"Go, bring me a bowl of black chicken soup!"
"The Ministry of Criminal Justice is so poor that it doesn't even have black-bone chickens? Didn't it mean that there are often bitter masters who give you money? After filling the plaintiffs and the defendants? It doesn't mean that some murderers simply slaughter white ducks. Yes? I heard that the market price for the deceased is 3,000 taels for a three-entry courtyard... Oh, black chicken soup is coming soon? Okay, I won’t talk about it.”
"..."
Grandma Hua lay on the square table in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, drank chicken soup and sang ditties comfortably, commanding a group of prison officials who wanted to cry without tears. .”
After a while, Feng Zhiwei brought a quilt, a large cloak, and walnut kernels, and Yan Huaishi brought supplements to his wife, so there was no supply of supplements, only a medicine shop was opened, ginseng, bird's nest and shark's fin were all over the floor, Yan Huaishi came in handy. They also stuffed silver bills for all the prison officials and yamen servants present, and the yamen servants were coaxed into obedience by the couple with a big stick and a sweet date, and they also graciously helped carry the supplements.
Feng Zhiwei smiled and pointed to the wound on Hua Qiong's arm while eating the rose gold silk cake sent by Yan Huaishi, "Does it hurt?"
"My heart hurts!" Yan Huaishi replied generously, Hua Qiong was about to stare at him, but he smiled and said, "But it's right, if only it hit me."
Hua Qiong slapped him and smiled angrily, "With your body, what can you stand!"
Her eyes are flowing, and the dark eyes are vivid and bright under the light, full of smiles.
Feng Zhi looked at the young couple flirting with a slight smile, there was a little joy and a little loneliness in his eyes.
Young Master Gu, who had been eating walnuts without speaking, looked at the pair seriously, tilting his head and wondering what he was thinking.
Yan Huaishi couldn't stay for long, he left after delivering something, winked at Feng Zhiwei before leaving, Feng Zhiwei nodded slowly.
"Go to bed early tonight." Hua Qiong said, "I heard that today the cabinet is arguing over whether the case should be presided over by the Ministry of Criminal Justice or the three judicial departments. Favorable resolution, but also to monitor the Ministry of Criminal Justice so that it can't make any moths today, and you have to be careful if someone whispers in your majesty's ear. He is the prince in charge of the Sanju Department. It's not convenient to come to see you today. Please let me tell you, he trusts you, and you don't. Believe him."
"Naturally, you have to trust him." Feng Zhiwei stretched lazily, "I can't protect me, and the Criminal Department won't belong to him in the future. Their brothers are so close to drawing their knives when they fight. In the battlefield of imperial power, no one can lose. rise."
"I stay here because I'm afraid that someone will carry the earth bag for you at night." Hua Qiong lay comfortably and said with a smile, "I know you should also have arrangements, but you have to see it with your own eyes to be at ease."
"Who else is more suitable to stay here than you?" Feng Zhiwei squeezed her hand and said softly, "Go to sleep."
She slowly lay down and slept on her soft and comfortable cloak. Under the cloak was the straw in the prison cell of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, which rustled. In such a small voice, she thought of her mother and younger brother. When they were in the sky prison, they were covered with straw. Not such a straw? Is the spoiled Feng Hao very scared? How did mother comfort him at that time
At that time, no one came to visit the prison, no one shed blood for them to protect them, no one sent warm and soft cloaks, and on the last night of their lives, they slept on moldy straw with fear and sorrow in their arms.
There is more drumming in the distance, and it sounds far away here. It sounds empty and lonely. The light yellow light of the oil lamp is dimly reflecting the dark shadows in the dark prison. Walking slowly in silence.
In the quiet breath, Feng Zhiwei opened his eyes wide and remained motionless.
After a while, crystal water droplets gradually gathered from the corners of her eyes, which grew bigger and bigger, and finally fell into a deep arc, unbearable to the trembling in the wind, slowly flowing down the corners of her eyes, and silently seeped into her temples.
The corner of the black temples became wet in an instant.
This was the first time in two years that she truly shed tears for the death of her mother and younger brother. All the tears that she shed in Ning'an Palace in front of Emperor Tiansheng were just acting. She was crying, but her heart was burning with grief and anger.
After that night of vigil, she carried the coffin away in the heavy snow at dawn, and dug two tombs in the woods on the outskirts of Beijing, but she never shed tears.
The bloodiest memory is hidden in the deepest part of her heart, and she doesn't give herself a chance to indulge her sorrow.
Only let the tears flow in the bottom of my heart soak the bitter Huanian every day.
Tonight, in the same big prison, the past happened one after another, ringing the pace of that year's snowy and cool.
Weep silently.
On the opposite side, Gu Nanyi suddenly opened his eyes and listened quietly in the darkness.
He obviously couldn't hear anything, but he seemed to hear everything clearly.
Weep silently.
But suddenly there was the sound of flute in the distance.
Feng Zhi was slightly startled.
In the first moment, she thought it was Zong Chen. In her impression, he was very good at playing the flute, but because she often listened to it, she was also familiar with the sound of Zong Chen's flute. Although the skill of this flute is not inferior to his, it is clearer and deeper, gentle and gentle. Although the melody is melancholy, it does not have the meaning of mourning, but has a faint sense of grandeur. open.
The flute is an ethereal instrument, and it is easy to play sad tunes, but the sound of this flute is special.
The Ministry of Punishment compound occupies a vast area, and the dungeon goes deep underground. The sound of the flute can be heard, which proves that the opponent has used internal force to play the flute.
Feng Zhiwei listened quietly in the dark, capturing every ups and downs of the tune almost cherishingly. The tune was very strange, not the ones circulated in the imperial court and the market. The subtle emotion of not daring to retreat.
Gradually, it becomes heavy and heavy, with one tightening, one sinking and one falling together, protruding light and joyful sound, melodious and long, bright and brilliant, like clouds breaking through the moon, and the tide of the moon is rushing and chasing waves.
Feng Zhiwei listened to the tune, the corners of her lips gradually curled up into a smile, at this moment, she was connected with the flute player, knowing that at this moment, that person would also be immersed in joy.
However, the brisk and agile sound was only for a moment, and suddenly there was a turning point, which was a dangerous crack sound, Feng Zhiwei's heart was shocked, the sound of the flute suddenly turned high and agitated, the silver bottle burst into the wind and thunder rolled, like lightning flashing in the sky Above the nine heavens, light rises, clouds grow, fire bursts, stars fall... There is a huge and irreparable gap between heaven and earth...