Rescue Little White Flower

After receiving the warning from Monk Linghui, Zhao Xingyue vaguely guessed, but what she didn't expect was that it would come so soon.

On the way back from Dingguo Temple, Shen Qingwei's fate suddenly changed 100%, and she fainted on the carriage at the same time.

The imperial physicians from the Princess's Mansion came and went. As the only person who stayed in the carriage before Zhao Xingyue passed out, Shen Qingwei was accused of deliberately murdering and was imprisoned in the jail.

This is her second time in jail.

In the dark and cramped space, only the small windows high above, came a little light, the cold of winter came from all directions, I don’t know how long the quilt that has not been tanned is like a piece of cold iron, there is no warming effect at all, Shen Qingwei Only spread the straw on the ground on the body to minimize the loss of body heat.

Fifteenth.

She stayed in the jail for half a month. After the emperor put her in, he ignored her. Fortunately, the officials in the jail couldn’t figure out what the emperor’s attitude was. They didn’t dare to criticize her too much. Two meals a day, although it is thick tea and light rice, food and clothing are not a problem anyway.

In fact, she had long known that she would face such an ending one day—being locked up in a jail, waiting for her own death.

She did too many private things for the emperor, and she was carrying the blood of the Shen family. Even if she personally betrayed her family, as long as she was still surnamed Shen, as long as she had Shen Yihuan in the blood flowing through her veins. Half of her blood, the emperor could never truly trust her.

Not to mention, she also knew too many secrets,

If you want to keep a secret forever, the best way is to keep everyone who knows it silent, and the only way to achieve this effect is to make everyone who knows the secret dead.

She just didn't expect it so fast.

But when you think about it, it's not entirely unreasonable.

It was only a matter of time before the emperor acted on her, but Zhao Xingyue's sudden coma, which became a catalyst, made him angry and gave him an excuse.

She was not afraid of death, not to say how violent she was, but when she left the capital, she guessed her end, not to mention Shen Yihuan's reminder before he died.

The only thing she worries about is one person.

Zhao Xingyue.

Your Royal Highness the Princess.

She saw the light in her eyes fade, she suddenly fell backwards, she saw her stunned reflection reflected in her black eyes, and she closed her eyes.

The imperial physician could not diagnose her illness, and no one knew what happened to her. The only thing everyone knew was that Shen Qingwei was the last person who had contact with Zhao Xingyue before she fell into a coma.

The sound of the keys hitting each other gradually approached, accompanied by a light and heavy strange footsteps, a gloomy jailer walked to Shen Qingwei's cell and knocked on the fence fiercely, "Shen Qingwei, Your Majesty wants to see you."

Shen Qingwei got up from the ground, her hands and feet stiffened by the unfailing cold, she patted for a while before she cleaned the straw on her body.

The jailer had opened the door and stared at her with gloomy eyes.

"Shen Qingwei, I warn you to be honest, don't let me find out what you have done to your Highness, or I will definitely kill you."

Shen Qingwei tidyed up her clothes a little, and when she stepped out of the cell, she lowered her eyes, "If I really did something to her, I would kill myself without you."

How could she hurt her.

In this world, the person who is least likely to hurt Zhao Xingyue is her Shen Qingwei.

Even when she was in the most painful time, she thought of not getting close to Zhao Xingyue, rather than hurting the other person.

The jailer snorted coldly, and didn't know if he believed her, and limped behind Zhao Xingyue and walked out of the jail.

As he walked, he murmured: "I said a long time ago that Shen's family is not credible, and His Royal Highness just doesn't believe it..."

The corners of Shen Qingwei's lips were bitter, but she did not refute his words.

In this jail, most of the people are diehards who have retired from the team once led by Zhao Xingyue. If the information of the Supervision Department is correct, this lame jailer has also served as Zhao Xingyue’s lieutenant. It’s a pity. He injured his leg on the battlefield and had to retire because he was good at punishment. With the help of Zhao Xingyue, he went to the jail.

So it's no wonder they are so hostile to her.

If for Daqing, Zhao Xingyue is the guardian of Daqing, then for the soldiers under Zhao Xingyue, Zhao Xingyue is their god.

Their gods lost the ability to show their miracles on the battlefield because of falling horses, and they were in a coma in a carriage, not knowing when they would wake up or die. For them, it was undoubtedly the collapse of faith again and again. .

Even though Shen Qingwei was innocent, they couldn't help but anger her.

The emperor couldn’t let himself go for no reason. Only one person was sent. Obviously, he was not going to interrogate her. If it was to be interrogated, at least two jailers appeared at this time, and she should not rely on herself. His legs walked well, but were escorted over.

Shen Qingwei, who is so familiar with this set of procedures, the more she goes outside, the more hope rises in her heart.

The emperor let her out, does it mean that Zhao Xingyue is already awake.

Thinking of this possibility, her heart couldn't stop cheering.

But seeing the emperor, Shen Qingwei's inner joy was quickly suppressed.

"Your Majesty, Shen Qingwei has brought it here."

Shen Qingwei stood there, did not kneel down, but looked at the emperor's face rather impolitely.

The face of the young emperor was haggard. Less than the spirited spirit she had seen from his face a few days ago, the eyes of the two foxes, who had always been shining brightly, also wrote confused.

"Shen Qingwei, you see that your majesty does not kneel, but--"

"Shut up." The young emperor regained his senses in the sharp voice of the eunuch, and gave Shen Qingwei a tired look. He didn't say anything about her behavior of not saluting, but said: "Let's go, A sister wants to see you."

Shen Qingwei's footsteps seemed to be stuck to the ground, and the joy in her heart was taken away, and her fear was like a huge black hole, swallowing all her courage.

She opened her mouth, her throat seemed to be stuck with iron sand, she wanted to speak, but she didn't hear her own voice.

The emperor turned around and waited for her patiently.

It took a while before Shen Qingwei recovered from the daze, and heard her own voice, "Your Highness, what's wrong with Your Highness?"

The emperor glanced at her, and sadness flashed in his eyes.

"You'll know if you just let me go."

...

Today is a rare good day.

The breeze is gentle, the sun is shining, and the cold winter wind does not know where it is hiding. The floating in the air is known as a warm thing.

The emperor did not take Shen Qingwei directly to the princess mansion, but took her back to the new Shen mansion, which is her residence. She had already waited for the people there in advance, and after she got out of the carriage, she was sent to the bath. Everything you need to change clothes.

Hot water, warm soup, long hair finally turned from straw to smooth under the maid's unremitting efforts.

Shen Qingwei looked at herself in the mirror, some of which was almost unrecognizable.

The days in the jail were not happy.

The horrible thing is not the screams and wailing that sound all the time, nor the mosquitoes, rats, and ants. The truly horrible thing is loneliness.

The boundless darkness is ready to swallow people at any time, and Shen Qingwei finally uses her own experience to understand why the officials of Dali Temple always love to throw prisoners into the jail before the trial.

In that kind of environment, it is indeed easy for people to fall into collapse and despair. Compared with torture, this kind of torture is more likely to break people's psychological defenses.

It was the kiss Zhao Xingyue gave to her before she lost consciousness to support Shen Qingwei in this dark day.

That kiss was a star in the dark, a light for a lone traveler, and the sweetness of her chewing memories over and over again.

Shen Qingwei saw Zhao Xingyue in the courtyard of the Princess's Mansion.

She was sitting under a plane tree, covered with a thick blanket, and the sun was lazily shining on her.

Shen Qingwei covered her mouth, "What is this--"

The first snow in the capital has not yet come down, but Zhao Xingyue's white hair is even more dazzling than snowflakes.

"The imperial doctor said that Sister Sister had an old injury, and her life was lost, and her head would turn back overnight."

Hearing the movement, Zhao Xingyue's eyelashes trembled, slowly opened her eyes, and turned her head.

Seeing the two, she showed a smile on her face, raising her hand and beckoning, "You are here."

Regardless of the emperor standing next to him, Shen Qingwei took three steps and made two steps, directly past the people beside her, and walked towards Zhao Xingyue.

She raised a smile, knelt at her feet, held her hand, and smiled sweetly: "Your Highness."

She said sincerely: "I miss you."

Zhao Xingyue laughed. Unlike the previous smile on the surface, this smile looked much brighter, making her dark eyes, which were not so glamorous, brighter again.

She lowered her head and Shen Qingwei raised her chin in cooperation to welcome the kiss that fell on her lips.

Standing in the distance, the little emperor, who was ignored by his subordinates and sister at the same time, raised his hand helplessly and blindfolded his eyes.

When he felt that the time was almost up, he put his hands down and saw that the two were still immersed in his own world. He couldn't help but complain: "Sister, do you still have my brother in your eyes."

Only then did Shen Qingwei think of Zhao Xingchen, who was standing not far away. Her cheeks blushed and she hurriedly backed away. Zhao Xingyue took her hand and motioned her to stand up. The face of the sister who was seen by her younger brother was not ashamed, but instead looked a little bit ashamed. Straightforwardly said: "You should wait half an hour before coming back."

The little emperor stared, a little unbelievable: "Sister A——"

With such a naive look on his face, Shen Qingwei looked at him and keenly caught the sorrow that flashed in his eyes.

After teasing her brother enough, Zhao Xingyue raised her hand and said to the little emperor like a puppy: "Don't be wronged, come here."

The little emperor walked over happily, squeezed away from Shen Qingwei's position, and leaned on her side. Zhao Xingyue supported his shoulder and put a soft kiss on his forehead, "Is that satisfied?"

The little emperor's cheeks were even more red than Shen Qingwei.

Since—since he took the throne, Zhao Xingyue has never expressed his feelings to him in this way.

There was a warmth in his heart, as if he had returned to when he was just a few years old, crying in the palace every day, and being bullied by the slaves, alone and scared in the palace, every time a sister from When he came back from the palace, when he came back from the army, he would pick him up, give him a sweet kiss, tell him that she is there, don't be afraid.

But now, his sister is leaving.

He told himself that he couldn't show any uncomfortable traces in front of Zhao Xingyue, but he couldn't restrain his sight from following. Zhao Xingyue was in the sun with white hair shining with silver light.

"Qingwei, you go to rest first," Zhao Xingyue said: "I have something to say with Chen'er."

"Yes, do you want to talk in the room? Although the weather today is good, you are not suitable for staying long."

"It won't take long."

Shen Qingwei retreated, Zhao Xingyue's gaze turned from her and fell on her younger brother.

"Chen'er," she used words that couldn't be more naked to expose the little emperor's fear: "Sister A will always die."