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There are too many people involved in the case of Tangci, Qin Yan, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Prince Yu's Mansion, Ding Yongchang, the head of the imperial examination last year... an important member of an extremely personable minister, an embarrassing and prominent royal family member, who speaks lightly but holds back There are rumors in the ruling and opposition circles that the little officials in the throat can't be alone, whether they are voluntary or not, whether they know it or not, they will be dragged into the quagmire at the moment of failure, and cannot escape.

The rumors spread quickly, and the King Lu faction already had a countermeasure to take advantage of the fire. No matter what position they held in Wen Zai Wu, they tried every means to link Tangci's incident with the East Palace. What's more, they spread rumors among the people. ——Naturally, they also know how to measure. Tang Ci is the former eldest princess Yongjia and doesn't mention it. Just a woman disguised as a man can put her to death.

After Hu Laiyan brought Jingci into the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he knew that his small calculations were probably useless, so he hurried to the Lu Palace to persuade Lu Wang and Han Ru to burn the impeachment memorial that incited the flames. The people who were sent to the streets and alleys to spread rumors in the restaurants and busy markets have also been transferred back.

as predicted.

The next day, when the emperor went to court, his face was flushed and he was proud of the spring breeze. He kept silent about Tang's speech, and only ordered the Ministry of Rites to draft a note for the canonization of the empress.

That day in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, the belt was half untied, the tears from the corners of Yici's eyes woke him up, the impulsive thoughts stopped, he only asked her, it's okay to spare her life, you will stay in Biyun Temple from now on what?Yici naturally shook her head.

The emperor took her back to the palace, shutting the canary in a golden cage, and doing nothing seemed to satisfy him.He's not feeling well recently, he doesn't want to wait any longer, even if he keeps her in front of him and looks at her every day, it's good.

After saying that, the whole hall was silent, and there were many complaints lying in the stomachs of civil and military officials who were covered under the cloaks of lenient officials, but they dared not say a word.

There are many absurd emperors in the annals of history. There is indeed no shortage of Emperor Chunyou in the history of the Jin Dynasty. According to legend, the emperor is the emperor after all, and after 13 years of patience, he finally fulfilled his dream. Even if he wants to be admonished as a courtier, he should not rush for a while, otherwise he would be blindfolded and hit the knife edge directly to die.

This is not the only shocking purpose.

After coming down to court, the emperor summoned Hu Laiyan and asked him what to do with Tang Ci.

What Hu Laiyan thought in his heart was to kill her, and it would be soon after that.But if it was so simple, why did the emperor ask him?

So he thought about it for a while, and answered bravely, Mr. Tang's misbehavior and surly words have offended Long Yan, how to deal with it should be up to His Majesty.

How to behave badly, how to speak surlyly?Hu Laiyan avoids the most important and ignores the less important. He is very smart and knows that the emperor probably should have Empress Yici’s inconvenience to execute Tang’s resignation. But after this incident, her identity is no longer a secret. It's like raising a tiger.He had a thought in his heart that he might agree with the emperor, if he said it, he might be afraid of the emperor, so he simply pushed all the burden on the emperor.

The emperor laughed and said, "Great kindness." That is to say, Hu Laiyan was ordered to write the memorial on the spot.

Like an ant on a hot pot, Hu Laiyan drafted a trembling copy, knelt down and presented it to the emperor, and refuted it after reading it.

So he drew up and refuted... After five or six times, the emperor took up the imperial pen, dipped it in cinnabar, approved the memorial, threw it to Hu Laiyan, and said with a loud smile: "Hu Aiqing has always been quick-witted and can relieve my worries. I am very happy about it." !"

The Zhongshu Sheren who is in charge of daily life notes in the hall has never been free since Hu Laiyan entered the hall, and at this moment he is even more eager to write.

Hu Laiyan took the memorial, bowed down, bowed down, and retired respectfully.

Before leaving, he glanced sadly at the Zhongshu Sheren, and thought that although he would definitely not have a good reputation in the annals of history after his death, he was really forced to take the blame for the emperor.

The memorandum was clearly written, Zhu approved it, and Hu Laiyan hurried to buy it. No one knew about it halfway, and it was too late to dissuade him.

Tattoo punishment—destroying her face, shin stick—breaking her legs and feet, and dispatching her to join the army in Liangzhou—destroying her thoughts.

All back roads are blocked.

Didn't you beg me to spare her life? I forgive you. This is already my biggest concession.

Li Shunde, an old man from the two dynasties, was waiting in front of the imperial court, and the conversation between the two could be heard clearly, feeling extremely uncomfortable as if a needle had been pricked in his heart.He wanted to persuade him a few words, but Zhang Bao grabbed his sleeve by the side to prevent him from getting into trouble.

The impulse was fleeting, and fear rolled into his heart little by little. Li Shunde hurriedly withdrew half of his toes tremblingly, and only kept feeling that in the face of the supreme power and interests, what are so few sporadic blood connections?

The emperor even cruelly forced his elder brother to death, so what's the problem with a mere niece?

It's just... poor boy.

20 years ago, the golden branches and jade leaves that everyone held in the palm of their hands for fear of flying away and contained in their mouths for fear of melting, now life is like a mustard... It is better to die than to live.

Whip wounds and sword wounds were hastily healed, and Tang Ci lay on the stone bed in the cell, staring blankly at the blue and black stone wall above his head.

She hadn't slept for two days and two nights, either because she didn't want to sleep, or because she couldn't sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, scenes from two days ago rushed into her mind, fear, despair, mourning, sadness... I can't tell how many kinds The heart-wrenching feelings were woven into a fine and dense net, and she was firmly trapped in it, and every step she took was like an ant biting her heart.

She hadn't run out of rice and water for two days and two nights, and her mind was burning in a daze yesterday. Somebody vaguely came, poked her forehead, brought her a change of clothes and a clean and thick bedding, and changed them for her.He didn't speak, just sat on the edge of the hard stone bed, watched her quietly, fed her with water, food and medicine, felt nauseous as soon as it entered her throat, and vomited it all out.That person was very patient. He fed it for a long time, over and over again, and he was willing to feed it—probably because he felt that being able to feed some was better than nothing.

Not long after, it seemed that the jailer came to chase him away. After the man left, she was willing to turn around and stretched her hand to the side to touch. The dry grass was wet. She ordered a little and licked it into her mouth. It was very salty.

Then... she cried too, silently shedding tears that she thought she had already shed.

She knows who that person is, but now she has no face to face anyone, she hates herself for being incompetent.

Hu Laiyan came to pass the decree, and also came to imprison for the first time, probably because it was rare for a royal grandson to fall in his hands, so it would be a pity not to come to imprison himself.

After Tang Ci knelt on the ground and listened to the will, she smiled sincerely and said, "That's great."

Her hopes, dignity, fantasies——had been smashed to pieces by the bloody, dirty and embarrassing facts two days ago, like a celadon cup that fell on the ground, the fragments were glued together one by one, and there was still one thing that could not be ignored The cracks in the sky should not disappear with the sun and the moon, and should not be passed by time.

She also thought about dying. After two days of starvation, she didn't even have the strength to break the lamp and cut her wrist.

The long, thin and sharp needle used in tattooing was rolled once in the black charcoal, along the drawn handwriting on the left cheek, and penetrated into the delicate and fair skin bit by bit, and the bright red blood came out densely ...

The wooden sticks used for the shin staff are as thick as an adult's forearm, and the number has not yet been reached, and the leg bones have already broken...

If the heart is dead, the pain in the body may not be felt...

Maozhou.

It is different from the letter that the dark tide is turbulent and everyone is in danger. Although Maozhou is a bit poor, compared with the two, it looks like a paradise.

It's just that in Tao Qian's Peach Blossom Garden, there are roads along the river, colorful fallen leaves, and hospitable villagers, but here in Maozhou, it's not very interesting to have one or two people.

Holding a thick stack of playbooks copied by herself, Ye Qiuniang flipped through them while sipping tea.

The scrawled, ink-stained, and wrinkled pages were all picked out and placed on the table.

Sitting across from him was Yiyang, who was named Shouling Siguo, who was plainly dressed but unrepentant, biting his fingers and watching the pile of papers on the table getting thicker and thicker. Wrist, anxiously said: "It's too much, it's too much! There wasn't so much yesterday, how can there be any reason to write more and more badly? You are deliberately trying to make trouble for me!"

Ye Qiuniang smiled faintly, took the paper back, and said lightly, "Even though Your Highness is now a sinner, I dare not treat His Highness lightly."

"But this..."

"On the way to Maozhou, Your Highness sincerely invited me to go with you to chat about boredom. I am not like His Highness, who has no worries about food and clothing. Even if I am stuck here, I must not be lazy and let such a small handy skill become unfamiliar. There is no way to even make a living.

Ye Qiuniang got up and wanted to leave, but Yiyang hurriedly grabbed her. She looked like a second-generation ancestor who didn't know the world's fireworks and didn't worry about food and clothing: "What do you worry about for a living? You stay here with me, and the money is yours." No shortage!"

"Zhilan grows in a deep valley, not because there are no people and no fragrance. A gentleman cultivates morality and morality, and does not change his festival for poverty."

Ye Qiuniang tried her best to break away Yiyang's hand that was grabbing her sleeve, but she was so strong that she couldn't break free, so she said helplessly: "Your Highness, the capital will send envoys to teach as usual in a few days. Do you want to detain more people without reason?" Other people's crimes, stay here for another year or two?"

Yiyang was chilled all over, let go of his hand, and sighed for a long while—she was not bored, she was suffering from lovesickness, every day, her heart felt as if being scratched up and down by a feather, restless.

Ye Qiuniang straightened her skirts, and looked down at a plum blossom on the wooden shelf by the bed. The plum blossom had withered long ago, but she protected it as a treasure, watering it every day and staring at it every night, barely holding it. asleep.

"Your Highness is thinking of someone?"

"No...no!" She said no, she stood up guiltily and raised her voice.

Ye Qiuniang rubbed her chin and said with a smile, "It seems I've over-thought it, then the green mountains are always surrounded by green waters, so let's not pass it by."

"Hey!" Yiyang grabbed her again, finally lowered her high head, and said softly, "I'll just copy the script for you, don't leave."

"To tell you the truth, Your Highness, I'm old now, and it's not easy to do things that are difficult for others."

Yiyang hesitated for a while, and finally said what was in his heart: "Copying... yes, copying the filial piety scriptures is copying the ancestors' precepts, I am not bad at this-but, you wrote so many playbooks, why did you only let me Copying "The Resentment of the Immortals"? Could it be that the people of Maozhou only listen to this play?"

Ye Qiuniang smiled: "How many days has your Highness copied?"

"About ten days."

"Your Highness still doesn't understand my intention?"

Yiyang shook his head: "I've always been blunt in the world, and I still hope to give advice."

Ye Qiuniang nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly said: "I have a plan, maybe I can make His Highness talk about the pain of lovesickness, but I'm not sure..."

When she finished speaking, Yi Yang earnestly said: "Even if you are [-]% sure, please tell me."

Ye Qiuniang was so teased by her anxious look that she rolled her eyebrows and asked, "Are you still copying the script?"

"copy!"

"Yesterday's perfunctory script..."

"Re-copy!"

Ye Qiuniang couldn't help reaching forward, touching her head, and said with a smile, "Good boy."

Now that the central palace is in possession, Concubine Ning has lost the emperor's favor for the time being.

But she didn't seem to care.

Among the dowry carved in huanghuali wood, she picked up a box, opened the lid, dug out a small piece with her fingertips, brought it to her nose and sniffed it.

A coquettish smile appeared on his face.