Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 691 Breaking into the Palace (2)
The prince turned his eyes and did not speak.

Inside Ziguang Pavilion.

After the female doctors came back, they were all locked in the largest room in the pavilion.

After two days, the whole room was damp and full of the smell of tears. The girls fell asleep when they were tired from crying, and cried again when they woke up.

As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, it will be the day of death and burial.Several medical women were even more stimulated, crying endlessly.

In the morning, Qinchai and Tingxian curled up next to Yun Wanqin and wiped away their tears.

"I don't want to be buried with you. I was originally a maid in Concubine Li's palace. I will leave the palace in a few years. I was temporarily summoned to be the emperor's maidservant. I agreed to go back after I finished my service. Why did I die? Ting Xian trembled and buried himself in his knees, weeping.

"Concubine Qin, my father and brother have practiced medicine for generations, hanging pots to help the world and saving lives, shouldn't there be good rewards? Why is there such a disaster?...Why would you die if you are a good person..." Qin Chai's eyes were red.

Yun Wanqin wiped away the tears for the two of them, and tried to calm down. Emperor Ning Xi buried the medical girls in Ziguang Pavilion for his own sake, and these medical girls were only implicated by him.

But why did Emperor Ning Xi let him be buried with him for no reason?There is absolutely a reason.

Ting Xian's sobs sounded again, Yun Wanqin hugged her tightly, not thinking about it for now.

She didn't believe in evil anymore. Since God allowed her to be reborn this time, could it be that she was sacrificed alive again?
The day was extraordinarily long.

When dusk fell, several young women were already exhausted and drowsy, and the silence in the room was like a tomb.

Finally, the door creaked, and several nuns came in with food, which happened to be the size of six medical girls, and placed them on the table one by one.

"Eat, have a good meal. It's a delicacy made by the chef in the imperial dining room, and it's all you can't eat on weekdays."

The Last Supper.

Mammy's words irritated several medical girls who had finally stopped crying.

Several people rushed up and hugged Mammy's leg: "I don't want to die!"

"The late emperor bestowed you with the burial, which is the blessing of eighteen generations of your ancestors. Not only will you have a good name, but your parents and brothers will also be rewarded with you! Others can't ask for it!" A nun cursed.

"I don't want this good name! My parents are still waiting for me to go home! I don't want to be buried—please tell the prince, we don't want to die—" Several medical girls cried into a pot of porridge, all like flowers and jade At this age, the days are not enough, Jinshan Yinhai, the future is bright, and life is not as important.

"Joke!" The nuns didn't bother to say any more, pushed away the medical girls, slammed the door and left.

The room was dark again, and the table was full of delicacies, steaming hot and fragrant, which made the scene in the room even more bleak.

The young women only drank a few mouthfuls of water and didn't eat a mouthful of rice in two days. They were already hungry, but who could eat?Mammy came, and they were even more desperate, hugging their knees and crying.

There was a girl with a fragile heart who couldn't bear to wait until dawn before being given to death. When no one saw her, she bumped her head against the wall. Fortunately, several medical girls hugged her quickly, and the medical girl's forehead Although it was smashed, it was no big deal.

"You haven't reached that point yet, why are you so anxious! Maybe there will be a turning point—" Qinchai stomped her feet and cleaned her wound with clean water from the table.

"What's the turning point? I don't have that kind of daydream! I will die sooner or later. It's better to die earlier. I heard that in the past, the palace people who were buried were given white silk. If they didn't dare to hang themselves, they would be killed by those who died." The eunuch strangled her to death until her tongue came out, so I don't want to..." The medical woman who committed suicide held her face, unable to speak, and burst into tears, causing several others to cry silently.

In the midst of gloom and mist, Yun Wanqin stood up, took a few white steamed cakes, handed them to Qinchai, Tingxian and several medical girls one by one, and picked up another one by herself, sat in the corner, and ate it bit by bit , Seeing a few medical girls look over, said indifferently: "I didn't get killed, but I tossed myself to death first, it's not worth it."

Several medical girls were taken aback, their emotions seemed to be infected, and they finally calmed down.

As a concubine, she should have lived a smooth and happy life, but now that she is given a funeral, she should be even more aggrieved, more wronged, and even more unwilling!

In the end, she was more calm than the few of them who were slaves.

Even Princess Qin is not afraid, what are they afraid of?
Several medical girls stopped crying and mourning, and then began to eat bit by bit.

After eating the hot food, people felt full and fulfilled, and the mood of the medical ladies also sorted out a little bit. Although they were still sleepy, they didn't lose control like before.

As the night darkened, a corner of the moon was exposed, hanging upside down on a golden hook at the edge of the dark clouds, shining light into the world, and casting a layer of cold white luster on the majestic imperial city of Yejing.

The Zhengyang Gate in the south of the imperial city is the outermost gate that connects the inside and outside of the palace. As usual, it is closed as soon as the curfew is entered. There are several lights shining on the tower, which are the guards guarding the Forbidden Palace. Command envoy soldiers.

On the tower, several soldiers on duty walked along the city wall, looking back and forth outside the palace as usual.

After the death of Emperor Daxing, all entertainment and noisy activities were banned in the capital. For more than a month, even the sound of the night market could not be heard.

The long night was as silent as ever.

Today, it was even eerily quieter than in the past.

Patrolling until the middle of the night, several people chatted without saying a word. For a while, it was about the things about wives and children on the kang, and for a while, it was about the Jingwei Commander and Division Department. Who was promoted and who was demoted? .

Several people were full of enthusiasm, but they noticed that a colleague who was talking vigorously stopped.

Several soldiers looked at him, and saw him staring straight at the distance below the tower, raising his arms, stammering: "Look——."

Seeing him as if he saw a ghost, several people laughed a few times, raised their lanterns and looked over, but they all seemed to have been tapped, and were stunned.

Below the city tower, at the end of the straight street is the darkness of night, but there are small groups of fire lights mixed in the darkness, like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, getting closer and brighter as they leap.

As the fire approached the imperial city, a voice came.

step - step - step -

thump - thump - thump -

It is the sound of uniform iron boots and the sound of horseshoes!

One of them rubbed his eyes, pretending to be dazzled: "Then... what is that?"

The team strode out of the dark night, showing a majestic silhouette in the firelight.

It's the army—the army!
The will-o'-the-wisp dancing in the dark just now is the lighting torch in the hands of the soldiers in front!
The horses are fat and sharp, with fresh clothes and armor, and the phalanx formation is orderly. At first glance, it looks like a regular army raised by the imperial court. A row of generals in front of them are straddling tall horses, leading the team, holding the reins, and slowly beating the horses. The imperial city is approaching.

(End of this chapter)