded: "Father-in-law, look, how is this good?" ”

You can see that your mouth is so hard, what do you want me to do? There is no evidence, there are no witnesses, there are no witnesses, and it is difficult to deal with it.

"Since she doesn't want to recruit, then you can write the guilt." Yuanfu has been guarding here for a long time, and he is also a little impatient.

This little talent, I heard that he usually goes to heaven with great power, and he tends to be inflammatory, but he doesn't know the severity. I don't want my mouth to pry so hard.

Sure enough, it was a duck that was going to die, and its beak was extremely hard.

"Yes." The chamberlain breathed a sigh of relief and waited for this sentence.

"It's easy to draw a pledge, but how to sign it?" The chamberlain looked at Gonggong Yuan and asked cautiously. For the evidence to be valid, it is not just a matter of drawing a charge. How simple it is to draw a rhyme, and it is a matter of pulling up and pressing the elbow.

Yuan Fu lifted the dust in his hand, stood up, and used the dust root to point at Wen Qingwu, who was paralyzed on the torture chair: "Your brain was gnawed by a donkey?" How can I hold a pen when my finger is tortured? ”

"Yes, yes, the minion's brain was gnawed by a donkey, and I can't imagine it so simple." The chamberlain nodded and replied.

A heart-rending scream came from the torture room next door, piercing Yuanfu's ear.

"Isn't there a witness next door?" Yuanfu said leisurely. Then he looked at Wen Qingwu, "After finishing it, take it out and throw it into the mass grave." ”

"Yes." The chamberlain bent down and sent Gonggong Yuan out.

The rain was still falling outside, damp and wet.

Yuanfu stood under the eaves and kicked his shoes.

"It's all careless little hooves." He frowned and muttered.

Outside, the rain was beating and the plantains were crackling. The whip crackled on the body.

The chamberlain did not torture again, but walked to the table and reminded the civil servant: "Did you hear what Gonggong Yuan said just now?" ”

"Hmm." The civil servant replied.

The chamberlain thrust his waist: "Then you don't write it quickly!" As he spoke, he looked up at Wen Qingwu, who seemed to have passed out in the chair.

"After writing, I grabbed her finger and drew a bet." He said.

Wen Qingwu hung his head and slumped in the chair, and the hammers on his fingers had been taken away by the person next to him. The pain was as if it had penetrated her body, making her palms tremble.

The sound of whipping in the torture room next to her continued, and the screams that came from her pierced her eardrums.

Wen Qingwu closed her eyes. The scream, with despair, unwillingness, and resentment, kept pouring into her mind.

In the previous life, before he died, the screams in his ears overlapped. In a trance, a sense of despair swept over her, annihilating her in an instant.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to her previous life before she died. Those despair, those desolation, those powerlessness. Annihilated her.

When the iron hooves of the Jin people crushed the Ming Dynasty, the rebel army forced to Kyoto. In endless despair, he accompanied Emperor Chongzhen to hang himself in the Shouhuang Pavilion.

That year, he was in his prime. At the age of twenty-seven, he was the youngest champion of the Ming Dynasty. It was also the last champion of the Ming Dynasty. Immersed in ten years of hard study, once in high school. When the spring breeze was proud, he didn't have time to take office. Full of ambition and those flowery dreams, they disappeared in the Shouhuang Pavilion with Emperor Chongzhen.

At that moment, there was no resentment, no remorse, and no fear.

There is only despair.

The screaming next door gradually stopped. The sound of the chamber of the chamber and the clerk talking in a low voice could be heard.

"Is it okay to write like that?"

"Because of jealousy and hatred for Wei Guifei's beautiful appearance, I was jealous. Well...... Isn't that a bit out of place? ”

"This is the accusation just sent by the people of Yuan Gonggong, and it is said for reference."

"It's really ......," the chamberlain muttered, "That's it." ”

The whispered conversation pulled Wen Qingwu's thoughts back. She slowly opened her eyelids, which weighed like a thousand pounds. Looking at his weak, trembling fingers.

In the last life, it was the death of the country, and the country was martyred with death.

Thanks to God's mercy, she had another life.

So, in this life, why die? Wen Qingwu looked at his trembling hands.

Why did she die?

"Why did she die?"

The clerk next to him also asked the doubts in his heart. He wrote it down, and from beginning to end, he didn't even hear a specific charge.

Until now, he has the indictment he wrote in his hand.

Because he discussed and wrote it with the chamberlain from beginning to end, he naturally knew that these were not the original sins of that little talent.

But the inevitable death, there is always a reason.

What is the reason?

The chamberlain took the written indictment and looked at it carefully. Glancing at the civil servant, he lowered his voice and couldn't help muttering: "If she doesn't die, let Concubine Shu die." ”

Concubine Mei. Wen Qingwu slowly closed her eyes. Save your strength and listen carefully to the deliberately suppressed voice next to you.

The civil servant stayed in this torture cell all day long, either recording or sorting out the records. There was a commotion outside, and the news came to him slowly.

The chamberlain wanted to record the civil servant and whispered the truth.

Hearing this, the civil servant was stunned, and couldn't help but stand up.

"Then we ......," the clerk said hesitantly. I didn't know what to say, and the conversation changed: "Then this matter will be handed over to us for interrogation, will something happen to us when something happens?" As he spoke, the civil servant turned his head to look at the young talented man who had passed out on the torture chair.

At that time, just like her, she inexplicably became someone else's scapegoat.

"You're scared of a ***. They all act on orders, and there are tall people who stand up to them when something happens. The chamberlain said, and with satisfaction he raised the guilt in his hand and blew on the ink stains that had not yet dried.

"This is the emperor's words." He said.

Naturally, the civil servant didn't know about the things in the Ayaki Palace. Hearing the chamberlain say this, he still frowned: "When the time comes, if the incident really happens, will it be possible to let the emperor come out to top?" ”

How is this possible.

yes, how is that possible. The chamberlain stopped blowing the guilty paper. I was stunned for a moment.

"Then, we all listened to the words of Ayakiden." The chamberlain said, looking down at the indictment paper in his hand.

"Where's the evidence?" The civil servant lowered his voice and said, "If the incident really happened, do you think it can still be like this?" As he spoke, he pointed with his elbow to the slumped little talent.

They are the ones who have been interrogated, and there is no evidence. If it really happened, could you still care so much about the evidence.

The clerk originally wrote the guilt, and he recorded all the guilt and evidence of the prisoners. Although he is not very loyal and upright, he has also developed a habit of looking at evidence and speaking.

Even the private affairs in the palace must be seen by the evidence.

There are a lot of private affairs in the palace, but the more pickled they are, the more ironclad the evidence.

If there is no evidence, let him make up nonsense like this, and his heart is still a little empty.

The chamberlain followed the elbow of the civil servant and looked at the little talented man who seemed to be out of breath. After pondering for a moment, he said: "She is a small talent who has nothing to do with her family, who will injustice her." ”

"I'm not talking about injustice." As he spoke, his voice lowered, and he looked left and right: "I mean, I'm afraid that someone will use this as a target when the time comes."