Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 814 Washing the inkstone, he is your master
Wash the inkstone prison.

The jailer pulled away No. 13 from the iron frame. His skin and bones were removed, his hands and eyes were gouged out. His feet were on the ground, which was fishy and sticky, as if there was a layer of film that could not be removed.

This place is dark and dark.

The smell of blood makes people feel nauseous. Although Xiyantai Prison is engaged in extorting confessions, the torture over the past few days has left the jailers exhausted and frightened.

"Are all the people captured here?"

Shadow threw away the hammer, walked to the basin nearby, dipped his hands in it and scrubbed it. The inkstone washers waiting not far away trembled when they heard this.

One person said: "As for you, sir, they are all here."

"Then what are you still standing here for?"

Shadow's action of washing his hands stopped for a moment, and he looked back solemnly and said: "Why don't you continue to check?"

"Go right away, my subordinates go right away."

Several people winked at each other and left the prison as if running away.

After walking a certain distance, one person patted his chest with lingering fear and said to his companion: "Our Lord has a bad temper recently. He has been tortured continuously. His eyes are red. He looks like he wants to eat people."

"Isn't it bad?"

Another person sighed, pouting in the direction of the imperial city, meaning, "This matter involves your majesty and the prince of the Yan family. Scandals have emerged one after another, and the majesty of the emperor has been completely destroyed. The thunder above Anger, we are not the ones suffering."

"Hey, tell me, is this true?"

Someone asked a question out of nowhere, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person next to him staring at him like a ghost, and he was horrified.

"What, what's wrong?"

"You risk your life for talking about royal affairs. Whether it's true or false, we can't afford to offend those gods. Just do your job and don't ask a word about anything else."

"I'm also anxious."

The man defended himself in a low voice, "The people we captured used all possible means and refused to reveal a word. If this continues, how will the palace explain it?"

Speaking of this, the inkstone washers suddenly felt heavy.

"Don't think about it, just get to work."

After being reminded by this, the crowd did not dare to delay any longer and quickly rushed towards the market. The shadow in the prison changed clothes and entered the palace to report.

After hearing this, Emperor Qian Ding continued to review the memorial, with no discernible emotion or anger on his face, and his shadow knelt down upon seeing this.

"Your Majesty, please punish me for your poor performance."

The imperial study was silent for a long time, and then the faint voice of Emperor Qian Ding came, "How long have you been in charge of the inkstone washing platform?"

"Your Majesty, five years."

"Do you still remember what I told you when I handed it into your hands?"

"Your Majesty said that the inkstone is a knife in the hand of the emperor. It can clear up chaos and be invincible."

Shadow stared at the floor tiles with his head lowered and his voice was cold and calm: "Wei Chen has let your Majesty down."

"I'm really disappointed."

Emperor Qian Ding put down his pen and stared at him, "Do you know why I would entrust such an important institution to you?"

"Because the humble minister is helpless and inseparable from the royal family, it is impossible for him to betray His Majesty."

"Impossible to betray..."

Emperor Qian Ding chewed these words and suddenly sneered: "It's so nice to say it, but you actually hate me very much in your heart, right? Originally, you could be your glorious prince like the Crown Prince and Li Xuan, but now But I can only hide in this dark corner and remain a shadow all my life."

"Third brother, I know you are unwilling."

"Weichen...don't dare."

Shadow's voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out of his chest, Qian Dingdi smiled, "It doesn't matter what you think in your heart, and I don't care, but as a knife, if it loses its sharpness, guess what will happen? "

"Your Majesty, please give me some more time." Shadow kowtowed heavily.

Emperor Qian Ding rubbed the jade ring on his hand and said lukewarmly: "I'll give you another ten days to find out who is behind the scenes."

"Wei Chen takes orders."

The shadow stood up and walked quickly outside. Emperor Qian Ding's voice came from behind him. He said: "I give you the inkstone washing platform because in the whole palace, you are the only one who cares about Ayun, not What’s next to it?”

"It doesn't matter whether you are loyal to me or not, but Ayun is your brother and your master. You must always remember this."

The cold gaze under the shadow mask softened slightly, and his voice was low: "You don't need to be reminded by Your Majesty, I will devoutly surrender to him in this life until death."

Emperor Qian Ding seemed a little pleased.

No more talking.

Shadow quickly left the palace.

On the way out of the palace, he suddenly remembered what happened in the past. He was different from the prince and Li Xuan. Although his surname was Li, his biological mother was just a maid beside Queen Shen. She received divine grace by accident. With him, she made an exception. A noble man.

The harem was filled with beauties, but mother and son had no one to rely on, and they soon fell out of favor.

During his childhood, he could only see the man named his father from a distance at occasional palace banquets.

He made him, but he also abandoned him.

The palace was accustomed to being filled with servants who climbed high and stepped down. Seeing that they had fallen out of favor, they tried every means to punish them. Finally, when he was six years old, he became ill and fell ill instantly.

He begged the queen and Nalanshi.

He wanted to find an imperial doctor to treat his mother, but they either refused or ignored him. Seeing that his mother was seriously ill, he had no choice but to ask his father.

But that door is really difficult to enter.

The little eunuch who reported the incident went there several times, but received no reply. He knelt down to beg, kowtowed, and abandoned his dignity and face. He just wanted to save his last relative.

No one would help him.

Just when he was in despair, he met a person, Yan Yun was like colored glass at that time, standing silently under the pear tree, wearing a big cloak, his face was still sickly pale.

Seeing him crying, she walked over and held out her hand to him.

At that time, he was also ill and went to the doctor. Before he could find out his identity, he asked for help. After listening carefully to the whole story, the person opposite said to him in a gentle voice: "Your Highness, please go back. I will find the imperial doctor for you. Your Majesty." It'll be fine."

At that time, Yan Yun was barely a few years older than him. He had gentle eyebrows and a convincing power when he spoke.

After speaking, he bowed to him.

He returned the gift at a loss at that time, feeling that this person was really weird, that he was willing to lend a helping hand to a stranger whom he met by chance, and even called him your highness.

Everyone in the entire imperial city knew that his highness was worse than a servant.

He returned to the palace with an uneasy heart, just to be lucky, just in case what the man said was true.As a result, the imperial doctor really came.

Administering acupuncture and medication is done with utmost care.

When leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "Who asked you to come?"

The old doctor packed up the medicine box and looked at him in surprise when he heard this, with complicated eyes: "You mother and son are really lucky. I met the eldest son of the Yan family. He asked me to take care of the patient. If there is any headache or fever in the future, just go to the doctor." Find me in the hospital."

The eldest son of the Yan family, Phoenix Jingxing.

Yan Yun.

He silently remembered the name. With the old doctor here, he did get better in the next few years. However, his mother-in-law was too preoccupied, and her illness went on and on for several years, but she still passed away.

At this time, His Majesty finally remembered that there was such a woman in the palace.

He ordered her to be buried lavishly.

It was also after this incident that his life took a shocking turn.

(End of this chapter)