The people who looked like palace maids were sneaky, and the palace guards who were patrolling also passed safely.

The man guarding the palace gate saw the token and let her go.

As soon as they left the palace gate, the palace maids of this team immediately changed their order.

The woman in the Shu embroidered skirt walked in front, and someone outside the palace answered, giving them hoods and shirts for them to change.

As it darkened, the woman boarded the carriage with a black gauze hood.

The carriage stopped next to the gloomy cell.

The hooded woman quickly walked into the stone prison, where the head of the cell carried a lantern to guide her.

The woman covered her nose, obviously not very comfortable with this kind of place.

"How does it feel like in this prison?" She asked as she came to a cell door.

The cell boss knocked on the railing, but there was no response from inside.

He bowed respectfully at the woman, who didn't say much, only motioned for him to open the cell door.

"Don't go in this vulgar place," the cell boss hesitated and pointed to his temple, "here, there's something wrong here." ”

The woman didn't speak, and the palace maid behind her gave an order for her: "Open the door." ”

"Yes, yes." The cell boss hurriedly rummaged for the key to unlock the door.

There was a clattering of chains, and the locks were opened.

The prison was gloomy and cold, but there was still no movement.

The woman snatched the lantern from the cell boss's hand, "You go down first." ”

The cell boss nodded and bowed: "Nobleman, this ...... In the end, this is what His Majesty put in the heavenly prison, if there are three long and two short, this is ......"

"Don't worry, if you really want to kill her, do you still have to do it yourself?" The palace maid behind the woman said.

"Yes, yes." The cell boss nodded and stepped back.

The palace maids who came immediately guarded the four directions.

Only the woman walked into the cell with the palace maid who had spoken before.

The sound of feet stepping on hay is like a rat gnawing at bones in this gloomy dungeon.

The palace maid helped the woman, obviously a little disgusted.

"Song Yijin, the nobles came to see you, why don't you come to pay homage?" The palace maid shouted, and she took the lantern in the woman's hand and groped forward, the faint palace lamp illuminating her face.

Rosebush.

Concubine Zheng Guifei's eldest palace maid, Aunt Rose.

There is no need to guess the identity of the noble master behind her.

However, Concubine Zheng stood still, motionless.

Rose groped her way forward, but her foot accidentally kicked a round object.

She put down the lantern and shone it, and immediately screamed backwards.

That's a human head!

The head of a man whose blood had dried up and whose face was bruised with corpse spots.

Rao is Rose's hands are not clean, and when she sees such a scene, she can't help but be scared.

This call also brought in the palace maids who were guarding outside.

They saw that the skull on the ground had also changed color, but it didn't scream like a rose.

"Mother...... Are you okay? Someone asked Zheng Guifei respectfully.

Rose held up the lamp, and the candle flame reflected on Concubine Zheng's face, although her face was white, she was still calm.

"Don't be afraid, this human head was sent by the eldest princess herself." Zheng Guifei's voice sounded, and only a few people realized who this head belonged to.

Song Yisheng.

Half a year ago, because of the extermination of the Liu family, the beautiful Qing'an Hou, Song Yisheng.

Although Song Yisheng, the third-grade little marquis, is not an extremely noble person in Chang'an, he flew to Huang Tengda in an instant as a commoner, and became a young man with a dignified third-grade martial marquis.

He was the first.

To put it bluntly, although people are not ashamed of his betrayal of his benefactor, they are envious of the speed of his ascension.

Unexpectedly, now not only is his body in a different place, but he also has to let his bones rot and fester, and no one cares about it.

No.

Someone still asked.

Because the person locked up in this prison is not Song Yisheng's own sister, Song Yijin?

At the beginning, the dove occupied the magpie's nest and pretended to be the Qing'an county lord of Musheng.

Song Yijin.

"If you want to say that this Song Yisheng is also pitiful, his head rested on his sister's place, and he was also thrown around." Rose picked it up.

"He's not my brother." A hoarse female voice sounded in the shadows.

Concubine Zheng and Rose both laughed.

The dead duck has a hard mouth, and it seems that Song Yijin is really difficult to admit the death of his brother.

"He's not my brother." Again, the voice emphasized, hoarse and shriveled.

The rustle of hay could also be heard in the shadows.

Song Yijin's face finally appeared in front of the firelight, gray and yellow, only those eyes were like rhinestones, and they could almost eat people under the firelight.

"He's not my brother!"

Song Yijin suddenly went berserk, kicked his head to the side, and pounced on Concubine Zheng.

Immediately a maid of the palace stopped her.

She still wore the same palace dress she wore when she was imprisoned in the prison, but now it is dirty and messy.

Through the firelight, it can be seen that there are large dried blood stains on Song Yijin's chest.

It should have been made when he was holding Song Yisheng's head.

also said that it was not her brother.

This kind of words are insignificant now, Zheng Guifei took a few steps forward, Song Yijin struggled in the hands of the palace maid, and after seeing Zheng Guifei's face clearly, he hesitated for a while before reacting.

"It's you, you, are you here to kill me?" Song Yijin's voice trembled.

"Do you want to die?"

Song Yijin raised his head sharply: "I don't, I don't want to die!" I haven't skinned that slut yet, eaten her flesh and drank her blood, how can I die, how do I want to die! ”

Her roar, like a madwoman, hit Concubine Zheng's arms.

"Your brother's body is already in a different place, whether it is a corpse or a head, it is destined to rot in a mass grave, how can you live?" Zheng Guifei asked.

Song Yijin trembled like a sifting chaff.

"I heard that you still have a mother," Zheng Guifei laughed again.

"Mother...... Mother! What did she do to my mother! That poisonous woman,! What did she do to my mother! Song Yijin screamed.

Concubine Zheng Guifei shook her head: "Your Majesty was forced by her, so she had no choice but to behead Song Yisheng to relieve Chu Changning's anger." Since it's a gas dissipation, your mother naturally can't run away, I heard that ...... Serving in the official slave division, it seems, there is also the meaning of selling to prostitution. ”

"Liu Huazhang! You brute! Song Yijin screamed, tears streaming down his face.

When she thought that her mother, who was over fifty years old, had been bought into a brothel, she felt like her whole body was going to explode.

Liu Huazhang, you are not human!

The palace maid could barely hold her down, so she had to gagged her.

Concubine Zheng was very satisfied.

Of course, she won't bother to inquire about Song Yijin's mother, she just needs to say it extremely miserable.

"Remember, if you want to save your mother, you can only cooperate with this palace."

Song Yijin raised his head: "Do you have a way?" Can you save me?! ”

Zheng Guifei sneered: "It depends on whether you can get out of it." ”

"You say, as long as I can take revenge, I am willing to do anything!" Song Yijin screamed.

Concubine Zheng Guifei winked.

Behind him, a palace maid handed over a razor.

Song Yijin took the razor, his hands trembling.

"Scared?" Concubine Zheng sneered.

Song Yijin turned around, and the head of the blue-purple rotten person was facing her.

Suddenly, the hand holding the knife stopped shaking.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anything." Song Yijin said.

Concubine Zheng nodded, "Very good, then let's do it." ”

Song Yijin stared at her, licked her lips, and violently pulled her hair and cut it off.

A handful of black hair was handed over.

"Is that enough?"

Rose took the black hair, and Concubine Zheng snorted and gave the palace maids a look.

"What are you doing!" Song Yijin's screams were drowned in the vast night.