The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

Because it was a close relative who filed the complaint, and there were witnesses to testify, the suspicion on Ming Feiqing could not be removed at all.

The servant of the Ministry of punishment persuaded him to tell the whereabouts of Xi Zuo, so that the sentence might be reduced.

It was a trumped-up charge, and Ming Feiqing naturally couldn't give them what they wanted.

The servant of the Ministry of punishment went to ask the emperor for his opinion, and only dared to put the princess in the prison of the Ministry of punishment with the words of the emperor.

In a pretentious way, he said that as long as he revealed the traces of the spy, he would be released back to the East Palace.

In fact, once the so-called traces are revealed, the crime of treason will be committed immediately, and Ming Feiqing will never be restored.

The emperor did not miss any chance to kill him.

He was in prison, and the matter of Aunt Ding was left alone.

There was no light in the prison, and the environment was humid and cold.

He curled up in the corner, with his back against the wall, skillfully rubbing his cold palms on his sore knees, barely suffering from the cold and pain.

He is used to suffering. He didn't even have warm clothes in the prisoner-of-war camps in the southern country.

Now this is considered very good, at least no one dares to torture him.

This was the third day of being imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and Huai Jin had never visited him.

Ming Feiqing never thought that he would be so isolated and helpless when he was in trouble.

Originally, the Queen Mother was a good backer, but he completely alienated Shoukang Palace because of Huaijin.

These years, he was so attached to Huai Ziyu that he forgot to take care of his own situation.

Aunt Ding's crimes were clearly revealed, but he had nothing to do, not even the servants of the Ming government could deter her.

The upper and lower sides of the East Palace respect him as the crown prince, but in fact there is no one who can be used by him.

Except for Tianqing, Ming Feiqing didn't even have a capable confidant who could fully trust her.

He is like a kite, no matter how high it flies, the string is always in Huai Ziyu's hands.

Once Huaijin breaks this thread, he will fall from the clouds into the abyss, unable to save himself.

Fortunately, the thread is not broken.

On the sixth day of being in the prison, the jailer came over and told him respectfully, "Young Master Ming, Your Highness is coming to pick you up."

Ming Feiqing's dead eyes overflowed with joy, he leaned on the wall, and stood up with difficulty. Through his messy forehead, he saw Huaijin walking towards him.

He stepped into his field of vision stepping on the sunlight outside.

"Ajin..."

Ming Feiqing ran towards him in a hurry, his leg suddenly hurt, he lost his balance and fell down.

He didn't hurt from the fall, Huai Ziyu supported him.

In his eyes, Ming Feiqing was haggard with broken embarrassment.

Ming Feiqing hugged his upper body, choked up and said, "I'm not treasonous, you trust me, right?"

Huaijin tightened the strength in her hands, wishing she could melt this person into her body.

"Fei Qing, I'm afraid...you will suffer a bit."

The bitterness in Huaijin's mouth is house arrest.

Ming Feiqing was released from the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, but was imprisoned in the East Palace.

Without Huaijin's permission, he can't leave Shanyue Pavilion, and without the emperor's nod, he can't leave the East Palace.

Only then did he know that his charges had not been cleared, but that the punishment had been changed.

And this kind of punishment in disguise was what Huai Ziyu asked for from the emperor.

Xiyi's provocation has reached the point where it has to be suppressed.

Huaijin will go west again, this time not to recover the Western Yi, but to suppress the war on the western border.

According to the law of Xiqin, even if the prince leads the army to go out, he must keep his relatives in the capital as a check to prevent the general from having different opinions.

Ming Feiqing is this relative.

The emperor was suspicious and didn't trust Huaijin at all, so he took Ming Feiqing as a hostage to ensure that Huaijin would not dare to do anything that would endanger the throne before his death.

Treason was originally a serious crime of beheading, but because of the expedition, it was reduced to house arrest.

After Ming Feiqing knew the inside story, he didn't have much resentment. He didn't care whether he suffered or not. He followed Huaijin and was used to suffering.

Now the whole of Xiqin believes that he is treasonous, others doubt his innocence and spread rumors about him, it doesn't matter.

"Ajin, as long as you trust me."

The night before the expedition, he held Huai Ziyu's hand and sincerely asked "believe".

Huaijin stroked his cheek: "You stay at home and wait for me to come back. Don't think about the rest."

After all, they are going to fight on the battlefield, life and death are uncertain.

Ming Feiqing unilaterally forgave all the unhappiness and perfunctory avoidance.

He took the initiative to straighten his upper body, and kissed Huaijin on the forehead: "You also need to be well."

He was busy packing Huaijin's clothes for the expedition, but he didn't notice the pain in Huaijin's eyes.

At dawn the next day, Huaijin was going to lead the troops to the border.

At the gate of the East Palace, Ming Feiqing took off the amulet that he had carried with him for many years, and stuffed it into Huai Ziyu's palm.

"Ajin." His eyes were wet, he raised his hand to wrap around Huaijin's neck, put his forehead on his forehead, separated from all the troubles of the world, and whispered, "If my destiny really has such supernatural power , I will give you all the blessings today, and you must come back safely."

After the disastrous defeat, Xi Qin realized that Xi Yi should not be underestimated, and this battle seemed particularly dangerous.

Ming Feiqing was very worried about Huaijin's safety.

He cared too much about Huai Ziyu's life and death. He was regarded as "unlucky" and scolded as "disastrous star" before, so he had no time to care about it.

It wasn't until the moment of his expedition that he hated those ignorant and ignorant people, and even felt helpless for Huai Ziyu who called him "unlucky".

He has always selectively believed in his mysterious fate—only when it is about Huaijin, he is glad that he has such a fate.

He held Huaijin's hand and put it on his heart: "There is only you here, I am wholeheartedly devoted to you, and may Ziweixing protect you."

Huaijin was moved, and kissed Ming Feiqing's forehead back: "Qingqing, no matter what happened to you, I will definitely believe that you are my queen."

This pleasant promise dispelled all of Ming Feiqing's uneasiness and wavering.

When the time came, Huaijin got on the horse.

Ming Feiqing wanted to leave the East Palace to see him off, but was stopped by the guards.

The guards at the gate of the East Palace were sent by the palace, so the guards will only be stricter.

The guard directly held down Ming Feiqing's wheelchair, preventing him from going out.

Ming Feiqing simply abandoned the wheelchair, got up and ran out of the East Palace, on the street, watching Huai Ziyu set off from a distance.

"Ajin! Ajin!!"

He was in poor health and his voice was not very loud.

There was a lot of movement in the march, but Huaijin heard these two calls in a daze. He turned his head and saw Ming Feiqing in blue waving at him. He wanted to jump up, but he didn't jump very high.

The sleeve slipped off his arm, revealing a section of white arm, dazzling in the sun.

Huai Ziyu resisted the urge to rein in his horse and turn around.

The hard battle armor was attached to his body, and the wounds on his back were rubbed against each other through the clothes.

There was a burst of wetness on his back, and he knew that it was not sweat, but blood after the blood scab had been worn away.

Fortunately, the clothes on their bodies were black, otherwise all the soldiers would have discovered that their coach had been injured since the first day of the expedition.

The crime of treason cannot be cleared away, and the emperor is determined to kill Ming Feiqing—he seems to have wanted to kill Ming Feiqing a long time ago.

Huaijin couldn't reverse the case, so he could only take a step back and propose a strategy to lead the army to quell the war on the border.

If he goes to war, he needs a hostage.

The emperor also knew very well in his heart that the only one who could restrain Huai Ziyu was Ming Feiqing, to be precise, it had to be Ming Feiqing who was alive and safe.

The western border urgently needed to send troops to suppress it. The emperor considered it again and again, and finally let go. He did not pursue the death penalty, but when he was released from the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he would be punished with fifty rods. It would be best if his legs could be completely crippled.

Only when Ming Feiqing becomes a complete useless person can the threat to Ziweixing's fate be greatly weakened, and the old emperor can sleep peacefully.

Huaijin knew his father's dark thoughts, so he took fifty blows of the staff on Ming Feiqing's back.

Before the expedition, he had never slept with Ming Feiqing.

Ming Feiqing didn't know that he was wounded and set out for the battle, and he didn't know about the fifty strokes of the cane.

It takes at least half a year to fight, and after half a year, the wounds on the back will not even leave scars.

As long as he doesn't tell, Huai Ziyu thought, this matter can be kept a secret for the rest of his life.

When the marching team reached the point where they could no longer be seen, Ming Feiqing looked away, feeling very disappointed.

The guard stepped forward and said, "Young Master, please go back to the inner courtyard, and don't make things difficult for your subordinates."

Just now Ming Feiqing was able to go out of the East Palace to see him off, which is already disobedient to the emperor's order.

He didn't bother others, and slowly turned back to the East Palace. As soon as he entered the mansion, the guards closed the gate of the East Palace from the outside.

Ming Feiqing looked at the closed door, as if he was cut off from the outside world all of a sudden, and locked in a square world, but he was not desperate, and there was still a flame in his heart waiting for A Jin to return his innocence after triumphant return .

He is very good at having fun while suffering, otherwise he would have died in Tuzhou three years ago.

The peach blossoms in the courtyard were falling freely with the wind, and Ming Feiqing was still in the mood to raise his hand to catch the petals.

He has not yet realized that this house arrest will last until the moment of his death.