At this time, Yinchen patted her on the shoulder, and then handed her a strange-shaped toy. I can't tell what shape it is, it's very heavy to start with, and it feels like the texture of animal skins and insect carapaces stitched together, Lin Xuanchen recalled, the first time she touched the texture of insect carapaces, Yinchen told her that it was called plastic.

She brought the monster-like thing in front of her in the same way as Silver Dust had taught her, and the two large cylinders that were separated were aimed at the door of the mansion, and at that moment, she almost screamed, because she saw a giant in a green soap coat appear in the field of vision in the shape of two rings that were equivalent to two circles cut each other.

The man in the bright green soap coat was supposed to be a jailer or something, and at this time his head was as big as a house, his eyes were as big as wheels, and even the acne on his face was the size of a plate. The "giant" opened his bloody mouth, revealing a mouthful of-yellow teeth, as if he was shouting something, but Lin Xuanchen was so far away from him that he didn't even hear a syllable.

"You're turning the magnification too far. Yinchen held Lin Xuanchen's soft and cold little hand and taught her to turn a knob. "Alright, alright. When the giant jailer changed to the size of a normal person, Lin Xuanchen hurriedly shouted, she didn't realize that there was also a trace of excitement in her tone. "It's human nature to be onlookers. Yinchen thought so in his heart, and didn't say it, for fear of hurting the girl's heart.

A pair of telescopes that may not have been expensive in the industrial age made Lin Xuanchen temporarily forget the pain of the collapse of the palace. She held the binoculars and felt like a transparent person, standing at the door of the mansion, where she could carefully observe the preparations of the jailers and the few women who were about to line up at the door. Lin Xuanchen glanced at their faces, a little disappointed, these people are all servants of the palace who can only take care of the inner courtyard, and they have no value, Lin Xuanchen even doubts that he is going to save them, and they can't quite think of thanking her. She turned her binoculars, and found that she couldn't get around the gate to see more inside, so she put down the toys that Silver Dust had prepared a long time ago, and stared at the shed dripping in the rain in a daze.

The jailers went in and out a few times, and everything was ready, and at the shouting of a jailer with a hat like a red hat on his head, the naked women were driven out first, like sheep unwilling to be driven into the sheepfold, bowing their heads, hunched over, and twisting forward, and when they reached the shed, their feet rustling on the weeds, and this sound suddenly became the only sound in the area.

The rain suddenly fell silent, and the voices of the people suddenly disappeared, and one by one they craned their necks to look at the women who were forced to walk up to a small stool, as if many ducks had been pinched by their necks. The women stood on the stools, blushing in embarrassment, their heads bowed, tears falling silently and mingling with the rain.

Their bodies were quite plump, not as skeletal as those of the prisoners who had been released from prison, and it was evident that they had eaten a few good meals in the days leading up to their sale.

The rain seemed to light a little, the mist lifted a little, and there was no longer a silence in the crowd, and there were bursts of admiration, at first only a few dots, then slowly joined together, and finally stacked into a not-so-violent ripple, spreading rapidly.

The people were amazed by the beauty of these inferior servants, although some of these mothers-in-law had gray temples and wrinkled faces, but among them there were also very young daughters-in-law, these people were in good shape, with beautiful facial features, and their long-term life in the palace also made them bring a little bit of the temperament of the palace, and this temperament is the root of the price to be sold now.

"There is no difference between a woman and a woman, but this temperament, this style, this vision, and this ingenuity, but there is a big difference!" Lin Xuanchen heard such a discussion from the crowd not far away, which seemed to be the voice of another young scholar.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being from the palace, this gives people a different feeling!" Another voice came, and the tone seemed to be a strong man who practiced martial arts.

After the first team of female dependents was released, the official family did not directly hang a price tag on the wooden stake in front of the fence, but released the second team of female dependents, Lin Xuanchen only glanced at these people, and his body suddenly stiffened.

"Madame Wang?" she cried out.

That's right, the person at the head is Mrs. Wang, followed by Aunt Ma, Aunt Zhou, and then Mrs. Li, and Mrs. Li followed several big girls around Mrs. Wang, but Mrs. Feng was never seen, Lin Xuanchen saw this scene, and couldn't help crying, she thought that a beautiful and weak woman like Mrs. Feng might not be able to withstand the harsh environment in the prison cell, and died early.

"I haven't given her a single incense for more than half a year - but it is better to leave the difficult world early than to be naked here and let others play with it, and to avoid the miserable life of the following years or ten years. Lin Xuanchen thought with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't find that in the middle of the crowded people, a woman in black with a black gauze covering her face was trying her best to squeeze through.

"Don't think too much, it's one that can save one. Yinchen gently wiped away the tears on Lin Xuanchen's face, but heard Lin Xuanchen suddenly say: "I'm sorry, it's my fault!" The silver-haired boy's hand stopped in the air, and after a second, he continued to cut off the crystal soft tears on the little girl's face.

"How can it be your fault?"

"Nothing, I shouldn't-I shouldn't-I just wasn't right. In the end, the girl didn't say what she wanted to say.

Lin Xuanchen thinks that she is not qualified to cry here, and she is not qualified to pay tribute to her separated relatives, because beside her, there is still a man who suddenly changed the world overnight, and was suddenly forced to live with all his relatives overnight.

She knows that for her husband, homesickness is the most terrifying poison in the world.

She was thinking about it when she suddenly heard the sound of a few gongs in front of her, which smelled like a good gong. She hurriedly looked up and saw that the soap-clothed jailers hung up the price code flags separately, and at the same time spread a red felt in front of the main entrance of the foreign pavilion.

"Wouldn't it?!" Lin Xuanchen's face turned pale: "Is it more than half less?" Among the female slaves who were about to be sold, she found Ni Wen and other second- and third-class girls, but found that the most important people, such as Wang Yunfang, Zhao Yueshi and others, were not there.

"It is estimated that the rest of the people are inside, there is a special auction, not to mention anything else, just the girls who competed for the prince Fujin brought by Mrs. Wang, as well as Zhao Yueshi and Zhao Xianglan, are not there-"

"Huh?!" Lin Xuanchen exclaimed, interrupting Yinchen's words, Yinchen looked in the direction of her finger, and saw a girl who seemed to have a little impression, this girl was very miserable at this time, and did not come out of the foreign pavilion, but was directly locked in the prisoner car, and slowly sent out from the Chongwen Gate.

In a car behind her, Wang Yunfen was locked up, and behind Wang Yunfen were a group of men in Chongwang's mansion.

The leader is Zhao Guangchong, and in the prisoner car adjacent to him is his staff member Qingke, and in the distance is his little servant, his attendant, the long follower, and finally the people who buy and manage things everywhere. These people looked like real prisoners, all of them with gray faces and skinny bones, trapped and locked in a prisoner cart pulled by manpower, like skinny rats about to be sent to the dissecting table.

The prisoner cart unit deliberately stopped outside the Chongwen Gate, and a man who looked like a general wearing dark blue chain mail and a strange red hat rode out of the crowd, sitting on a high horse and looking down at the gathered people, he cleared his throat, did not use any soul gathering style, and let his voice spread throughout the audience just by relying on his battle spirit:

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: the criminal minister Zhao Guangchong, colluding with the dead party, traffic prohibitions, harboring to commit family property, deceiving the upper and lower, corrupt the law, and conniving at the family to accumulate wealth, indirectly killing three lives and other mistakes, there are ancestors, and there are rumors to draw state affairs, in a vain attempt to influence the inheritance of the imperial system, as a rule, but the emperor's edict, can not bear the cannibalism of compatriots, I also read his 20 years of conscientious work, two sleeves of the breeze, the first emperor, the lower support of the emperor's widow, hard work, can not be ignored, and a life of upright, the right side of learning, with profound knowledge to play the Showa nine years of learning, tongue battle group Confucianism, its style, I recall it is also vivid, so the merits and demerits are offset, avoid death and lifeThe eldest son was convinced that he died in battle during the suppression of bandits, and the second son was dull and stubborn, did not learn and did not know the imperial examination, nor did he ask about household affairs, and did not know what his father did, so he was exempted from the crime, deposed the world seal, and sent him to the ancestral land of Jinling, cultivated the fields and guarded the tomb, and the rest of the men, especially the staff, the shopkeeper, and the clerks everywhere, all participated in the rebellion, and were not in the case of the emperor's pension, so they were all beheaded according to the rules without delay. The female dependents ordered the three divisions to be interrogated and arranged separately. ”

After the young general finished speaking, he actually made a dragon and phoenix Chengxiang Tuanhua big water sleeve in front of the people, and a pair of dark blue sleeves made a crackling sound, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced. Lin Xuanchen saw the man's familiar movements, and only felt a strong sense of disobedience. "How could this be?" she whispered. "What's wrong?" asked the boy next to her with concern.

"After the man had read the decree, he did it...... It doesn't make sense at all, huh?"

"Why doesn't it work?" The silver-haired boy hadn't noticed the detail yet: "I think his secret weapon is pretty good—"

"The dragon and phoenix are auspicious and have big water sleeves, which is a etiquette that only Jianzhou slaves use. ”

"Didn't you say that the Fifth Dynasty was handed down and carried forward in the Sixth Dynasty?"

"What has been handed down from the Fifth Dynasty is a one-knee deigning one-handed water sleeve salute, not a dragon and phoenix Chengxiang Tuanhua big water sleeve, which you were probably deceived by the preacher sent by the imperial court. Lin Xuanchen said a very unfamiliar name of etiquette, this so-called "one-knee deigcency one-handed water sleeve salute" Yinchen had never heard anyone talk about it, he spent a while before he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have seen the petroglyphs describing this etiquette in a certain ancestral underground palace on the south coast, and the second half of the petroglyphs was the cultivation map of the famous "Five Thunder Rectification", so that he had a slight impression, otherwise, he was afraid that he would not know where to forget.

"And the dragon and phoenix are auspicious, and the big water sleeves are the etiquette of the slaves of Jianzhou, and it has always been, I don't know why that general wants to use such etiquette?

"He is like Han Shuang, the last person of the Han family. In the silver pupils, there was a sudden heavy snowfall, and the magician felt that something was wrong more clearly than the girl: "This person is a hero who fought against the northern country, and now he uses the etiquette of Jianzhou slaves, this is not such a simple thing as 'making no sense'." Xuan'er, I think I'll have to sneak into that mansion and see what the hell those officials are up to. ”

"What about the people out there?

"The matter of redemption is to be discussed with the prison worshippers. Silver Dust said, activating the shadow lurk and vanishing.

"Brother Hell, Stones, Wood!" The little girl stomped her feet angrily, and a few tears fell, but she couldn't help but hear an urn sound behind her: "Wood comes to report." ”

"I hate it! I'm as flamboyant as Brother Wan!" Lin Xuanchen was amused by being in prison like this, but he laughed at it, and temporarily forgot his haze-like mood before. Lin Xuanchen's natural way, such a thing as settling with the government, naturally there are ghost elders and Tianfang swordsmen and others who come forward, and she and Yinchen are just commanding on the spot.

Han Shuang seemed to have read out the edict of Emperor Yue, and handed over to several jailers, this group of jailers was going to escort Zhao Guangchong to the South China Sea, unlike other jailers, wearing yellow-brown "Earth Beast Armor" chain mail, carrying chain knives and hook locks on their backs. They brought a miscellaneous donkey, re-loaded the prisoner's cart, and then caught up with the prisoner's cart and headed for Shili Pavilion, which was the rule of the new dynasty, but all prisoners who were escorted to exile for hard labor were not allowed to go by water.

Lin Xuanchen looked at his uncle's old and stiff figure blankly, looking at his hair that suddenly turned white, and tears couldn't stop flowing down anymore. She wanted to shout, but her throat was clogged with a large mass of wet and cold air, and she couldn't make a sound, so she stood on tiptoe and shook her hand to get her uncle's attention and ask him to look this way, but his uncle was already staring blankly ahead, oblivious to the noise of the people on both sides of the street.

The people are very easy to be fooled, at least at this moment is very easy to be fooled, they listened to the holy decree, and thought that this Chongwang Ye, who actually had nothing to do with them (Zhao Guangchong had almost never been to Yingtianfu before), was really a heinous bastard, and the sound of abuse and ridicule was endless, Lin Xuanchen listened to the discussion of the people, and only felt that her heart was like a knife, and she wanted to shout out very, very much, and tell these people that this so-called "rebellion" What kind of gentle elder is the uncle, what kind of responsible father, what kind of filial son, what kind of loyal courtier. Lin Xuanchen still doesn't know what her uncle has done wrong, in her opinion, the so-called "rebellion" and "harboring" and other crimes are just "unwarranted" fabricated by the political enemies of the DPRK and China, but she didn't shout, because she knew that no matter how loud her voice was, no matter how good her reasons were, in the face of the holy decree, she could not change the minds of these people.