"You guys are guilty of bullying the king." His thoughts were extremely confused, and when he said the words, he realized that he had hurried in.
The oil lamp was dim, and the faces of the people were distorted and weird.
On the table, a few glasses of wine were turned over, the wine fell to the ground, and the edamame scattered on the table.
One of them raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Oh, Brother Zhang is back."
Prison Miaoquan. It was him who just proposed. His younger sister married Lingrui Wangfu's accountant as a concubine earlier, and he immediately took up his post.
Zhang Jin hurriedly took a step forward and said with a smile: "If you ate more wine, it is inevitable that you will make a slip of the tongue. This is absolutely impossible."
Miao Quan sneered.
"Brother Zhang once served in the Ministry of Rites, so how can we rough people get in your eyes? It's just that if Brother Zhang agrees to what happened today, then Miao Quan can let eldest brother take the lead."
He was not sure what he said, and all the jailers laughed.
"If there is another corpse tomorrow, Miao Quan will only say that this adult ate too much wine and offended the body of the imperial concubine."
Zhang Jin opened his mouth slightly, the weather was extremely cold, but he was already sweating heavily.
In the air, suddenly there was a thin sound.
If there is any, if you look for it carefully, it seems to be just a trance.
"My lord, who should come first?"
In the cell, a faint voice came out. She wasn't so delicate and charming, but she was indeed the woman who once gathered three thousand pets.
But that voice, in this cold New Year's Eve, suddenly gave people an indescribable sense of comfort, and also plucked the strings that were swollen in the bottom of my heart.
More than a dozen prison guards looked at each other, with deep desires in their eyes, and everyone had the intention of grinding their fists for a while.
Xue Xue, swept in by the wind, slightly rolled up the curtain in front of the cell in front of everyone.
Zhang Jin clenched his fists, only staring at the place.
That's right, this thin silk was laid by the eunuch Xu Gong, the eunuch beside the emperor, on the day when Concubine Nian was in prison.
As soon as the curtain fell, the woman's makeup was covered.
Is the human face burning like a peach blossom in March? But never knew.
Zhang Jin was the last jailer to come in, and all the messengers fell on him.
Occasionally, she would beg for some water.
Zhang Jin handed things in through the fence. That hand, sticking out from the white silk, was tiny, with neatly trimmed nails, and the ten fingers were not stained with the color of Dan Kou.
After three days in prison, she was as quiet as a dead person, giving people a feeling as if the curtain was pulled open, and there was actually no one inside. until now.
Nian Xuanji was able to relieve him, but Zhang Jin thought that this woman was probably crazy.
A force suddenly pushed him away, and he was taken aback, only to see Miao Quan rushing to the cell, taking out the key, and touching the curtain with one hand, with a wretched and greedy expression.