Hou Kun

Chapter 11
Xiao Fujin rushed back to the palace in the dark, when the snow was falling fiercely.The wind whistled and whistled, and with the snow in it, it blew the lanterns under the gate tower non-stop, and it swayed from side to side after a while.The kraft paper was licked wet by the snow, and there was a faint flame inside, swaying like beans.

Amin's bodyguards were strictly guarding outside Xiao Fujin's bedroom, standing motionless in the snow, touching a knife every five steps.Under the lamp, the shadows of these snowmen walk along the Linghua Gate, climb up the glazed tiles on the top of the mountain, and then climb down the drooping ridge beasts. Sometimes they are long and sometimes short, like ghosts.

The sleeping hall painted on the top of the Zhumen's painted gold palace is now a prison cell-Xiao Fujin is locked in it, and no one can get in except to send food and drink.

But there are not only secret doors in the hall, but also secret passages, which A Min never imagined.He, Ama, unexpectedly left such a big secret. Of course, this secret only belongs to the real master of the palace.Xiao Fujin came in through the secret door, and the maid who was lying on the bed hurriedly got off the floor for her, took off her coat, helped her into the warm bed, adjusted the curtains of the bed, and then stood by her side.Yingzi came back after going to change her clothes—the snow was too heavy, and the collar and skirt corners were all soaked.Just as he was going to clean up the hood and cloak that Fujin had taken off, he heard the sound of "dongdong" footsteps coming from outside the corridor.

The Zhu Hongling flower door was suddenly pushed open, the cold wind carried the snow, and rushed into the hall after a group of people in sackcloth.

The furnishings in Fujin's house also changed colors, and the original curtains were all changed to white according to the rules.At this moment, layers of white curtains were blown up by the wind, and they rolled from the door to the head of the bed with claws and teeth. Xiao Fujin suddenly felt that this is the real mourning hall, or it will soon become a mourning hall. The place where he lies should be It is an altar dedicated to the god of indigo sprinkling gold.

The leading man in plain clothes walked all the way to the bedside under the fluttering white curtain, stopped, glanced at the pool of water dripping from the hood and cape under the vermilion lacquer treasure chest behind the bed, lowered his eyes and intervened, " Fujin is auspicious, the auspicious time has come, and the slaves are here to serve Fujin on the road."

Xiao Fujin turned over and sat up, hugged the quilt, and was about to speak with a cold face, when almost at the same time, a shrill cry sounded from the side hall next door.

As soon as the old prince returned to the west, these concubines were driven to the side hall next to her and locked up.They are all low-class concubines, they are all princesses without titles, with no family background to rely on, and their fate is involuntary.After being locked up, no one told them the reason. They had a premonition that their fate was not good, and they were all scared to death. They were full of grievances and fears, and they didn't know who to tell them. Min did not dare to cry aloud, for fear of causing disaster to the family and bringing trouble to the whole family.As a result, the twitching sound in the suffocated cavity was continuous, like the throat of a person who was about to die trying to gurgle, just like this day and night, it was like a devil crying.

Devil May Cry lasted for a day and a night, and Xiao Fujin listened to it for a day and a night.

Her old god was there, knowing that it was just a means used by Amin to scare her, so she could remain calm.It's just that, compared with the old and spicy old prince, Amin is far behind in both commanding the army and managing the flag affairs - Lord Baylor's temperament is not small, no one dares to provoke him in Khalkha, but He also obediently guarded the border for their princes for dozens of years.Amin didn't learn the ability to manipulate people's hearts at all from the old prince, only knew how to use brute force blindly.

This is probably one of the reasons why the old prince is willing to praise Ezha, but never regards Amin as his heir.

Amin thought she was a woman who would succumb to fear, so she drove the concubines away to frighten her.Such a lowly method made her have a few eyes on him.

It's just that the cries of these women are really sad and miserable, and she also knows that they are really wronged.

Some of them have served the old prince, but the old prince is lingering on the sick bed. How can they give birth to children if they are so sick?Although some have been in the mansion for a year or two, because of the old prince's poor health, they have never been served, and they have not even seen each other a few times. Now that the old prince died, Amin wanted to put himself to death. Come to accompany you.In A Min's heart, they are not considered human beings at all, and their lives are so humble that they are not worth mentioning.

Probably the eunuch conveyed the order for them to "die from the prince, and follow the underground together". The women finally waited for the final arrangement of fate, and dared to cry for themselves.

The eunuchs, eager to finish their errands, urged the women to change their clothes.Little Fujin looked at the eunuchs hurrying to and fro outside his hall, they were holding brand new white cloth filial obediences, from such a distance, they could smell the stench of death from the brand new white cloth.The one behind carried the small table and hurriedly filed into the side hall next door.

Then I heard a commotion next door, the sound of pushing and shoving, and the sound of plopping to the ground, and a eunuch comforted in a shrill voice, "It's your blessing to be able to accompany the old prince underground, and everyone at home can also Get a reward. This is a happy event! Don’t wait, princesses, it’s a journey anyway, don’t make us trouble.”

The voice was harsh, but it was transmitted to the main hall without saying a word.

The leading eunuch had a long face and a narrow mouth, like an unripe loofah.The sight was familiar, and Xiao Fujin remembered that he had seen it before. It was the little eunuch A Min served personally.He didn't move at all, with his sleeves inserted, listening to the movement next door, his eyes lowered, and he didn't rush her.Xiao Fujin suddenly realized that this was a play sung for her, but it was a bit cruel.She smiled, sat down and accompanied them to listen to the play with a blank expression.

Next door, the eunuchs press one by two, change into filial piety clothes for Gege in twos and twos, one set, one turn, one tie the white belt around the waist, and one is finished.Conveniently, he also picked off the hairpin earrings and rings for them.When it comes to the bottom, these elements are useless.At first some people struggled, but later they all gave up and let the eunuchs fiddle with them.When a person reaches this moment, he is probably hopeless, knowing that he must die, and that struggling or not struggling is futile.

The yelling over there continued, and slowly, the movement became weaker, except for the shrill voice that continued to yell, "Change your clothes, sit down and eat quickly. You can go on the road when you are full!"

No one should be able to move their chopsticks at this moment. After experiencing the chaos and despair just now, everyone accepted their own destiny. For the rest of the time, take advantage of this gap and think about how this world still misses themselves and themselves. I wish them a good life, don't be like yourself, come and go.From now on, every year during the Qingming Festival, if you can remember them and pay homage to them, you will have nothing to ask for.

"It's time, princesses, let's move!" Not a quarter of an hour after the previous dinner, they were already urging them to die.

The mournful cry sounded again. At this time, there was no struggle, no resistance, only obedience and sadness after surrender.Women in white clothes in mourning lined up, helping each other through the Linghua Gate, and no one glanced at the main hall.

When the group of ghosts passed by, the long-faced eunuch said, "Fu Jin, we should go too."

(End of this chapter)