Feng Yin

Chapter 50

"You still dare to quibble!" Empress Dowager Jing yelled angrily, "Alright, let me ask you, before you entered the palace, did you ever send a letter to Ling Rui Wang Hongyan in private, expressing your admiration?!"
"This..." The old matter was brought up again, Fenghuang couldn't tell for a while, but seeing Lang Yuan's face darkened in an instant.

"The concubine did write a letter to King Ling Rui, but..."
"There's no need to explain, I'm afraid my ears will be dirty. I'll ask you again, did King Ling Rui meet you at midnight to talk about romance?!"
Fenghuang's heart was in a mess, and he stuttered for a while, "I..."
"Yes, or not? Answer me?!"
Fenghuang nodded angrily, but said eagerly in his mouth: "But the concubine didn't meet him, the concubine just..."
"Needless to say, I don't want to hear it. Yun Wuxia, I ask you, was King Ling Rui present on the day you washed away the dust?!"
Yun'er was as angry as a silk, and after frowning for a while, she nodded slightly.

"Okay, now that you've admitted it, Mother Doro, tell the emperor exactly what King Ling Rui whispered to Yun Wuxia!"
"Old slave obeys!"
Fenghuang was full of doubts, and looked at each other in shock, but saw Mother Doro approaching with a solemn face, and said leisurely: "The prince said: 'The time is ripe, let's continue the relationship. Wait until Ehuang and Nvying are both in their arms, let's see." The country and the country will last forever.'"
When Fenghuang heard this, he was startled again, and Yun Wuxia, who was lying limp on the ground beside him, was also startled in an instant.

Lang Yuan's iron face was majestic, and he walked forward leisurely, Fenghuang looked up in fear, just as he opened his mouth, he called out "Your Majesty", but Lang Yuan suddenly raised his hand, and slapped Fenghuang on the face.

"Come here, imprison this pair of villainous masters and servants who intend to plot against Nanchuan and work in collusion with each other in the Xing Tian Division. I will personally interrogate them!"
"Your Majesty, my concubine has been wronged..."
A mournful howl shook the Zen Palace, and when Empress Dowager Jing looked up to the sky and sighed, a meaningful thought flashed across Lang Yuan's eyes that were originally full of anger.

"Yuan'er, Yan'er has done her utmost for you and for your country. You must not let her down!"
Lang Yuan stepped forward with frowned eyebrows, "Everything is up to the Queen Mother to decide!"
Empress Dowager Jing looked up with tears in her eyes, with a determined expression on her face, "I want you to posthumously designate her as Empress Yide, and you will not become an empress until you live. Only in this way can you comfort the loyal family of the Shangguan family!"
Lang Yuan lowered his eyes to think, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face instantly.

"What? You don't want to?!"
Lang Yuan blinked and smiled, "My child will obey mother's instruction!"
Empress Dowager Jing let out another long sigh, "I'm tired, so you should step back! Regarding the matter of the saint, Mother Duoluo said every word in my heart, what should I do, the emperor should weigh and think about it himself!"
Lang Yuan pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Then according to the queen mother's wishes, send her out of the palace on a certain day and arrange her properly!"
Empress Dowager Jing nodded slowly, and walked straight to the back hall, just a few steps away, as if she suddenly remembered something, she stopped her feet immediately, raised her eyebrows and asked slightly: "Did Yu'er ever say, when Set off to return to Xirong?!"
Lang Yuan smiled, "This little hoof is really crazy, I see she is very excited, I'm afraid she has no plans to go back to Xirong for a while?!"
Empress Dowager Jing sighed and shook her head, "It's time for her to go back to where she should go."
Lang Yuan was puzzled, and was about to ask more questions, when he suddenly heard Empress Dowager Jing's order: "Yuan'er, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother wants to have a good time!"
The snowy hair and silver frost dimmed the haggard beauty; the few Sanskrit sounds expressed emotion about the wasted life.

Lang Yuan looked at the silver-haired Empress Dowager Jing, let Nanny Doluo support her, walked to the back hall alone, bowed her head slightly, sighed, and quietly walked out of the Zen Palace.

Behind the screen of flying phoenixes and flying phoenixes, Queen Mother Jing's voice sounded quietly.

"Doro, has anyone been found?"
"Your Majesty?"
"I mean the man in the palace!"
Mother Dorothy shook her head slowly, "I'm afraid I'm already in the fire and gone with the smoke and dust from the previous dynasty!"
"Oh, it's good to go, and you will be free if you go!"
"Your Majesty, don't be sad, the fate of Duan is over, and it's time to leave!"
"So, what about him?! Has there been any news?!"
"After so many years, why can't the empress still let go?!"
"He is the debt of my life, how can I let go?!".

……

Xing Tiansi.

The sound of shackles came to my ears, the red makeup retreated, and my clean face looked coldly at the bars.

Fenghuang was dressed in plain clothes, and was standing in front of the iron window at this moment, letting the thoughts in his heart spread with the night wind.

On the straw mat behind her, the dying Yun Wuxia lay down in a dazed state, but she saw her pale face with cracked lips like tortoises and bloodstains blatantly.

Inside the barred window opposite, a man covered in blood, unkempt, lying on the ground.The choking blood permeated the entire cell. If it wasn't for the subconscious instinct of his fingertips to draw it out of thin air, at a glance, the whole person looked very much like the bloody corpse under severe punishment.

Fenghuang's eyes were full of fierceness, and he stared at the man motionlessly, but his tricks had already been implemented in an instant.

"Step aside!"
In the bloody prison cell, an arrogant sound suddenly resounded.

Fenghuang raised his eyebrows and blinked, but suddenly a long-premeditated strangeness appeared on his face.

The person she was waiting for finally arrived.

……

Banxian Tower.

A single candle is lonely and red, and jade faces are in pairs.

Beside the sapphire case, on the glazed stool, Luo Wushuang was sitting on pins and needles.

Feng Yu beside her was still indifferent, but she saw that she gently took off the plain yarn on Luo Wushuang's head as if nothing had happened, and looked at the scar on Luo Wushuang's forehead carefully with her brows fixed, while speaking in a calm and soft voice:
"Believe me, I shouldn't hide it from you. It's just that Mrs. Qingrui's identity, I originally thought, wait until the chance coincides, and then talk to you. Right now, since I was picked out by him, I think it's God's will. I don't want to explain , and will not force it!

Just like what the beast said, when I return to the palace this time, I bear a lot of blood and deep hatred. If you are not afraid that the blood will stain the frost one day, stay and trample and bathe in blood with me. If you are afraid, I will surely Do my best to protect you, from now on, you can wander the world and live the life you should live! "
"Ma'am, I..." Luo Wushuang hesitated to speak, Feng Yu smiled lightly, and patted her on the shoulder, "Your injury is no longer serious, I will send you out of the palace tomorrow!"
Luo Wushuang pondered with his lips in his mouth, and there was some eagerness in his bright eyes for a moment. After a while, he shook his head persistently, firmly grasped Feng Yu's hand, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter if Madam is a holy lady or a concubine of the previous dynasty. For me, Luo Wushuang, the identity of my wife is only my savior. There is no repayment for kindness in this life, and Shuang'er is willing to stay with Madam in life and death, whether it is going up the mountain of swords or going down into the sea of ​​fire, Shuang'er will never frown!"
Feng Yu's heart warmed for a moment, but the next moment she couldn't bear it, "In this way, it wasn't that beast that really killed your life, but me, and the accident is destined to miss your life!"
Luo Wushuang got up, and his hands sent out tight support with more force.

"I, Luo Wushuang, have no complaints or regrets!"
"Shuang'er..." Feng Yu's tears streamed down in an instant, allowing the warmth of pain in her heart to bloom in her body.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to protect you even if you are plotting to kill."
Luo Wushuang chuckled, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Feng Yu's cheeks, "Don't cry, for the sake of the present, you should tell me quickly, what is your plan?!"
Feng Yu gathered herself together, shedding tears, but did not answer Luo Wushuang's question, but asked suspiciously: "Shuang'er, do you know why Shangguan Linyan married into this deep palace?!"
Luo Wushuang thought about it for a moment, and then said leisurely: "It was rumored that there is a confidante who is of noble birth in today's saint. People have speculated, and there are different opinions. Some say that the confidante is the princess of the former dynasty who has died of illness, and some It is said that today's concubine Huang Gui is that confidante, and as for the rhetoric of retiring before marrying, it is just a quarrel between young lovers.

Shuang'er was also skeptical at first, but it wasn't until she entered the palace by chance recently that she suddenly realized that this is the orphan of the daughter of the right general who protects the country, and the true confidante of the legendary Emperor Zhenyuan.

Feng Yu shook her head slightly: "Impossible. Although Shangguan Linyan was born as a general, she has a kind heart. The most despised person is the person who is full of tricks and wholeheartedly killing. I think that since Emperor Zhenyuan came to the throne, he has slaughtered palaces and changed ministers. He is very vicious. The cruelty is unbelievable, and there is no telling how many innocent souls are hidden in this palace."
As soon as the words fell, after thinking about it, I felt a sigh of relief in my heart, "However, if Yan'er is really in love with him, it's no wonder she has the feeling of not marrying a prince?"
Luo Wushuang frowned and nodded, "Rui'er is right. After Emperor Zhenyuan came to the throne, everyone in Nanchuan knew about the burning of the former court officials alive. Although he used the pretense of 'suppressing the epidemic and protecting the common people', everyone Some thoughtful people can guess that this is just a rhetoric he wants to cover up."
Shuang'er paused for a moment, then smiled, "But having said that, as the saying goes, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, if Emperor Zhenyuan hadn't burned out all the former court officials, how could Rui'er come back to this palace so easily?!"
Feng Yu pondered again, "Shuang'er, tell me, is it true that no one in this palace has seen Mrs. Qingrui's true face?!"
Hearing her words, Shuang'er asked strangely, and was immediately puzzled, but seeing Feng Yu's face was full of entanglements, she suppressed her puzzlement, and said, "The rumors are very popular in the market. Emperor Yuan was romantic by nature and loved beauty very much. Before he got his hands on any beauties he liked, no outsiders were allowed to peek at them. Therefore, all new beauties in the palace had to be veiled with jade before going to bed at the first night. Coincidentally Covering the sky, in order to interpret the honor and dignity of the "emperor woman".

The land of prostitution has always been a place of lust, so as soon as Emperor Chengyuan's eccentricity spread to the land of fireworks, those lustful prostitutes rushed to follow suit. On the day when newcomers debut, they have to play this "jade mask covering veil" love game.

As for Ruier, you..."
(End of this chapter)