"I smiled triumphantly, and I smiled triumphantly again, smiling at the immortality of people in this mortal world..."
Entering the dungeon again, my mood was no longer as good as before. I walked into the dungeon humming a yellow tune and swinging the tassel around my waist. I glanced at Ning Yuanjue and thought of what he said. In front of him, what am I doing?
Everything became careless, and he said angrily: "Oh, Lord Ning, long time no see! It seems like you are having a good time!"
"Well, it's pretty good. Do you want to try it? The clavicle is very exciting like this." Ning Yuanjue replied.
"I just..." Just as he was about to say something, he felt his skirt being pulled by a black hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was Comrade "Xia Mi". If I remember correctly, his name was Wang Fuxi, so could he be the one Huici mentioned?
Xiao Xizi?
He knelt down hesitantly and asked in a low voice: "Are you the father-in-law from the Queen Mother's Palace?"
Suddenly his hand reached out to my head and pulled off the hairpin, which belonged to Huici.
"Hey!" Ning Yuanjue shouted.
He quickly put his index finger to his lips to signal him to speak down! Wang Fuxi was already in tears, holding the hairpin tightly, his hands trembling, and his deep-set eyes looked at me eagerly, full of longing.
I shook my head and said, "The owner of the hairpin is dead. Before she died, she gave this to me." I looked around alertly and asked in a deep voice, "Is the little Xizi that Master Huici talks about you?"
He nodded repeatedly, as if feeling grateful that Yu Huici could still remember him, and tears flowed down the folds of his face.
"Is everything Huici said true? Then where did her son go? Was he killed?" I feel it is necessary to ask these questions for Huici. If he is still there, I will try my best to find him and take him to burn incense for Huici.
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Wang Fuxi nodded slightly and then shook his head with self-blame.
I took a deep breath, allowed myself to take my time, and said, "Huici really has a son?"
nod.
"die?"
Shake his head.
"Alive?"
He nodded very carefully.
A flash of inspiration came to her mind, and what she saw was actually a civet cat swapping for a prince! The Queen Mother had never given birth to a prince, and originally wanted to make Huangfu Hao the prince. What she needed most at the moment was a son, so she was pregnant, but there was no guarantee that he would be born.
Will be a son...
Huangfu Hao said that he had heard crying in the Queen Mother's Palace...
Huangfu Hao must have had suspicions when he arrested Wang Fuxi and wanted to find out something...
Wang Fuxi was a person close to the Queen Mother, but he was poisoned and silenced. This over-covering made people suspicious...
"Does her son have the same name as Zhi?"
Surprised! Nod very slowly!
So Huangfu Zhi is Huici’s son! Then what about the daughter born to the Queen Mother? Is she dead?
Wang Fuxi reluctantly handed the hairpin back to me, huddled against the wall and ignored me.
"Wait, I have more questions!" There are many more questions I want to ask. For example, there is no reason for the Queen Mother not to kill Huici and send her here...
But Wang Fuxi said nothing. He shook his head, and then wrote with trembling fingers on the ground: "You can't live if you help the emperor to abuse you, and your childhood sweethearts are no longer in love."
He pushed me hard, and then wiped away the words with his hands, very hard, until there were bloody marks on the ground.
Um!
Only a flash of white flashed across his eyes, and Wang Fuxi groaned, his eyes losing all brilliance.
Looking at the long chopsticks inserted into his chest, not even a drop of blood flowed from his chest. This should be Yan Niang's specialty!
"He should have died a long time ago. I never had time to kill him." Yan Niang stood in front of the jailer's dining table, rubbing her thumb and index finger. She might have just crushed an ant to death.
She walked up to Ning Yuanjue with a cold face. Queen Qian had already removed her clavicle whip, and her wounds had been treated and bandaged. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes involuntarily drifted to Wang Fuxi who had expired. He had worked hard all his life, but in the end, he only served others
Making a wedding dress ended tragically.
Ning Yuanjue's big hand gently covered my hand, rubbing it slightly, with a smile on his face.
"The Lord ordered me to change the clothes of Governor Ning so that I can send you out." Yan Niang explained her purpose, but there was something unknown hidden in her eyes.
"No need, I'll just change it!" I took the clothes and shook them, afraid that they would play some trick and put some poison in the clothes.
"Okay then, you will put it on for Governor Ning yourself." Yan Niang smiled meaningfully.
Ning Yuanjue shook his head and said, "Girl, there is no need to change your clothes. Just go out as you came. It may not be a good thing that he agreed to let me go so easily!"
"Well, okay." He put the clothes back into the package and carried them behind his back. He helped Ning Yuanjue stand up and said to Yan Niang, "It's time to let us go now!"