It is the favorite kind of brocade handkerchief among the palace ladies, with a red plum embroidered on it. Everyone knows that it is the symbol of the maid in the queen's palace. The queen is also an elegant person. She knows that the emperor is elegant and loves the culture of the Southern Dynasties, so her maid
They took the symbols of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums respectively. Many of the clothes and jewelry of the palace maids had these types. Yanhong was the eldest palace maid, so it was the highest-level plum blossom.
The brocade handkerchief is bright red, indisputable!!!
Fear was like an uninvited devil. For the first time, Feng Miaozhi felt a kind of frustration - just like a person who had already stood on the top of a mountain, but suddenly a giant wolf rolled up, and the sky-like waves instantly swept people away.
submerged.
Her voice was extremely dry and angry: "Feng Zhaoyi, what does this mean? How could I know that you are not an old man? Even if you dig out this box, it doesn't prove that there is nothing in the box you buried earlier... Moreover,
It doesn’t necessarily mean that you sent someone to steal the bright red veil..."
Feng Miaolian laughed loudly: "Empress Feng, you overestimate me. I am so foresighted, predicting that you will punish me like this today, so I made preparations in advance?"
Feng Miaozhi couldn't answer.
After a while, he asked: "I hate evil, how can I curse myself?"
Everyone lost their judgment again.
It stands to reason that Queen Feng framed Feng Zhaoyi.
But after hearing what Empress Feng said, I thought, yes, how can anyone curse themselves? Look, Empress Feng’s little wooden figure has needles stuck in its chest. How uncomfortable that is.
"Queen Feng, you know that the curse cannot kill people. Otherwise, how can there be any torture in this world?"
"Bitch, you are talking nonsense..."
"Am I talking nonsense? Ask Yanhong if everything will be clear?"
Yanhong was lying on the ground, her body like chaff.
"Slave...Every word of this slave is true...Slave didn't lie...It was indeed Feng Zhaoyi who buried the thing that was disgusting with victory..."
Tuoba Hong stood up and walked to Yan Hong in person.
Yan Hong kowtows, not daring to see the beauty of the sky.
However, she could hear His Majesty's footsteps and the sound of boots hitting her ears, and her body felt like chaff.