Feng Zhiwei opened her eyes wide in bewilderment, the tears at the corners of her eyes had already dried up, she was just waiting for the sound of the flute, wondering what the next movement would be.
The sound of the flute sounded again, slightly low, with a bit of confusion and helplessness, making one's heart tense, Feng Zhiwei clasped his fingers slightly, waiting in his own heartbeat for the sound of the flute to fall into eternal sadness.
However, the sound of the flute did not keep sinking, but gradually became gentler, soft and delicate like the drizzle in three springs. The breeze is cruising in the vast universe, nowhere to be found, but everywhere.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt tired in such an indistinct tune, listening to this flute, it was like listening to the ups and downs of a person's life's journey of heart, when the end will be prosperous and prosperous, I hope the years will be quiet and peaceful.
The ups and downs of the sea of hearts, as if illuminated by the moonlight, gradually turned to tranquility.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
In the dream, there is still the sound of the flute, so faint, tireless and comforting for a long time.
At dawn, Feng Zhiwei opened her eyes, feeling full of energy and energy, even her eyes were bright enough to kill.
Although she never suffered from insomnia in the past two years, she had a lot of dreams and was haunted by nightmares and was mentally tired. She also asked Zong Chen to prescribe medicine, but the effect was not great. It was a heart disease, she knew.
Last night I listened to the flute in the dark, and I somehow got into a state of mind. I fell asleep without knowing it, and I didn't even have a dream. This night in the dark was actually the best sleep in two years.
Thinking of last night's dream that he seemed to hear the sound of the flute all the time, Feng Zhiwei was secretly grateful. I don't know how long that person played it. This kind of blowing method is very harmful to the body. It is better not to hurt the internal organs. Presumably, there are probably people with this skill and level. It's Zong Chen, and I don't know where to learn the new tune, Feng Zhiwei is going to thank him in person when this matter is over.
Hua Qiong saw that she was looking good, and said with a smile, "I heard the flute sound last night, did it bother you?"
"You think it's noisy?" Feng Zhiwei looked at her in astonishment.
"No, it sounds nice, but I don't feel anything." Hua Qiong stretched and got up.
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, thinking that what tune was played to whoever listened to it, if there was no suitable mood, the feeling would naturally be different.
Last night, she originally thought that something was going to happen, she didn't intend to close her eyes, she didn't want to be calm, she even fell asleep because of the blow, and she didn't know how much effort Zong Chen put in to arrange the guards outside.
With a creak, the prison door above opened, and a man whose face could not be seen stood at the door, and said loudly: "The minister of the Ministry of Rites, Wei Zhi, will interrogate..."
Upon hearing the sentence of interrogation, Hua Qiong had a happy face, and said with a smile: "Okay, interrogation!"
The joint trial of the three judicial divisions can at least prevent the Criminal Ministry's family from tampering with the confession in the case file, and it is impossible to extract a confession through torture.
The sentence of interrogation is simple, but it is not easy to really do it in this situation, Feng Zhiwei lost his mind for a while, and smiled.
With a sullen face, Peng Pei came down with a group of chiefs of the criminal department. With a wave of his hand, the yamen servant stepped forward and opened the cell door, holding a set of ordinary chains in his hand. According to the rules, if you feel wronged, you will be fine."
Feng Zhi smiled and stretched out his hand, but Gu Nanyi on the opposite side suddenly snorted coldly.
He broke the servant's finger with a single stone yesterday, the servant trembled in fright, and quickly touched a pair of smaller chains on his body.
Gu Nanyi snorted again, and looked down on the ground, probably looking for stones.
The yamen servant had no choice but finally found out a thin chain that was probably for women, and said with a bitter face: "My lord, this is the lightest..."
Feng Zhiwei smiled at Gu Nanyi, mouthed "wait for me to go home together", and very cooperatively let people put on the shackles. Peng Pei and others stood far away on the steps, away from the fire Walnut Hua Qiong was far away, afraid that if they approached, this crazy woman would raise the brazier and throw the brazier on them.
Hua Qiong grinned at them, thinking you were smart.
Feng Zhiwei was surrounded by a large group of guards and went out. Hua Qiong suddenly said loudly: "Peng Pei, I heard that your daughter married the Minnan Li family and just gave birth to a son? Congratulations, I heard that your grandson gave birth Two? Quite strong? Congratulations, I heard that your son has just filled the position of Treasurer of the military selection department of the Ministry of War? There is a fat vacancy, congratulations!"
Peng Pei, who was reported by Hua Qiong about the big and small things in the family, suddenly staggered...
The Trial Hall of the Three Jurisdictions is still located in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the chief judge of the Criminal Department, the joint trial of the Metropolitan Procuratorate of Dali Temple, the two great scholars of Hu Shengshan and Wu Yuanming, all the princes, and the eunuch Jia Gonggong, the chief eunuch of the Jiuyi Palace next to Emperor Tiansheng—a very luxurious lineup. The last time the lineup was similar was when Wu Guo conspired against the case at the founding of the country.
Several princes, one person and one case, lined up on the left side of the hall, all drinking tea slowly. Among them, Ning Yi couldn't help coughing. The second prince squinted at him and said with a smile: "What's wrong with the sixth son today? Hard work? Or did you not sleep at all last night?"
"How can the second brother work hard?" Ning Yi clenched his fists and coughed a few times on the side of his lips, his voice was a little hoarse, "I heard that the wives of Xinna in the palace have been visiting frequently recently. Lonely girl? The second brother has always been fierce, why can't he be covered in rain and dew now? Haha."
The smile on the second prince's face froze—the princes' palaces all have concubines, some of them are given by themselves, and some are given by brothers. The former is fine, but everyone knows that the latter is a spy. The second prince originally thought I have already cleaned up all the concubines in the mansion, and all the concubines sent by Ning Yi have been dismissed in some way. I don’t want to listen to Ning Yi’s tone, but I dare not clean them up. The female relatives have contacts, but the sixth child knows it too!
He was thinking about how to clean up again when he returned to the mansion, so he forgot to continue to sneer and sneer, and made a fool of it after a haha.
"The prisoner was brought to..."
The eyebrows of a group of princes with brilliant feathers on the seat twitched, and they couldn't help but sit upright. Only Ning Yi was still leaning halfway, frowning slightly, thinking that this title was really good for Feng Zhiwei. It doesn't go well.
The crisp and subtle sound of shackles sounded, Ning Yi frowned again, and then he saw a young man in a clean robe walking slowly in the shadow of the sunlight in front of the hall.