The implication is that if it can't be resolved, it should be condemned to An Taishi.

An Taishi heard that Tian Zhen had something to say, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He quickly lowered his head and made a respectful appearance.

His Majesty the Emperor was completely immersed in the joy of far away calamity, and did not take Tian Zhen's words to heart.

Tian Zhen punched the cotton wool, hooked the corners of her lips, and smiled.

The Criminal Department and the Gyeongzhao Mansion had a draw, and the next game of the Criminal Department was against the Gyeonggi Mansion.

In the old year, the Criminal Department was defeated at the hands of the Gyeonggi Zhichong Mansion, so this time, everyone who participated in the Criminal Department was gearing up, and they all said that this time it must be a shame.

It was nearly noon, and because of the grace of Shi Yingxian, the left attendant of the ministry, the women's prison put down good wine and good food, and five or six sturdy female servants sat around the table, eating, drinking, guessing and boxing, and had a good time.

Red Sleeves followed Huo Ying's side and walked with her through the corridor of the cell filled with the smell of decay and sourness.

The women's prison of the Criminal Department mainly detains the dependents of officials who are involved. At present, the female dependents of the Jiang family account for the majority. They are all relatives, servants, and children of Jiang Kai's three clans. From the years ago to the present, he has long not reported any hope of survival.

Along the way, Huo Ying could hardly see what they looked like in the past from their sluggish and indifferent demeanor. Huo Ying only felt the despair, depression and despair of dying people.

Occasionally, one or two middle-aged women weeping in the corner, hearing the sound of footsteps, turned their heads and glanced at them sneakily. The moment he saw the corner of Huo Ying's peacock Luo Qi's broken skirt, it was like a dead branch and a fallen leaf in a long drought, and two unflattering edges shot out from the bottom of his eyes. Once upon a time, they were also dressed in beautiful clothes like her, and walked in the envious eyes of everyone with great energy.

Hate only hated to marry the Jiang family's wife, dragged down by her husband's family, came to the prison of the Criminal Department, and now he is a prisoner, and he is a ghost under the knife.

The red sleeves were stained with Huo Ying's light, and the banquet he participated in was unknown. The prison of the Criminal Department was still walked away. She trembled and looked left and right. But when I saw the people locked inside, they were like evil spirits in the world, and all sides were like ashes, and they were not popular.

Red Sleeves' heart clenched, "Little lady, let's go back quickly." If Grandpa Guo knew that the maid and the little lady were in the prison of the Criminal Department, he would have to cripple the maid. The voice trembled and echoed through the wooden fence, as if another red sleeve was following him.

This thought flashed, and Red Sleeves involuntarily shivered, speeding up his pace, and hated to be next to Huo Ying.

"Hey, you son of a girl is really noisy, I forced you to follow?" Huo Ying smelled a slight smell of blood and saltiness from the rotten and sour smell. She couldn't help but think of the frightened tortured and bloodstained prisoner woman, and the cold air came out from the bottom of her heart, and her words were sharp and snarky.

The red-sleeved flattened mouth, sniffed aggrievedly, and was silent.

The corner of Huo Ying's eyes swept to the point that he had been wronged by the sky, and immediately felt guilty for Fang Cai's unkind tone. Huo Ying pondered for a moment and stretched out his hand to hold the red sleeve, and said angrily: "Your timid person is not as good as a mouse!" Having said that, the moment the two of them shook hands, Red Sleeves felt Huo Ying's fingertips tremble slightly, as well as the cold sweat from her palms.

The little lady is also afraid. Red Sleeves thought to himself.

However, no matter what, Huo Ying hurt her after all. The red sleeves couldn't bear to tear Huo Ying's strong and barren, and bent his eyebrows and eyes, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes." The maid is timid, thanks to the thoughtfulness of the little lady. The voice had been reduced to a very low level, but it was still as clear as thunder in Huo Ying's ears.

As soon as the words fell, a fat big mouse came out of nowhere, squeaking and swaggering past Huo Ying's silk shoes. The master and servant screamed in fright, and immediately hugged each other and trembled.

There was a burst of laughter from behind the wooden fence.

The female servant who led the way hurriedly turned around, her face sinking like water, and swept over the faces that had not yet had time to put away the smile on their lips. In a moment, the prison was quiet. I could only hear the shouting and shouting from behind, and the noise of guessing the boxing. The female servant raised her chin proudly and whispered to reassure: "Huo Niangzi, don't be afraid, it's almost noon, they rush to the men's prison to gather, just pass by, just pass by." ”

By her words, Huo Ying's scalp was numb, goosebumps fell off layer after layer, and her voice trembled and asked, "It, they?" "It's just passed, how many are left?

"Ah, yes, yes. It's a shortcut. Most of it has passed, and Huo Niangzi should be frightened. ”

Huo Ying grabbed the fingers of the red sleeves and nodded suspiciously.

The female servant's ridicule, Red Sleeves temporarily put down the heart hanging in her throat, and snorted loudly.

Huo Ying was suddenly relaxed by her music, and the tight string in her brain suddenly relaxed, and she couldn't help but smile.

Huo Ying smiled, the female servant had no reason to be cold-faced, she also followed the trend, hehe smirked, and joined in the fun.

The three of them walked again, sweeping away the solemn atmosphere. Huo Ying asked the female servant in a polite and soft voice: "Dare to ask my sister how long she has been on an errand?" ”

The female servant was called a sister by the niece of the left attendant of the ministry, and she bowed down in flattery, "If you go back to Huo Niangzi, the concubine will spend twelve cold and summer here." ”

Yes? Twelve years?

Huo Ying was speechless. He looked at the female servant who was nearly forty years old in front of him, and calculated in his heart how old she was when she first came to the Criminal Department.

It's only a letter to be full.

Huo Ying's heart was slightly bitter.

It is not easy for everyone to be human.

Huo Ying didn't ask again, and the female servant didn't say anything more.

The three of them walked silently for a while, the maid stopped, raised her chin, pointed to the person inside, and said to Huo Ying: "Huo Niangzi, we have arrived." ”

Huo Ying paused and looked into the wooden fence.

The two people locked inside, one covered with a lotus coat that could not be distinguished, fell asleep, and the other had skinny black fingers busy in the sleeping man's hair, watching her rummaging and pinching movements, she should be catching lice.

Huo Yingqiang endured the numbness and discomfort all over her body, and called softly: "Sister Rong? ”

Is that person still Sister Rong? Huo Ying couldn't confirm.

Jiang Rong has always been flamboyant, domineering, and arrogant and unreasonable. At this moment, the person lying on the ground, unkempt, and emitting a rancid smell, is it really Jiang Rong?

"Sister Rong......" Huo Ying called again. However, her two voices only got Cuicui's questioning gaze.

Jiang Rong, who was sleeping soundly, did not move at all.

The female servant leaned over to Huo Ying and said, "Lady Huo, you can't wake her up like this." He turned his head and put away the smile on his face, opened his throat and shouted: "Jiang Rong! Hurry up! Hurry up! Do you want to sleep to death and be a dead ghost with your mother? You're beautiful! ”

Huo Ying's shoulders shook in fright by the female servant's loud voice, and she just wanted to say a few good words for Jiang Rong.

I saw that the person under the lotus canopy moved, "Hehe, if you can be a sleeping ghost, that's a blessing from your previous life!" The lazy tone revealed desolation and sadness, and there was even some hoarseness and composure in the voice that was unique to the old Baisuo.

No, no! That's not Sister Rong, no!

Huo Ying clenched the silk handkerchief with both hands and covered her chest, tears condensing in her eyelashes.

Jiang Rong impatiently raised her hand and waved Cuicui away, slowly sat up, leaned against the wall crookedly, and looked up at the female servant through the wooden fence, "Who else should I be, it turned out to be Lord Hai?!" "The lips and teeth are forceful, deliberately emphasizing the word adult.

Female servant Hai. Jiang Rong calls her an adult, which is out-and-out derogatory.