Startled Meng

As soon as the door opened, miasma rushed out of the room, Yu Fangzhi held his nose and retreated, but Yan Cijing didn't take half a step back, and turned around neatly and entered the room.

Yu Fangzhi glanced at the dark red broken wooden door with peeling paint, but he had no choice but to follow Yan Cijing in.

As soon as the door is closed, the celebration of the Qianqing Festival goes away. It turns out that in this deep palace, there is still a place that is incompatible with Jiaoliang Jinxiu.

Into the eyes is broken walls and beams.

The two vermilion doors have fallen off, and they were trampled off on the steps. The room can be seen at a glance, with broken bowls, shabby beds piled up with cotton wadding, straw scattered everywhere in the small courtyard, and placed by the walls. With a cracked water tank, it is a bigger cell.

Yu Fangzhi sniffed, as if the inside was covered with dust: "I said—"

"what--"

Yu Fangzhi was startled, and pulled Yan Cijing behind him: "What voice?"

Yan Cijing pressed his hand to make him quiet, and motioned him with his eyes to look behind the large water tank that made the sound.

There were rusty chains around the water tank, and the person trapped by the chains was hiding behind the big water tank, with a corner of the dusty long coat showing and shaking slightly.

Yu Fangzhi gave Yan Cijing a frightened look, pushed his hand away, and planned to check it out by himself, but seeing Yan Cijing looking at him worriedly, he nodded, expressing that he was not afraid of anything.

Slowly moving to the front of the water tank, Yu Fangzhi stepped on a puddle of yellow water stains, the smell was a bit terrible, but at this time the disheveled head behind the water tank was what he had to pay attention to.

He spoke: "Girl, you—"

"Hah-"

Yu Fangzhi's reaction was extremely fast, the hand knife that was slashed in an instant barely stopped on the top of the woman's head, shouted and got stuck in the middle of the roar, and the hairs all over her body stood on her head in an instant.

He looked in surprise at the man on the ground who lacked eyes, tongue, ears, and hands, if he could still be called a human being.

Her hair was like withered grass, her face was filthy, and the dilapidated palace dress faded into gray cloth, which loosely wrapped her body, which was shaking like chaff. Without her ten fingers, it was hard to see. She shrank her arms and tried to hide, but every time she moved, The shackles on the ankles will make a harsh friction sound.

Yan Cijing took out the lotus hairpin from his sleeve: "The last time she escaped from the cold palace and bumped into me, I picked this up."

The hairpin has been cleaned by the strict mirror, and the blood stains on the hairpin rod are washed away, and the whole body is shining with silver light. The white jade lotus flower on the head of the hairpin is exquisitely carved, as pure as a lotus in clear water.

He showed this hairpin to Xia Changying, who told him that the hairpin was the late Concubine Yun's favorite.

Yu Fangzhi squinted his eyes and looked carefully, he already had a guess in his mind, and then looked behind the water tank, the maid was dragging the chain back to the corner, her right ankle was bloody and bloody, and the scar was deep enough to show the bone.

Miserable as a ghost, but Yan Cijing was not afraid, walked slowly, squatted in front of the maid, and only put the lotus hairpin on the back of her exposed hand after her fear passed.

"This is your thing, remember?"

The maid's face was buried deep in her knees, feeling the cold and slender thing on the back of her hand, and suddenly the back of her hand was turned over by the person in front of her, and she felt the familiar carving texture on the palm of her hand.

She cried suddenly, tears flowed from her empty eye sockets, she whimpered, and buried herself deeper in her knees, knowing that the way she cried was terrifying, and she didn't dare to show her face to others.

The warmth attached to the back of my hand has not been removed, and the person opposite is very patient: "Do you have something to tell me?"

She nodded, more tears poured out, she didn't care much, she showed her face and wept, but what did she say?What would she say without her tongue to speak and her fingers to write?

"Ha ha--"

Yan Cijing was also impatient when she heard her exhale hurriedly, her hand was clenched so tightly that she didn't even bother to take it back: "What exactly do you want to tell me?"

The palace maid was crying and shaking, she couldn't say what she wanted to say, she was in so much pain that Yan Cijing felt deeply powerless.

He was unconsciously swayed by the palace maid's painful and crazy emotions, and suddenly felt a sense of melancholy and bewilderment that had been confined for a long time, as if the shackles were not only imposed on her alone.

Chen Kaiyang's violent death didn't really trap Yan Cijing to death, but it was almost there. He knew that he was already a discarded pawn in Wei Cheng's place, but he was not reconciled.

It is undeniable that Yu Fangzhi stopped him from administering the medicine. It was undeniably timely. Afterwards, he thought about it carefully, and let Wei Cheng die in such an ignorant way, with sins that were not exposed all over his body. It was too unfair to those who died in vain.

But now he has almost no retreat, only this hairpin, this hairpin is his only hope.

"Who are you? Where did this hairpin come from?"

"Why are you trapped in this cold palace?"

"Strict speech mirror!"

Yu Fang knew when he came up behind him, stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, as if to comfort him, but there was a faint deterrence in his words, which sounded like thunder in Yan Cijing's ears, and instantly let him out of the daze.

Yu Fangzhi picked up the hairpin and held it tightly in his hand. No one noticed his tense jaw. When he spoke, his voice was not too loud, so that everyone could hear the content of what he said clearly, but the content of what he said Only he himself knows how much he forbears his emotions.

"Are you... called Luqi?"

Yan Cijing followed up and read: "Luqi?" So she is Luqi, Concubine Yun's personal maid?

Luqi couldn't pronounce her name with an empty mouth, so she made a mouth shape, her face showing pain, and it had been too long since anyone had said her name.

She almost forgot that Concubine Yun likes guqin, so she named her Luqi. She is very happy. Concubine Yun's piano sounds like mountains and flowing water. As free and happy as running water?

But then Concubine Yun fell into the well, and she was tortured until she was neither human nor ghost, and locked in this cold palace. Everyone called her a ghost, a rotten woman, and no one called her Luqi anymore.

Just because the name brought out the past, Luqi broke down in tears and almost knocked her head to the ground. After Yan Cijing held her firmly, she buried herself in his hands and burst into tears.

Yan Cijing's palms were wet, and tears dripped from his fingers. The cry was so shrill, it was uncomfortable to hear, and it was inconvenient to disturb him even if he knew the language. Luqi cried a lot, but soon, they found that Luqi's cry was small Yes, sobbing in the mouth, with a hideous face, as if cursing.

Yan Cijing's hand hurt so much from being scratched by her, he gasped in pain, Yu Fangzhi saw it, pinched Luqi's wrist bone to let her go, and said: "You hid Concubine Yun's old things. Ten years is not an easy task, and you have tried every means to get out of the cold palace, you have something to say, is it related to your master?"

Luqi nodded, pointed to her mouth and whimpered.

Yan Cijing said: "Since you can't make a sound, just listen to us and nod if you are right."

Luqi nodded her head like a pounding garlic, and waited eagerly with her face up.

"Is Concubine Yun's death really an accident?"

"Is Concubine Yun's death related to the collapse of the Meng family?"

The two spoke at the same time, they were taken aback after speaking, and looked at each other, seeing doubt and surprise in each other's eyes, and held back first, waiting for Luqi's response.

Guessing that Lu Qi couldn't hear the words of the two mixing together, she didn't expect that she could hear clearly, she shook her head first, then nodded.

The two questions can actually be counted as one, and the speaker knows: "Concubine Yun's death is related to the Meng family, and Concubine Yun fell into the well because of someone's scheme."

The news of Concubine Yun's fall into the well spread outside the palace, and the Meng family who had been friends with Concubine Yun did not have time to grieve, because afterwards, the Meng family fell into disaster. These two incidents were related, and almost everyone who studied the Meng family Everyone in the case will be suspicious.

In response, Lu Qi nodded decisively.

Yan Cijing then asked: "Did Concubine Yun be silenced because she knew the truth about the Meng family collaborating with the enemy?"

Green Qi nodded.

Yan Cijing still wanted to ask, but Yu Fang knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and asked, "The fact that the Meng family collaborated with the enemy was framed and slandered, right?"

Yu Fangzhi's tone was a bit fierce, and Lu Qi was frightened, but soon she nodded.

Yu Fangzhi, or Meng Jingyuan, said that his father was collaborating with the enemy, and he would not admit to killing him, but at this moment, he really heard an insider tell him that Meng Xiao was framed for collaborating with the enemy. Feeling so sad, he suddenly became depressed, and didn't want to ask anything.

Luqi seemed to be tired, she leaned her head against the mottled wall, dazed.

Yan Cijing glanced at the silent Yu Fangzhi, and asked, "The one who framed Meng Xiao and beheaded Concubine Yun and the Meng family successively was the current prime minister—Wei Cheng, right?"

When Lu Qi heard about the prime minister, she was a little dazed, but when she heard Wei Cheng, a raging hatred appeared on her face, and she began to mutter, as if cursing viciously, and then nodded heavily.

Everything was as Yan Cijing guessed, and there was nothing surprising.The person who benefited the most from Meng Xiao's accident couldn't be more obvious. The second prince ascended the throne, and Wei Cheng became the Minister of Tuogu and the current prime minister.

In order to hide the truth, Concubine Yun, who knew the inside story by some coincidence, was pushed down the well, and the maid who was close to her was dealt with. Outside the palace, no one was left alive in the Meng family. All the 110 imperial troops who encircled and suppressed the Meng family were killed, and the only one who fled It was also silenced after 14 years.

Wei Cheng's methods are extremely vicious.

The cold palace is as cold as a tomb, and the truth is buried deep in it, and now the truth has been cut out, bloody.

Luqi didn't even know who the two men in front of her were. She just revealed the secret she had kept for so many years so easily. She was so tired, so tired that after answering the question, her dilapidated body would As if being sucked out of breath, it slowly deflated.

Yan Cijing piled the straw behind her and asked her to lie down. He knew that Luqi was at the end of her battle, and Yu Fangzhi moved away the water tank that had been blocking her, even though she could no longer see the sky .

Yu Fangzhi put the lotus hairpin in her palm, but she didn't want it, so she groaned and pushed the lotus hairpin out. Yu Fang knew it, and promised: "Concubine Yun's revenge, and the rest of your life, I will kill you." Let the culprit pay back a hundredfold."

Luqi nodded, and slowly lay back on the pile of straw, the secret that supported her to the present has been finished, she has nothing to miss, no need to cry hysterically, she quietly let the last drop of tears flow from the end of her eyes .

"Luqi! If you didn't enter the palace, where would you most like to go?"

"Your Majesty playing the piano is like a high mountain and flowing water. That servant wants to see the high mountain and caress the flowing water most! What about your Majesty?"

"I——I want to live in a temple the most!"

"My lady! You are talking nonsense again!"

Luqi swallowed her last breath, thinking silently in her heart, Concubine Yun, we have not been able to fulfill our wishes in this life, let's wait for the next life...

Luqi died quietly, Yu Fangzhi took out the cotton quilt from the room and covered her up, Yan Cijing watched her quiet face being covered inch by inch, stood up slowly, and held Yu Fangzhi: "Just Using this quilt as a gift to Luqi is a bit hasty."

Yu Fangzhi looked at Yan Cijing's black pupils, thought for a while, and took out a fire pocket from his bosom.

The misty gray smoke came out, and Yan Cijing waited for Yu Fangzhi to set fire, but saw his fingers stop, and turned to wrap the wristband around his wrist.

"how?"

"Can't you see the fire?" Yu Fangzhi ignored his refusal, covered his clear eyes with a wristband, and tied a knot in the back of his head.

Yan Cijing couldn't see anything, and was about to take off the wristband when his waist tightened, and Yu Fangzhi hugged him.

With his feet empty, he subconsciously circled Yu Fangzhi, and he brought himself up to the roof.

Yu Fangzhi's lips curled up, and he leaned close to Yan Cijing's ear, coaxing:

"Don't be afraid."

The author says:

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