Ye Zheng hastily presented the roster.
Zhu Feng took the roster, although it was only a few thin sheets of paper, but his hand that could easily wield the long steel sword sank slightly, as if the few sheets of paper weighed a thousand catties.
He squeezed the roster tightly, and then said to Xu Miaoyin and the others: "You all go back."
After speaking, he stepped back and prepared to close the door.
At this time, Ye Zheng stepped in with one foot.
Zhu Feng frowned.
Ye Zheng hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the roster is finished, and the lower officials still have to send it out."
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and let him into the imperial study.
Xu Miaoyin and the concubines slowly stood up, although seeing Ye Zheng go in, maybe things will turn around, but her heart is still heavy.
So many people have died.
And Wu Wan, who was standing behind her, had a gloomy expression.
Ye Zheng, don't mess up this matter.
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Walking into the imperial study room, just a few steps away, Ye Zheng felt cold sweat all over his back.
He often comes to this imperial study room, but he has never felt such a strong invisible pressure like this moment, making it difficult for him to breathe and heartbeat.
And Zhu Feng had already walked to the table and sat down.
He opened the roster and glanced at the names on it one by one.
Li Yulan, Wang Yue, Lin Xianger, Wu Juan...
Then, he let out a sigh of relief.
Turned to the second page -
Yang Zhenzhen, Yunmei, Xiuya, Cao Jingyi...
Every time he saw a name, his breath would change slightly, Ye Zheng stood beside him, he couldn't understand it.
After reading the last page and the last name, Zhu Feng was silent for a while, then picked up a pen, ticked off the list, and said, "Let's post it."
Ye Zheng quickly took it over and said, "Yes."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and went out, but just as he was about to open the door, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "Stop."
Ye Zheng's heart trembled again, he hurriedly stopped, and looked back at him: "Your Majesty, what else do you want?"
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "Tomorrow—the roster will still be handed over to me."
Ye Zheng's heart skipped a beat.
Immediately nodded and said: "Yes."
Then he opened the door and walked out.
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The bloody smell in the execution room on this day was several times heavier than before.
It is difficult for people to breathe.
After another splash of cold water failed to wake Si Nanyan from the rack, the guards finally released her from the rack with curses.
One of the jailers scolded: "You damn girl, you have a tough mouth."
"Yeah, everyone else was crying and screaming and begging for mercy, but she refused to say a word, not even screaming."
"It's not easy for her to confess in this way."
"Pooh!"
Hearing this, the leading jailer said harshly: "Anyway, the message from Concubine Kang has been passed on, it's best for her to confess, if she doesn't confess, hmph, it's death!"
"That's true."
"Anyway, she's not going to live."
Several people dragged her into the cell like a piece of meat. Along the way, the maids locked in the cells on both sides cried and screamed, and some even fainted from fright.
Nanyan was thrown on a pile of hay by them, and the gate was closed again.
The blood on his body flowed down, soaking the dry grass under his body.
At this time, Nan Yan slowly opened his eyes.
Just now, almost, I couldn't make it through.
Although pretending to be dead is too useless, but no matter what, it is good to suffer less.
With the last bit of strength she clenched her fists.
"I don't want... to die here..."