The imperial concubine is charming and coquettish, she crazily criticizes the tyrant for spoiling he

Song Tanxi was frightened and instantly turned pale.

Her lips trembled, but she couldn't say another word.

Only then did she realize how reckless she was.

What she did, not only failed to avenge her father, but also hastened his death.

Song Tanxi was in despair again, her eyes completely lost their luster.

Qing Kuo sympathizes with her experience. At this time, it is obvious that Song Tanxi has no need to lie. If what she said is true, at least she is really miserable. Her father, who worships faith, and his family are all in jail waiting for sentencing , She herself was also abandoned by her husband, and she was worse than being reduced from a magistrate's daughter to a beggar. She tried to avenge her father, but there was nowhere to ask for help.

Quite miserable.

But she is also lucky.

Because of this, there is indeed something strange.

Your Majesty has said that drought is a natural disaster.

But some people fish in troubled waters.

After that Daoist Changming came, he didn't get a drop of rain, but the disaster was even worse. Then maybe, Daoist Changming was the fish she was going to catch.

Qing Qiao stood up and said to Song Tanxi who seemed to have completely lost his anger: "Get up and come with me to see your father. If he really has other secrets, maybe he can be saved from death. Even if he can't, he can save you." family."

"Really, really?" Song Tanxi saw Qingqian standing up, and hurriedly stood up too, but at this moment, she was completely afraid to give hope to save her father.

If it is really possible to save her family as Qing Qiao said, it should be the best result.

"It's hard to say. It's not a day since King Chen and the others have come. If there were any secrets, your father would have said it long ago. If he didn't say it, others would. But so far no one has spoken. What does this mean? You can decide for yourself. "Qing Chuan is a down-to-earth person.

Her purpose was to find out the fish that took the opportunity to make trouble. As for what crime Song Zhifu committed, it had nothing to do with her.

He should be judged by the suffering people in Lingzhou City and the laws of Xiliang.

Song Tanxi's expression turned gray again, but she was content to be able to meet her family.

So he carefully followed behind Qing Kuo and went all the way to the cell.

The cell smelled extremely bad, exuding a disgusting stench.

Before Qingzhao got close, she almost vomited out. She hurriedly took out a leaf and stuck it on her nose, and then chanted a spell to make the leaf invisible.

Smelling it in, she had to spit it out.

Turning to look at the nervous Song Tanxi again, I don't know if she is used to it, but she didn't respond at all.

When the two entered the cell, the guards were going to stop Qingmao, but as soon as Qingmao took out the waist card, they all knelt down and offered to help Qingmao bring the prisoner out.

"No, I'll go and have a look first, follow along, and you can mention whoever I ask you to mention." Qing Kuo said.

The jailer quickly followed.

After walking around the cell, they arrived at the place where the Song family was detained.Song Zhifu was not in the same cell as the rest of the Song family, and men and women were separated, so Qing Kuo and the others first saw the female family members of the Song family.

The female family members of several officials were locked together, and Song Tanxi's younger brother was also locked up with them because he was underage.

This group of glamorous ladies and gentlemen in the past is not much better than the refugees outside.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?" Song Tanxi rushed to her mother when she saw her.

Mother Song's numb eyes paused for a moment, as if a flame flickered slightly, and then went out again, her chapped lips spoke with difficulty,
"Xi'er, why did you come here, Xi'er, why did you become like this? Did the Pei family do something to you?"

"Mother, I'm fine, I'm fine, how are you?" Song Tanxi grabbed the door of the cell, and leaned over to grab her mother's hand.

Song's mother shook her head dejectedly, and pushed the person in her arms out, "Xi'er, your brother is dying, you, your mother, send him out."

It's not saving, it's sending.

What was sent was a corpse.