"The concubines know that they are guilty, but natural disasters can be avoided, and people are unpredictable." Song Zhi straightened up, looking resolute.

What do you mean by that? You were derelict in your duties, and you still have to blame someone for framing you? Qiu Yutong pretended to be calm and wanted to threaten Song Zhi with the position of Concubine De.

Looking at the confrontation between the two people in front of the palace, Zhao Yichen remembered that Song Zhi rejected Qiu Yutong's invitation to go to Huaqing Hall that day.

At first, he didn't want to care about the verbal dispute between women, even when Qiu Yutong used Yingying's thin waist to squeamish in front of him, he was unmoved.

But he is too curious about whether this person who looks exactly like Li Si will fight with reason like Li Si, and whether he will live a passionate and free life like Li Si.

The fact is that Zhao Yichen was wrong, Song Zhi not only did not have Li Si's bravery, but even wore a dress similar to Li Si, delusionally trying to arouse his sympathy and pity.

Li Si is a high-ranking existence in Zhao Yichen's heart, and he is above himself and cannot be blasphemed.

Song Zhi had a face similar to Li Si, living a humble and cold life.

After Zhao Yichen's training these days, Song Zhi has faded away from some humility, no longer just silent in the face of trouble, and has some courage to fight.

This is far from enough for Zhao Yichen.

No matter what, she can't fit into the frame in Zhao Yichen's heart, and always hopes that she can be like a little bit, and a little more like a little more.

And Song Zhi and Li Si are two completely different people, they grew up in different environments, received different educations, and they can't become 100% the same people no matter what.

So, after Zhao Yichen finally saw this, he had an even more crazy idea.

He wanted to see something completely different from that cold body.

Zhao Yichen slapped the table hard, and the sea of pens on the side also trembled, shaking off a few good wolf hairs.

"You guys are really a headache, you say it's man-made, but there is evidence?"

"The interior bureau was on duty that night, and the waiter could prove it for the concubine." Song Zhi bent down and knelt for a longer time, and his knees trembled a little.

"Bring it on." Zhao Yichen's eyes were a little gloomy, and he raised his palm to signal to Qin's inner servant.

After walking in front of the emperor for many years and going through two dynasties of emperors, Qin Neishou and his apprentices are naturally fast.

Within half a pillar of incense, the chamberlain was set up.

"I can ask you, when did this court robe be damaged?"

"Back to Your Majesty, slaves, slaves don't know, I only know that your concubine came from the fourth watch and stayed in it for a while." Where did the little chamberlain see this scene, he entered the palace and was stabbed as a slave, but it was just to eat for a while, where would he have thought that he could cause such a disaster.

"That's it, the canon is over, and there's no point in me delving into it. Song Guifei's responsibility for dereliction of duty is difficult to escape, and this matter is punished by my relatives, and the attendant on duty is improperly guarded and killed with a cane. Zhao Yichen said lightly, killing people seemed to be as simple as crushing a bug to death in his eyes.

At this time, Song Zhi realized how willful he was before.

was deceived by Helanzhuo into the palace, and he hated Helanzhuo, this Jinzhou Palace, and even the person who was in charge of life and death, and he was even more unwilling to put on a hypocritical face to please anyone here.

So much so that she forgot that she was facing the emperor day and night, and she was the person at the peak of the mountain.

At this moment, she finally compromised.

She compromised with this shackle, with this boxy sky.

Hearing that Zhao Yichen would personally punish Song Zhi, the smile in Qiu Yutong's heart couldn't help but float to his face. In order not to be discovered by Zhao Yichen, she hurriedly saluted and left the Heavenly Temple.

And the corners of Qiu Yutong's mouth trembled as if he was not smiling, but he still did not avoid Zhao Yichen's eyes.

Outside the hall, there was a plea for mercy mixed with the sound of torture, and Song Zhi knelt in the hall, facing Zhao Yichen silently.

She never dared to raise her head, she still couldn't have her own bones.

Song Zhi was worried that once she had that bone, she would lose her obedience and lose her chance of survival.

The moon swells and the sun sets, and there is no scream of the inner servant outside the hall, and only the dirty blood in the remaining place proves the existence of the inner servant.

However, this only proof will soon be washed away, and there will be no such person in Jinzhou Palace.

Psychological warfare is the most challenging battle, the silent smoke of gunpowder spreads around, and Song Zhi's spirit is about to collapse.

The person who sat firmly on the golden platform picked up the teacup and drank it and put it away, put it and drank it again, and finally slowly spit out two words, "Take the whip." ”

The sheepskin whip is made on a jade-colored bone-like handle, and the handle is perfectly matched with the leather whip. The Maker will proudly regard it as the pinnacle of this life, just because it is now in the hands of the Emperor, and if everything else is removed, this one thing alone is enough to boast for generations.

With the emperor's name, who cares how deeply it can hurt people?

I'm afraid that it will be hung high in the ancestral hall and temple, and it will not be enough to bring it into the coffin.