"Disaster Star ....." Zhao Yichen heard these two words, not only was he not angry, but even showed a look of approval, "Yes, I am the disaster star." ”

"Your Majesty, don't take it too seriously, someone must be spreading rumors!" Lin Xuqiu and Xu Xingzhi exchanged glances and said quickly.

Zhao Yichen didn't speak, he only felt that the word "disaster star" was too familiar.

With a chuckle in his heart, he walked up to the city wall alone.

Snow covers the land where he grew up, and after the flowers have withered, the delicacy of Jinzhou is still stunningly beautiful.

The dead branches and leaves gently drifted down with the cold wind, sliding into the place along the fine snow.

The scenery is still the same, but the people have changed.

His hands naturally drooped, blowing the oncoming cold wind, and then looking at the stone bricks at the soles of his feet, he had an urge to jump down.

Tiny stones fell from under the walls and fell to the ground and fell to the ground and were torn apart.

He gritted his teeth and put his hands behind his back again.

"Your Majesty, your concubine is out of the palace." Qin Neishou stood to the side, his hands folded.

Zhao Yichen didn't know that her heart was elsewhere, but there was always a kind of entanglement, obviously he hated her very much, but he was reluctant to let her go.

He walked down from the city wall, ordered Qin Nei's attendants to prepare the frame, and chased in the direction of Song Zhi's exit from the palace.

Before he left the palace gate, he saw a touch of blue to set up a porridge shed and distribute cotton.

The blue color reflects her white skin, but her facial features are still bright, and the feeling of coldness that belongs to her is particularly obvious.

It's not like a person, but like a blue porcelain vase independent of the snow, lonely and not self-appreciative.

"Bodhisattva Niangniang, Bodhisattva Niangniang!"

"God bless me Jinzhou!"

The people, who had no food because of the cold weather, took over the white jade-like nest head with their hands that were purple from the cold, drank the steaming rice porridge, and shouted Song Zhi's compassion.

Those shouts that came because of the benefits were not so pleasant in Song Zhi's opinion.

She wasn't for these fames.

"Please don't do this, I am ordered by Your Majesty to have won your respect, and I should also lend a helping hand to you when you are in trouble." Before Song Zhi said this, she didn't know about the rumors about Zhao Yichen, but she just thought that she was the noble concubine of Jinzhou Palace, so she should use Zhao Yichen's name.

At least, that's what mothers used to do.

A sentence that was neither humble nor arrogant turned the situation around in an instant.

The word Calamity faded into the melting snow, faded into oblivion as the red sun rose.

Looking at the people who looked like porcelain vases not far in front of him, Zhao Yichen was moved in his heart, not only did they have similar appearances, but even their kindness was the same.

"When she returns to the palace, she will be sent to the Heavenly Temple." Zhao Yichen looked at the red sun that would eventually appear after the clouds and mist, and took a deep breath of the freshness of the snow and the sunny sky.

The palace people were not allowed to come out without an edict, and before Qin Neishou could speak, Song Zhi had already asked himself to kneel outside the Heavenly Temple.

"Niangniang, Your Majesty is seeing Xu Zongxian and Lin Si to admonish, you wait a while, but you don't have to kneel." Qin Neishou only received Zhao Yichen's will, and had no intention of punishment, and in the face of Song Zhi, who knelt down at his own invitation, Qin Neishou didn't know what to do.

"Thank you Qin Nei, don't worry." Song Zhi straightened his back, but thought in his heart that as long as it wasn't the dark room, he would admit any punishment.

"Qin Neishi, call her in."

Song Zhi heard a voice from the Heavenly Temple and wanted to enter the temple.

happened to pass by Lin Xuqiu and Xu Xingzhi who came out.

"I've never seen it before, and I don't think she has a bookish atmosphere." Xu Xingzhi looked Song Zhi up and down, even though Song Zhi had stepped into the Heavenly Temple, he still didn't retract his gaze.

Lin Xuqiu smiled and said: "You just took office, and at the Chongyang Banquet a few days ago, Prince Su mistakenly thought she was that kind of maiko. But I look at it, but it is more in the eyes of His Majesty than the old man, after all, she and His Majesty ...... There is an inexplicably similar stubbornness, and the two are like looking in a mirror. ”

Song Zhi knelt in the hall upright, she didn't know what was waiting for her, but she couldn't hide from this encounter.

Dare to face it, is the real warrior.

What's more, Song Zhi didn't feel that he was wrong.

"Who gave you the will?" Zhao Yichen's voice was lukewarm, and he was even dealing with the twists and turns that had just been presented.

"No one, it's my own idea." Song Zhi bowed her head, she had never bowed down to her subordinates before, and since that day she was sentenced in the dark room, she has never been able to forget her fear in the face of the people in front of her.

Seeing Song Zhi say this, Zhao Yichen's hand, which was preparing for Zhu Pi, suddenly paused.

"Are you guilty?"

"I am guilty, but I have no regrets. If I were to watch the people starve to death, I couldn't do it. Song Zhi's expression was indifferent, and there was not the slightest warmth in his tone.

"If you watch the people starve to death..."Zhao Yichen silently repeated this sentence in his heart.

He was speechless, for this was not what he wanted.

Song Zhi easily said what Zhao Yichen thought in his heart, which made him feel a sense of humiliation that was swallowed alive by life.

Since he was a child, he has been used to hiding his emotions, and even the one he loves the most is not as frequent as he is today.

He was both delighted and angry at how he felt.

Seeing that several faceless servants kept looking in, he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

Everything had just begun, and he didn't want to gamble, and he didn't dare to bet.

He threw the cinnabar-stained wolf pen into the sea of pens and took another deep breath.

"Take the whip."

In fact, he didn't want to be tortured, but he didn't want to show that kind of humiliation.

The whip was ruthless, and one after another ruthless whips fell on Song Zhi.

The more blood he sees, the more he seems to be able to regain Zhao Yichen's long-forgotten dignity.