The White-Haired Imperial Concubine

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Linger covered her mouth and nose, and quickly pulled her, and said quietly, "Lord, let's go out."

The man was silent, and his vision gradually became a little clearer. There seemed to be many murder weapons hanging on the surrounding wall, all kinds and everything.

She suddenly understood that this was the torture chamber in Fuchu! No wonder that day, when the girls heard that they were going to be sent to the execution room, their faces changed drastically.

The scream stopped since she entered the room.

She picked up the flint on the side, lit the torch on the wall, and saw a person lying on the ground in front of her.

Perhaps it can no longer be called a person, but a vague flesh. On the ground around the man, old and new blood stains, brown spots.

Linger screamed and said with a trembling voice: "Lord, master ... he, who is he? Is he dead or alive?"

He patted her hand calmly, took a few steps forward, and asked, "Who are you?"

The people on the ground labored to look up, his messy hair almost covered his entire face, only those pair of unsatisfied desperate eyes, looking through the cracks in the hair. The hoarse voice, as if cut to the throat, was extremely weak: "Mrs .... don't you recognize your subordinate?"

This sound seems a little familiar. There was a shock in his heart, and he asked unbelievably, "Xiang Ying?"

The man's cracked mouth was lined with dark brown blood clots that had already coagulated, and a smirk made people chill. "It's hard for my wife ... I still remember my subordinates."

Manxi immediately stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to shake the hair in front of him. His hand trembled slightly. The face that had once been masculine, was already thin and immature at this moment, his face was waxy yellow, his hair was turbid, his eyes were turbid. **** off. But still can tell, it is indeed Fu Zi's personal guard-Xiang Ying!

Frowning frantically, he asked, "Why are you here? You still look like this?" Isn't he the most capable subordinate of Fu Zhao?

Xiang Ying held up his hand weakly, his eyes despairing, and he was powerless: "Because the Qingliang Lake ... the subordinate guardian is disadvantageous, causing the wife to almost die ... the general killed ... picking my hands and feet, let me here ... think Too. "

It was because she was injured that Fu Zhao punished his close friends like this! Does Fu Zhao value her so much? Or is Fu Zhao himself cruel by nature, not allowing others to make a little mistake?

It is said to have thought, it is better to say to wait for death. The flesh and blood on his body was festering, and his hands and feet could not move, and there was a bowl far from him. The bowl was full of food, and it had a musty smell. Presumably, he could not move his hands and eat with his mouth. Just spilled out.

She crouched down, inspected his meridians, and found that not all had been cut off, as long as it was not too long and there was hope for repair.

Fu Pu's punishment is cruel enough. For a person like Xiang Ying, physical pain alone should not be enough to cause him to collapse. Instead, this kind of hope is reserved for him, allowing him to experience it slowly as time passes. The taste of despair is the most tortured way.

Man Yan turned his head and instructed: "Linger, ask someone to ask the best doctor. Let someone bring Xiang Ying back to his place."

"Oh." Linger went out when he got down.

Xiang Ying trembled and looked at her in shock. At this moment, in her eyes, she was like a fairy of salvation, and the beauty of transcendence was even more dazzling. His godless eyes gradually glowed with a faint light, uncertain, as if he did not believe that she would save him, or that he did not believe that she could save him. For a long time, as long as he got into this torture room because of punishment, no one can escape by chance. Nor did he expect that the general would make an exception to him.

At that moment, countless emotions flashed in his eyes, there was an expectation of seeing a glimmer of hope on the verge of despair, and a fear of deeper despair after hope. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of such a way of death, it was too long.

He shivered and said, "Mrs. General ... will not agree."

Laughing comfortably, "You can rest assured that since it's because of me, I won't ignore you."

The servants who guarded the garden came soon, and as soon as they entered the house, they respected Manchu: "The guards who are subordinate are unfavorable, but let the wife enter this ominous place. Damn people, etc., please! Quickly leave. "

Man Yan didn't speak immediately, only glanced at them, and his eyes were extremely sharp, and after a while, he said: "You send Xiang Ying back to his place, and when the general returns to the house, I will explain to him that I will not affect you. . "

The men looked at each other, and Qiqi worshiped, "Mrs. forgive sins! The general is here. Those who enter here, unless there is a general amnesty from the generals, whoever releases the crimes will accompany the prisoners here. "

"Bold!" Linger shouted loudly, "You don't see who my master is! Sin with the prisoner? Give you a hundred guts and see if you dare to touch my master with a hair ?! Do you know? The reason why Xiang Ying was punished so heavily was because he did not protect my master. How dare you defy the command of the master, how many heads did you have? "

As soon as the people heard it, there was a rush of panic on their faces, their heads were lowered, and they didn't dare to say a word or agree to let go. Who is Xiang Ying? That is a close friend of the general. He was punished just because he was not good at protecting his wife. This shows the importance of his wife in the general's heart!

His eyes were stern, his face was full of majesty, his voice was low, and he was quite imposing: "I said, the general blame, the wife of her own!" Said that seeing those few people still hesitant, he Coldly: "What? Are you waiting for Mrs. Ben to do it yourself?"

"Mrs. resentment! I dare not subordinate!" The people worshiped for several weeks, and quickly carried out the item that could not move.

Tonight Fu Fu returned home a lot earlier than the other day.

She used dinner and sat in the garden for a cool day. After Fu Zhao changed her clothes, she sat across from her and looked at her thoughtfully, as if waiting for her to say something, but he just didn't say anything, just like nothing, and took out a folding fan from his sleeve. , Fanning myself.

When Fu Zhao glanced at the folding fan, his mild eyes changed slightly, and he calmly asked, "Rong Le, your fan ... is so special. Where did it come from?"

Only then did he realize that she actually had the Moyu folding fan that Zongzheng hadn't worry about. She gently closed it and said lightly, "Given by others."

Fu Zhu looked at the vividly carved scull on the jade bone, his eyes turned a few times, and his chest became astringent for a while. He lowered his eyes and sounded "oh" quietly.

Manxi closed the fan, put it in his sleeve, and without turning around, he said directly, "General, I want to be alone with you."

Fu Zhaowen asked, "But Xiangying?"

"Yes." She knew that she had let Xiang Xiang play, and he would surely get the news the first time.

Fu Zhao didn't even hesitate, so he answered, "OK."

For a long while, he didn't expect him to agree so easily.

Fu Zhao seemed to see through her mind, and smiled softly: "You have been marrying me for more than a year. Rarely would you say something to me today, how about me, breaking an example for you? Let alone a person, even if It ’s the general ’s house, and as long as I can give it, I ’ll agree. ”

Suddenly he leaned forward, reached out to grab her hand, and held it tightly. He looked at her with certainty, and there was a tender tenderness in his eyes, and he said, "Just ... Rongle, when ... will you want me to go?"

He froze stiffly, unnaturally turning away. "The general laughed."

"Just think I'm joking." Fu Zhao let go of her hand, and her gentle smile blended a bit of bitterness. He is a general who controls the life and death of the country. He can change the colors of the world by waving his hands. He can change his face and care about the blood and dead bodies, but who can think of it, he will face the pillow every night. Man, guessing hard, that woman who was quietly holding him in her arms, but separated from him by a distant corner of the earth, what was she thinking?

The moonlight that night was exceptionally bright, and the window was shining on the floor of the bedroom in Qingyuan Garden. She was still lying face-to-face, and Fu Tu was holding her waist behind her, listening to her shallow and even breathing, and she knew she was not asleep.

His eyes crossed her, looking at the Moyu folding fan at her hand. There seemed to be something rushing in his chest, and he couldn't hold it back.

He closed his eyes heavily and opened again, suddenly supporting himself, pulling her over.

It was too late to think about it, and he had kissed his lips sharply, and she couldn't help but startled.

At this moment, Fu Zhao made her feel so strange. She didn't understand the situation at all, and didn't know why he suddenly became so manic. He changed his usual gentleness, and his kisses and enthusiasm were enraged as if in With whom he is mad, like a wayward child.

He tore her clothes anxiously, rolled over and pressed down, panicked, and pushed him intuitively.

Fu Zhao looked up, the mild eyes were extremely hot at this moment, the handsome face was full of strong desire, she knew very well what kind of message it was sending to her.

"General ..."

"Rong Le," Fu Cho interrupted, "I'm not a saint." 2k novel reading network