One word, if you can't recite it, it will be hundreds of times, no palace maid has ever been able to survive fifty boards under this bamboo board, and she looked at it coldly, she didn't believe it, this little girl dared to take such a risk for others.

Feng Miao glanced at Yu Xing, her breath was weak, but her eyes were a little stubborn and refused to admit defeat. Yu Xing knew that Feng Miao was kind, and nodded slightly to her, which was regarded as putting his life in her hands.

"Article 36, those who are inferior shall not be disobedient......" Feng Miao gathered his mind and recited from memory. Her voice, like fine silk, is smooth and dense, but with unyielding tenacity, everyone who listens can't help but be secretly amazed.

One ended, and sure enough, there was a word for word, and there was a "pop" sound, and the bamboo board had fallen on her back, "The next one." ”

"Article 37, from the sixth grade below, shall not be ......"

Rao is word is good, Feng Miao also gradually suffered more than twenty blows, her back hurt one after another, her chest was stuffy, and there was a fishy sweet smell in the depths of her throat. She couldn't bear it anymore, and as soon as her feet went limp, she fell to the ground.

Su Yun and Su He looked at her condescendingly, as if waiting for her to beg for mercy. A little farther away, Wen Lan sat upright like a clay sculpture. Feng Miao supported the ground with her thin arms, looked at the bright yellow scroll in Su Yun's hand, and said reluctantly, "I'm not kneeling to you, I'm ...... I am De Jong, the founding queen of the country. ”

"Article 63, those who violate the palace rules shall be punished according to the circumstances, such as strangulation, cane punishment, grounding, and fine." As soon as the last word came out, the breath that Feng Miao was holding tightly in his chest poured out, and his fingers climbed a gap in the bluestone ground, waiting for the last one. The board in Su He's hand quietly moved up two inches and slapped straight towards the back of her heart. With a "snap" sound, the bamboo board broke into two in response, Feng Miao's chest was hot, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and her body fell to the ground weakly, unconscious.

Suddenly falling into a specious dream, Feng Miao only felt as if she was in a sea of fire, and her body was hot. She was wrapped tightly in something, unable to move her hands or feet. In the chaos, there was a faint woman's gentle laughter, "She looks very much like you, she must be a beauty when she grows up." It's good for a woman, Yun Qiao, just call her a good son. ”

Then came the man's extremely gentle voice, "Just a good word, how can we be worthy of our daughter?" It is good to be flat in the middle, and it is wonderful to be on the top. Why don't you call her...... Miao'er, right? The voice was strange and familiar, as if it had never been heard before, and it seemed to be deeply engraved in her blood and bones.

"A-Niang......" A tear rolled down, and the coolness of the water dispelled the scorching heat in the dream. She lay on her side, and as soon as she moved, she felt a sharp pain in her back. When I opened my eyes, the gold-painted red pillar in front of me was mottled with colored paint, and the cobwebs at the top of the column were covered with thick dust.

"You've woken up," Yu Xing was holding a broken porcelain bowl and feeding her a little bit of water, "I've never seen someone as stupid as you being beaten for nothing." ”

Yu Xing was originally more seriously injured than her, but because his body was better, he woke up before Feng Miao. She was still unable to move, so she could only half-kneel in front of Feng Miao's bed, put the bowl on the ground, and put water in another shallow dish to her mouth.

Feng Miao couldn't help it, and sat up on the edge of the bed, "I'll drink it myself." As soon as he raised his arm, he pulled the fleshy wound on the skin on his back, and his facial features wrinkled together in pain.

Yu Xing chuckled softly, "This will know that it hurts, right?" When you are beaten for me, you can be brave. She held Feng Miao's hand, still fed her on the ground, and took out a cold and hard steamed bun from the cloth bag, broke it little by little, and soaked it in cold water for her to eat.

The steamed bun was dry and difficult to swallow, Feng Miao swallowed two bites stiffly, and couldn't bear to brush off the kindness of Yuxing. This little palace maid spoke bluntly, but she knew Entu in her heart. Feng Miao remembered Su He's ruthlessness, so she asked, "Why did you come here?" ”

"That's a long story," Yu Xing took the rest of the steamed bun himself, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, "The people above are intriguing, you live and die, and a little ant like me will be unlucky." ”

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