The late emperor's concubine was still named Feng, and all Feng Jiuer could think of was Feng Qingyin.
Feng Jiuer had already known about Emperor Qiwen's death and Zhan Yuheng's ascension to the throne.
She just didn't expect to hear such news when she arrived.
"She is Concubine Qing, you don't know?" The man in green clothes put down the empty bowl in his hand and said.
"Why is it surprising that we don't know the late emperor's concubine?" The man who spoke at the beginning lowered his voice.
"However, it's better that we don't talk about these gossips."
"Didn't you say this yourself first?" The man in gray clothes rolled his eyes at the man next to him and said disdainfully.
"The late emperor's concubine was actually executed by the emperor himself. I don't know what she committed?"
"You don't know? I heard that this concubine has been doing evil in the harem for a long time because she has a little prince in her hands." The man in green clothes continued.
"It's normal for people like this to do all kinds of bad things and the Emperor can't bear it."
"You know a lot." The man in gray clothes picked up the cup and took a sip of wine. "Do you know when it will be implemented?"
"I heard it will be three days later. I don't know about the rest." The man in green clothes responded softly.
Feng Jiuer held the tea cup and kept looking at the three people not far away.
She didn't look away until the waiter came over with the meal.
"What's wrong?" Feng Yandong asked softly.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes to look at him and said softly: "Eat, we'll talk about it later."
"Yeah." Feng Yandong nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
After eating in the inn, the two of them settled in directly.
In the side room, Feng Jiuer sat in front of the table, holding a pen and paper in his hand, not knowing what to draw on it.
Feng Yandong knocked on the door, opened the door to the wing, and walked in.
He sat down opposite Feng Jiu'er and asked in a low voice: "Has the plan changed?"
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded, "I have to go to the palace first."
Feng Jiuer didn't want to know why Feng Qingyin was executed by Zhan Yuheng.
However, she had to figure out one thing before Feng Qingyin died.
"Enter the palace?" Feng Yandong frowned, "For the time being, the situation in the palace is unknown. It will not be easy for us to enter."
"I just wanted to send a message to our brothers who are lurking in the Imperial City to ask about some matters." Feng Jiuer buried her head and continued to draw on the paper.
"But, this time, I have to go in."
"Is it because of Concubine Qing?" Feng Yandong asked.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded, "Concubine Qing is Feng Qingyin, my nominal sister in the Feng family."
"I have to ask her personally about some things. Don't worry too much! This is not the first time I have entered the palace."
"Now, even the emperor is busy fighting against the people of the imperial family. The guards in the palace must be laxer than usual. I will go in overnight and there will be no problem."
"Okay." Feng Yandong nodded, "I'll go in with you."
Feng Jiuer nodded, folded the letter in his hand, stood up, went over and opened the window of the wing.
"Dong, you go over and have a rest. We will set off at dawn tomorrow."
"Okay." Feng Yandong nodded again, stood up, turned around and walked out.
A gentle whistle sounded, and a bird landed on Feng Jiuer's shoulder.
Feng Jiuer tied the letter to the bird's leg and the bird left. She closed the window and went back to the bed to lie down.
After being separated for several months, everything has changed. Apart from the palace, she also needs to go back to Feng's house.
In the Feng family, the wet nurse is not here and the mute slave has also left, but there is still a grandfather who treats her well.
In addition to wanting to go back and find out about the wet nurse's death, Feng Jiu'er was also a little worried that Feng Qingyin's incident had harmed the Feng family.
No matter what, Grandpa Feng is a good person. He has devoted his life to the people of the country. Feng Jiuer does not want to see him too miserable in his later years.
With all these thoughts in her mind, Feng Jiuer felt a little sleepless.
I don't know how long it took for the person on the bed to breathe slowly and evenly.
…
Sunrise and sunset, two days are just a blink of an eye.
Even in summer, the night in the palace is a bit cool.
A black shadow sank into the city wall and soon disappeared without a trace.
Deep in the dungeon, it cannot be said to be terrifying, but there are gusts of dark wind.
Feng Jiu'er, wearing night clothes, walked on the cantilevered beam without attracting anyone's attention.
She walked forward until she entered the innermost cell, when she saw a familiar figure.
The cell was very dark, different from the outside. Except for a little moonlight coming in through a small window, there was nothing else.
Feng Qingyin sat on the only wooden bed in the cell, her eyes had long lost their luster.
At this moment, she seemed to be a completely different person from the arrogant Feng Qingyin before.
But no matter what she looked like, Feng Jiuer still recognized her at a glance.
She jumped lightly and stood in front of the cell without making any sound.
Feng Qingyin felt a gust of wind rushing in. When she raised her eyes, there was already a person standing in front of her.
Feng Jiu'er was able to open the cell door so easily not because she knew this technique, but because her brothers in the imperial city even prepared the keys for her.
It is said that it is the key that can open the door of any cell.
Feng Qingyin raised her eyes and stared at the man in black who suddenly appeared, her eyes finally regaining a little luster.
"Who are you? Are you here to save me?" Feng Qingyin stood up in excitement and pulled on Feng Jiuer's sleeves.
"Get me out, I don't want to be in this hellish place, I don't want to stay in this hellish place."
Feng Jiuer was not in a hurry, staring into her eyes without any reaction.
People like Feng Qingyin have done many evil things, and they must have suffered a lot after becoming a prisoner.
Zhan Yuheng had no time to deal with such small matters, so Feng Qingyin's enemies came to visit.
There are still many vacant cells outside. Feng Qingyin is here, and it can be said that the sky and the earth are not functioning properly.
Feng Qingyin let go of Feng Jiuer's clothes and looked at the opened door of the cell.
"I... want to go out. I don't want to be in this ghost place. I don't want to stay here." Suddenly, she ran out like crazy.
Feng Jiuer stretched out her long arms, without touching anyone at all. She stretched out her hand and pulled it back casually. Feng Qingyin quickly stepped back and fell on the hay.
"Ah..." A scream, extremely hoarse.
After a fall, a person whose clothes are messy and shabby doesn't even have the strength to get up.
Feng Jiuer took two steps over and stood in front of Feng Qingyin. The beam of moonlight shining in just illuminated her face.
She curled her lips slightly, stretched out her hand, and pulled off the cloth covering her face.
Feng Qingyin looked at this condescending woman, and murderous intent suddenly ignited in her eyes.
"It's you? How could it be you? Why don't you die!"
"No! You're not dead yet, and I can't die either. Before I die, I must finish you off, you bitch!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Qingyin stood up and rushed towards Feng Jiuer.
