Yang Tingfeng's face was ashen when he heard the words, and his complexion was as pale as a piece of white paper. He raised his jet-black eyes and looked at the dark and gloomy prison in front of him. His eyes were empty, and there seemed to be a breath of despair and desolation. . The thin and thin figure was covered by the messy black hair, mixed with the rancid smell in the air, the whole person seemed lifeless.
He's going to die on the fifteenth of this month? Thinking that he is a prince who has not enjoyed enough glory and wealth, but in the end he ended up with a notorious end, he is really useless. This is retribution, it is really a coincidence.
Just die, you will be free soon, the fifteenth day of this month is not far away, you just have to wait a little longer.
Just why are you still not reconciled...
Yang Tingfeng took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to calm down and live in his own world.
Concubine Shu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly yelled, "No, that's not the case. I want to see the emperor. He shouldn't be like this. Feng'er in this palace can't die. That's his child. He can't do this. How can your majesty do that?" If you can bear to kill your own child, you are just an abandoned child, and it is fine if you die, so why do you want my child to be buried with you!"
Concubine Shu still doesn't think there is anything wrong with Yang Tingfeng killing Princess Heqin. If it wasn't for Princess Heqin's aggressiveness, and if Yang Tingfeng's medicine hadn't been changed, which caused Yang Tingfeng's temper to deteriorate, these things would never have happened.
"My son can't die, he can't die. Your majesty is confused, that is my son and your majesty's child, is he so hard-hearted!"
The heart-piercing cries seemed extremely desolate in the dark prison, the sound was piercing, and it didn't feel a bit annoying to Yang Tingfeng's ears.
"Feng'er, go beg your father, go beg him, he will forgive you, your own flesh and blood, the death of an abandoned son is not worth your burial, you go beg him." Not far away, Yang Tingfeng, who lost a trace of anger, said.
"Enough, stop talking!" Yang Tingfeng frowned and growled in dissatisfaction.
He raised his dull eyes and looked towards the direction of Concubine Shu's cage. Even though several prison cells were separated, those heavy black eyes seemed to be reflected in her eyes, and an inexplicable fear arose in his heart.
Concubine Shu was wiping her tears, feeling aggrieved by being yelled at by Yang Tingfeng like this. She knew that a man like Yang Tingfeng would not be able to let go of face, and would not be able to lick his face to beg. How willing she is.
"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!" She gritted her teeth, her supposedly beautiful face suddenly aged a dozen years, wrinkled, and the rouge powder on the remaining face was half yellow and half white, like a life-threatening death... The old ghost, dressed in shabby clothes.
"I'm not reconciled... Do you think I'm reconciled... Heh." Yang Tingfeng muttered to himself, what did he do wrong? Why did he end up like this!
Concubine Shu shook her hands, thinking that since the emperor can't do it, she still has Yang Tingjing. She is his biological mother. Although she poisoned him since she was a child, shouldn't Yang Tingjing save her as her son? Isn't it natural to save parents
"There is still Yang Tingjing, and this palace still has Yang Tingjing." Concubine Shu seemed to have revived hope in her eyes, and she was in a much more energetic state than before.
"Hehe!" Yang Tingfeng glanced at the direction of Concubine Shu, a mocking smile appeared on his face of disastrous defeat.
Concubine mother, you are too naive, is Yang Tingjing stupid enough to come to intercede for us? You were so clever at the beginning, but now you are so stupid to beg the person you harmed.
Do you really think Yang Tingjing is a kind person
"You brought Yang Tingjing here, I want to see him." Concubine Shu held the railings with both hands, and looked at the laborers resting beside her with arrogance, her eyes flashed with arrogance.
Concubine Shu completely forgot that she had met Yang Tingjing before. If Yang Tingjing wanted to help her, he would have done so long ago.
"No." The laborer was taken aback for a moment, then said without turning his head, and sat on the armchair to rest by himself, with a satisfied expression on his face.
This woman is so stupid that she can go to the Seventh Prince for help. If he helped her and called him the Seventh Prince, wouldn't he be aiming at the muzzle of the gun? There is no gain or loss.
"Imperial Concubine, now the Seventh Prince is not just the Seventh Prince, he is also a prince, Prince Yang, do you think that he is a person like us who can meet each other when we meet?" Labor said indifferently.
"As a reward, you help me call Yang Tingjing here." Concubine Shu threw the hair ornament on her head at the laborer, regardless of the damage to the gold and silver, but looked at him with heartache.
These are worth a lot of money to their people, the laborer weighed the weight of the gold and silver in his hands, secretly glanced at her, and hid the things in his sleeves as he walked out. He secretly rejoiced, isn't it just to invite the Seventh Prince to come, it's not easy, as to whether the Seventh Prince will come or not is unknown.
After a long time, Concubine Shu's heart trembled when she came back from labor alone, her hands were clenched tightly, and the bulging veins were faintly visible on her fair skin.
"Where is the person, where is the Seventh Prince?" Concubine Shu Gui asked word by word.
"Your Majesty, it's not that the servant doesn't want to help you, but that the servant really doesn't have the ability to see the Seventh Prince. Now that the Seventh Princess is pregnant, the Seventh Prince ordered that no one should be seen." Laozi said.
Looking at the helpless expression of the laborer, the result is already obvious, the Seventh Prince does not intend to come to see her, nor will he come to see her.
"You trash! This palace is his biological mother, how can he refuse to save her, Yang Tingjing, do you still have a conscience?" Concubine Shu's eyes were red with resentment, she stared straight at the jailer in panic.
"He is the Seventh Prince, and you are not the high-ranking Concubine Shu of the past. As a prisoner, you can see that the Eighth Prince is quieter than you." The laborer said dissatisfiedly, the more he talked about labor and management, the more enthusiastic he was, "This It’s not as good as before, you pretend to be noble.”
"Why didn't you think of your conscience when you poisoned the Seventh Prince, and even wanted the Seventh Prince to come to see you in person and plead for you, wouldn't your conscience hurt? It's just a dream."
The other slaves were sitting at the table, all chatting and laughing happily, saying mocking words from time to time, which fell on Concubine Shu's heart, only to show a hideous look on their faces.
"Okay, don't struggle, come out with us, you are not an empress anymore, we still respect you if we call you empress, you have been demoted to an official woman, follow the little ones to the cold palace." One of them Labor said impatiently.
In the palace, Concubine Li talks with the emperor.
Her white slender fingers seemed to be provocative, stroking the man's skirt from time to time, her delicate and beautiful face was like a gentle smile, and her plain dress made her body thinner, which made people feel distressed.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Shu was imprisoned, and she was relegated with the status of Concubine Meng, but the vacant position of Concubine is not a solution. I don't know how you will deal with it." Concubine Li concealed her desire, with a look on her face Looking at the man below him calmly, her tone was soft and graceful, full of coquettishness.