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If it were in the past, Shu Dianhe would never have let him get close, but now she has internal injuries and external injuries, and her martial arts are almost lost. Even if her brain reacts, her body has no time to dodge.

What's more, Zhao Hongchi was originally a martial artist, and his subordinates had no reason to spare her lightly. They grabbed Shu Dianhe's shoulder with five fingers like eagle claws, and were about to tear off the prison clothes she was wrapped around.

"Stop!" A shout stopped Zhao Hongchi's movement abruptly.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Hongchi immediately froze his arms, turned his head slowly, and said in astonishment, "Why are you here?"

While talking? At the same time, he also secretly retracted his? Arm, as if nothing? Happened.

After his palm was removed, Shu Dianhe let out a muffled groan, with cold sweat on his forehead.

The place where the other party landed his palm just now happened to press on one of her wounds, and now that wound was burning hot, as if it was being torn open again.

Princess Huaiyang opened her almond-shaped eyes, and walked between the two of them, glaring at her. Zhao Hongchi said, "I want to ask what you are doing?"

Zhao Hongchi turned his head away, not daring to look at Princess Huaiyang, he was quite confused, he hesitated and couldn't answer.

In front of his petite wife, who is tall and powerful, he doesn't have the slightest aura of talent?

Shu Dianhe, who was watching this scene from the sidelines, couldn't help but hold his head up and let out a schadenfreude sneer, even though he was in a terrible embarrassment. He was not afraid of things.

The world has two feathers in life and death, but it is nothing more than a life, so they can take it if they want it so much.

Zhao Hongchi choked with anger, his neck was red, and he gritted his teeth, "You..."

Princess Huaiyang interrupted him and glared at Shu Dianhe, and asked again: "He is Xuancheng's son-in-law, it's fine if you don't treat him kindly, what did I see just now?"

"She is..." Zhao Hongchi hesitated to speak. Seeing Princess Huaiyang's suspicious and probing eyes, he recalled the unknown past, and angrily withdrew his words.

He also didn't want to confront the eldest princess here, lose face, and leave in a big stride.

The cell was quiet again, and Shu Dianhe was still sitting where he was when Zhao Hongchi came. The bloodstains on his white clothes that had been grabbed by Zhao Hongchi spread out again.

Princess Huaiyang turned her back to Shu Dianhe, and stood silently in front of her. The light coming in from the prison window cast a layer of haze on her skirt like clouds and cages.

Shu Dianhe was just as confused as Zhao Hongchi, not understanding why Princess Huaiyang suddenly appeared in the prison.Since the other party didn't open her mouth, it was hard for her to speak.

The two phases remained silent until Princess Huaiyang turned around and looked at Shu Dianhe's injured face again, her eyes suddenly turned hot.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the wound on Shu Dianhe's cheek, and thinking of their current identities, she retracted her fingers stiffly, and said slowly: "You are very similar to your mother..."

If it wasn't for Shu Dianhe living in front of her, she would have thought that everything in front of her was an illusion.

"You...know my mother?" Shu Dianhe didn't realize what she was saying a little later, mainly because the word "mother" was too unfamiliar to her.

"Of course..." Princess Huaiyang managed to find a suitable word, and said with a dry throat, "Your mother and I are... old friends."

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and she has already forgotten what she looked like in those days, but she will never forget what the person she met in those days looked like.

At that time, her elder brother was still a great general, and she hadn't left the cabinet yet, but she was already the mother of a country, sitting beside Emperor Qidi, her snowy face was trimmed, her eyebrows were slender, and her forehead was red with red flowers. Her temples are pitch-black, and her hair is full of gold hairpins, reflecting her beauty.

She smiled lightly at her jawline, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, as beautiful as peaches and plums, and the candles in the room at that time were a little brighter because of her.

She was so dumbfounded that she didn't even hear the voice of her brother calling her.

Looking at Shu Dianhe again, she felt more and more that the faces of the mother and daughter were similar, but the person in front of her was still slightly inferior to her mother.

She thought of something again, and added: "Back then, I almost became the female history of your mother's palace."

She once begged her brother to send herself into the palace, only hoping to be closer to her.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, the elder brother added her name to the draft list, making her almost become Emperor Qi's concubine, serving her husband together.

After listening to her words, Shu Dianhe lost his mind? He said to himself, "What kind of people are they?"

According to the history books, my father was an incompetent tyrant, that's why he lost the country, and he didn't say a word about his mother.

But what she personally heard from that person's mouth? It doesn't seem to be the case.

Layer by layer? The story was peeled off, and the cell was gradually darkened. Princess Huaiyang saw that it was getting late, and said: "I will tell you in detail when I have a chance in the future."

in the future?Have the opportunity?With mixed feelings, Shu Dian said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this prison."

Princess Huaiyang thought that what she said was that her brother wanted to deal with her. After a pause, she said in a half-comforting way: "Xuancheng is trying his best to get you out, you...don't let her down."

I have lost it forever, so I hope that these juniors can get the happiness I once longed for.

Shu Dianhe was taken aback. If she knew her mother, she should also know her identity as a woman. What does this mean...

When Princess Huaiyang walked out of the dungeon, there was a thick light rain in the sky. Zhao Hongchi was standing in front of the carriage with an umbrella and waiting for her. The raindrops fell into the dirt on the road and disappeared.

She walked in front of him without saying a word, lifted her skirt, and boarded the carriage. Zhao Hongchi then came up and sat beside her.

The carriage started to move, and after a long time, Zhao Hongchi justified his wrongdoing? He called out in a low voice, "Huaiyang..."

He didn't get a response. He had no difference on his face, but his cheeks were sore in the dark, and he asked, "Do you still miss him?"

Princess Huaiyang frowned and said, "Things are not what you think."

Don't want to look at it? This husband who has been with her for more than ten years and is tolerant of her has a temper like facing a ball of cotton. She turned her head and looked at the shaking carriage curtain.

"She is……"

"She's not the one you thought." Princess Huaiyang was too lazy? Confronted him, and said bluntly, "Xuancheng is pregnant."

"How is it possible?" Zhao Hongchi's complexion changed, and he definitely didn't believe his guess? Was it wrong?

Outside the Meridian Gate of the imperial city, there is a Dengwen drum that is eight feet round and bigger than a millstone.

Under normal circumstances, if a minister wanted to submit a paper to the emperor, he would have to submit it on behalf of the Secretary of the General Administration.

But occasionally there are accidents, such as military urgent letters, ministers are afraid that the transmission of the Secretary of General Affairs will delay the military situation, and they must immediately report the general situation to the imperial court, and this drum will be sounded.

When the drumhead rang, the sound of the drum could be heard throughout the imperial city.In this way, the emperor will immediately receive the person who sent the letter.

Or, the minister has a grievance to sue, but the emperor refuses to see him. As long as the Dengwen drum is sounded, the emperor finally stands in front of the drum after thinking about it out of face.

He picked up the drumstick and hit it hard on the cowhide drumhead without hesitation.

Immediately, the elastic drum head bounced his drumsticks back, and Feng Zheng became stronger and stronger after the setback, hitting harder and harder.

Like thunder? The sound of the drum spread from the drum surface, and immediately spread to every corner of the palace, making Zuo Huai's hands tremble, who was preparing breakfast for the emperor, and almost dumped a bowl of bird's nest.

After a while, Feng Zheng was brought before Lu Meng.

After drinking tea, Lu Meng took a look at him, and asked, "Are you the second son of Prime Minister Feng? Now you are the official of the Ministry of Punishment, a fifth-rank member of the Ministry of Justice?"

Feng Zheng responded neither humble nor overbearing: "This humble minister is exactly..."

"Why did you ring the Dengwen drum early in the morning?" Lu Meng asked as he knocked on the handle of the chair.

Feng Zheng brushed his hem, knelt down towards Lu Meng, and stated his purpose straight to the point: "This humble minister wants to appeal to the emperor!"

"Huh?" Lu Meng only let out a sound, and all the majesty in his body poured out.

With his back on his back, Feng Zhengzheng summoned up his courage and said, "I want to sue Prince Shu, Prince Shu is really innocent in prison!"

When Lu Mengguang heard the word "Shu Consort", his face immediately became gloomy, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense.

Feng Zhengqiang pretended not to be aware of it, but the sweat on his back broke out layer by layer, and continued: "When I was looking through the case files at the Ministry of Criminal Justice, I accidentally found the file about the Shu Harajuku anti-poetry case.

After reading it, I became curious about the poem he wrote, so I copied it down.

Concubine Wen? Knowledgeable, knowledgeable from ancient to modern times, my minister took that poem and asked the concubine for advice..."

Lu Meng remained silent, quietly listening to his explanation.

Feng Zheng didn't dare to look up at his expression. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and took all the blame for his crimes on himself, saying, "So Prince Shu is actually trying to help my humble minister clear up his confusion. That's why the emperor misunderstood him."

Although this excuse is a bit stupid, but he is a minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and he has indeed taken the file on the anti-poetry case for Shu Dianhe, which makes sense in both emotion and reason.

"Kuang Weichen has some evidence. Regarding Shu Yuanjuu's anti-poetry case, Weichen has investigated some things in private, and they are all gathered in the book written by Weichen."

Feng Zheng stiffened his body, took out a blue book from his sleeve, raised his head high and presented it to Lu Meng, and then waited quietly for what he would do to him.

Lu Meng didn't speak, the main hall was deadly silent, Feng Zheng's chest heaved nervously, only the sound of his own breathing could be heard in his ears.

When he came, he had already disregarded life and death, and only hoped that the emperor would spare his good friend.

"Come on, drag him down..."

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Volume Three: The 81-120 Game

Volume IV: 121-140 The Long Night

So next is the last volume: Qiming (will not write another [-] chapters, it will probably come to an end soon)