Feng Qingchen stopped and was about to turn around when Lu Shaolin leaned into her ear and said sullenly: "Feng Qingchen, your eyes are very beautiful, as if you can talk. Don't let me have a chance.
Gouge out your eyes and soak them in wine."
Lu Shaolin is not a kind person either. A kind person cannot be in his position.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, you won't have this chance." Feng Qingchen smiled and strode outside.
The officer behind him was very surprised.
This Feng girl is so capable.
You know, this Feng Qingchen is someone who has been told by her superiors to "treat her well", but she has the ability to ask Mr. Lu to let her go.
awesome.
All the officials were all human beings. When they saw this situation, they would not dare to take Feng Qingchen's idea. They all rushed to please Feng Qingchen.
Injury medicine, hot water, silk, and cotton quilts were all available. Considering that Feng Qingchen had injuries on his back, a medical woman was also found to apply medicine to Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen was not in jail. She was in the bloody prison where she was either dead or disabled. She was on vacation.
Yu Wenyuanhua, Zhou Xing, Wang Qi, Su Wenqing and others suffered because they couldn't eat well or sleep because of her worry.
…
After eating well and sleeping well, Feng Qingchen was full of energy when she woke up the next day, and the wounds on her body were greatly improved because of timely treatment.
Just when she was halfway through her breakfast, Lu Shaolin came over. Feng Qingchen looked up and saw Lu Shaolin's face glowing red, and knew that the little blue pill had worked.
Feng Qingchen was secretly happy, but did not show it at all on his face. He stood up with a smile and said, "Did Master Lu have breakfast? Why not use some together? Xueyiwei's breakfast is really good."
The food was better than what she had at Feng's house. This shows that Feng Qingchen was really poor.
"Okay, I'm not full yet, so I just want to spend some time with Miss Feng." After saying that, he sat down without being picky at all.
The officer behind him almost had his eyes popping out of his head.
Lord Qingtian, has the sun come out in the west?
Mr. Lu, known as Mr. Lu Yanluo, not only came to the Blood-Shirt Guard with a smile on his face today, but also had a meal with a prisoner for the first time. If he told this, no one would believe him.
Of course, the officials were even more shocked to find out what kind of magic power Miss Feng had that allowed Master Lu to make exceptions for her many times.
God, what a man of God!
The officials looked at Feng Qingchen with increasingly hot eyes.
Feng Qingchen chuckled: "Master Lu's soldiers are so direct. With them staring at me like this, Qingchen doesn't even dare to eat."
Lu Shaolin was looking for a chance to talk to Feng Qingchen alone, but when he heard what she said, he immediately pushed him away.
"Miss Qingchen is such a wonderful person. General Feng will die with peace of mind if he has such an outstanding daughter like you. Speaking of which, General Feng and I are still colleagues, but at that time General Feng was already a third-grade military general, and I was just a
A small household." Lu Shaolin smiled and chatted with Feng Qingchen, building a relationship.
The commander of the Blood Clothes Guards wants to make peace with you, will you refuse?
Of course not.
One of them intended to make friends and the other intended to cooperate. After only two or three sentences, Feng Qingchen changed his tune and called Lu Shaolin "Uncle Lu", and Lu Shaolin also called Qingchen's niece.
People who didn't know better thought that these two people were really uncles and nephews.
In fact, these two people were two foxes, an old one and a young one. After breakfast, Lu Shaolin got three small pills from Feng Qingchen, and Feng Qingchen got the right to walk freely in the Blood-Shirt Guard Prison.
Of course, there are some relatively big deals in this, that is, Feng Qingchen can provide an unlimited amount of small pills to Lu Shaolin in the future, provided that Feng Qingchen can get out intact.
Regarding this point, Lu Shaolin did not fully agree, but revealed a piece of news to Feng Qingchen, that is...
It was the Queen Empress who ordered the blood-clad guards to arrest the man. At the same time, the Queen Empress also sent a witness, who was said to be the person who shot the cold arrow in the dark.
It was he who insisted that Feng Qingchen paid for the murder, and he specifically said that the person Feng Qingchen originally wanted to kill was Princess Anping.
Assassinating the princess of the dynasty is not an ordinary felony. This crime is enough to bring Feng Qingchen to the blood-clad guards for tea.
With all the witnesses and physical evidence in hand, and the Queen's words, this case doesn't even need to be tried. Feng Qingchen will never think of going to the Bloody Guard Prison in this life.
Although he could not let Feng Qingchen out, Lu Shaolin also promised that as long as he was there for one day, Feng Qingchen could walk sideways in the Xueyi Guard Prison.
Although she was disappointed, Feng Qingchen still thanked Lu Shaolin. She knew that Lu Shaolin had tried his best, but...
The person she offended had too many backgrounds.
The Queen!
This is a big mountain that no one can shake. What's more, the Queen has laws to follow and rules to teach her this time.
Sigh... Feng Qingchen sighed heavily. Could it be that she, Feng Qingchen, could only spend her whole life in the prison of the Blood Clothes Guard, serving as a medicine delivery machine for Lu Shaolin?
However, her medicine will one day run out. Will her end be worse by then?
Forget it, forget it, just take it one step at a time, it's useless to think about it now.
Since then, Feng Qingchen has become the most special existence of Xueyiwei. The room she lives in, Tianzi No. 9, is decorated like a palace, and all the supplies are the best.
Her food, clothing, housing and transportation are in accordance with the standards of a princess. She has freedom of movement in the Bloody Guard Prison and can enter and exit any cell and punishment room at will.
Of course, Feng Qingchen is a smart person. Although she is dissatisfied with Xueyiwei's inhumane way of doing things, she also knows that she has no ability to change.
She is now walking a tightrope, seemingly safe, but if there is any disturbance, she is in danger of falling.
She can't even save herself, but she still wants to save others. She, Feng Qingchen, is not that holy.
Similarly, Feng Qingchen also knew that she could not (5) be indifferent, so she never went to the punishment room or looked at the prisoners who had just been tortured.
It was indeed very self-deceiving to do this, but she had no choice. She had no ability to save those people, and after seeing it, it only increased her self-blame and anxiety.
Going back and forth in various cells in the past few days, Feng Qingchen learned a lot about the blood-clothed guards and some of the factional disputes in the Dongling Dynasty.
Except for her, Feng Qingchen, almost all the officials in the Blood-Shirt Guard Prison were imprisoned. Most of them were framed by their opponents for corruption or failed political struggles and were imprisoned.
Of course, even if someone framed him, he wouldn't be clean.
Feng Qingchen could not say whether she disliked the court officials or not, but she truly disliked corrupt officials.
Corrupt officials eat the flesh of the people and drink the blood of the people. They deserve to end up like this.
Feng Qingchen knew that as a doctor, when looking at life, everyone should be equal and respect every life.
However, after knowing that more than 80% of those who were sentenced to severe punishment had the experience of corruption and bribery, Feng Qingchen felt that she felt much more at ease, and the pain of being tortured by her conscience to the point of falling asleep was alleviated a lot.
But what she didn't expect was that in this prison of blood-clad guards, which was full of corrupt officials, she would actually find a clean, clear and innocent young man.
The young man survived eighteen kinds of punishments by the blood-clad guards. His whole body was full of ulcers and no part of his body was intact. His only eyes were as clean as crystal, unstained by a trace of dust.
Looking at this young man, Feng Qingchen finally understood what Lu Shaolin meant when he said life was worse than death.
That means you can't be reborn, and you can't die.
The young man begged her with his last breath: "Sister, please kill me, kill me."