Zhuyu knew that the poisoned wine was knocked down in public, and the Queen would know about it sooner or later.
She has already made a mistake with one thing, and she must not make another mistake with this one.
Feng Qingchen must die!
As a maid next to the Queen, Zhuyu understands better than anyone else how cruel the Queen's methods are.
Only if Feng Qingchen dies will the Queen be able to let her live.
Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on Zhuyu's lips.
Dead Taoist friend Zhuo Pindao, anyway, you, Feng Qingchen, are going to die sooner or later. If you die early, you can save my life, so why not do it.
If the king wants his minister to die, he must die.
The Queen wants you to die at the third watch, but she must not save your life until the fifth watch.
Don't blame me when you meet the King of Hell. If you want to blame, blame the Queen. If you want to blame, blame yourself for something like this.
Zhuyu lowered her head, picked up the white silk on the ground, and walked elegantly towards Feng Qingchen...
Looking at Zhuyu, who was walking toward him step by step with a bloodthirsty smile, Feng Qingchen's fingers were cold and he bit his lips tightly. His delicate pink lips were bitten to pieces by Feng Qingchen...
Does it hurt?
pain!
It’s just that she was numb from the pain!
Her forehead hurt, her cheeks hurt, and the injuries on her body hurt even more. It hurt to her bones and heart, and it hurt so much that she wanted to cry.
But these are all painful, and they are not worth mentioning in a life-or-death situation.
This time, Feng Qingchen was really scared and hated!
In this era when life is as short as grass, if the supreme queen wants her to die, she really can't survive.
As a doctor, she was obsessed with life and death, but the more so, the more she longed to live.
The moment she entered the palace, she understood that it would not be easy to get out alive, so she took the risk to attack Dongling Ziluo, hoping to save her own life.
Fortunately, she achieved what she wanted, but she didn't expect that the royal family would be so untrustworthy and turn around and order her death.
Isn’t this glass of poisonous wine and this three-foot white silk the work of Dongling Ziluo?
Feng Qingchen wouldn't believe it even if he beat him to death.
Any promise made by a gentleman is all a lie. How can there be so many coincidences in this world? As soon as Dongling Ziluo entered the palace, the queen's poisonous wine and Bai Ling were brought out.
This time, Feng Qingchen really misunderstood Dongling Ziluo. Dongling Ziluo really didn't know what the Queen was doing. However, when he saw this scene in the palace, he had no intention of stopping it.
It would be better if Feng Qingchen died like this.
Feng Qingchen's life reminded him of being threatened by a powerless woman.
For a man, for a man of incomparable dignity, this is intolerable.
"Feng Qingchen, the Queen has rewarded you."
Zhuyu handed the white silk in her hand to Feng Qingchen. Because of this movement, the pearl hairpin on her bun hit back and forth, making a crisp and sweet sound, which relieved the dull atmosphere slightly and made Feng Qingchen
Qingchen's sanity returned.
Feng Qingchen seemed not to notice, and quickly lowered his head, taking a deep breath to cover up all the emotions in his eyes.
With a decent smile, Feng Qingchen raised his head and asked calmly: "Do you have anything to say to the Queen?"
She wanted to make a bet that the queen would not directly say: I will kill you.
As long as the queen didn't say anything, she could pretend not to understand and wait until she left the palace to talk about everything. Anyway, she had already offended both the queen and Dongling Ziluo, so it didn't matter if she added this sum.
If you want me to die, I have to die!
Huh, that's really ridiculous.
In this world, not everyone is so foolish and loyal, dying for the so-called morality of the monarch and his ministers. She doesn't know about others, but she, Feng Qingchen, will never do it.
What is a king and what is a minister?
The princes, generals, and prime ministers are all innocent. The world of Dongling was taken from others. The country was founded less than a hundred years ago. Why should such a king want her to die twice in one day?
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Zhuyu's mouth. The poisonous wine was there, so how could the Queen have anything to say to her? But it was different now, the poisonous wine was gone, and some things had to be explained...
Clearing her throat, Zhuyu said with an arrogant look: "His Royal Highness, Prince Luo, said that Miss Feng, you are not in good shape and your body is unclean. The Empress asked Miss Feng to read more of the "Female Commandments", and you must act according to the "Female Commandments" in the future.
as a guideline.”
As stated in the "Female Commandments", a woman who is impure should not live in this world. Zhuyu believed that this was enough for Feng Qingchen to understand.
Feng Qingchen's clenched fists finally loosened, and her pale face due to the loss of blood recovered a bit of blush. She lowered her head and took the white silk in Zhuyu's hand: "Qingchen thanks the Queen for your teaching."
If there is no decree for me to die, why should I die?
"The Commandment of Women"? I will watch it when I have time, but I believe I will never have the chance to watch it in this life.
As for this three-foot white silk.
In addition to being used for hanging, Bai Ling can also be used for many purposes.
"Hmph!" Zhuyu raised her head arrogantly: "Feng Qingchen, you should be aware of yourself and don't think about fighting with the sky."
"Yes, Lady Official." Feng Qingchen responded in a good-tempered manner.
"Why don't you leave quickly? There is no place for dirty people like you and others to stay in this holy land of the palace." Zhuyu looked at Feng Qingchen who seemed confused and became more and more mean.
Feng Qingchen, get out of the palace quickly and find a tree to hang yourself on. Maybe the Queen will see how pitiful you are and will give you a straw mat before throwing you into a mass grave.
Dirty person!
Feng Qingchen remained silent and turned around silently.
Today, she suffered more insults than she did in her previous life.
In her previous life, if someone scolded her, she could scold her back; if someone hit her, she could hit him back.
Now, it doesn't work.
Powerless and without protection, she has no willfulness in this world.
The more I live, the more I go back.
Feng Qingchen raised his head, blinked, looked at the gloomy sky...and blinked back the tears in his eyes.
Feng Qingchen, don't cry. The last life was so difficult, why don't you come out of it? What does this little humiliation mean now?
Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi.
Time is still long, she, Feng Qingchen, will not be unlucky for the rest of her life.
The shame these people have placed on her today will one day be repaid.
The moment he stepped forward, Feng Qingchen loosened his hands, and saw that the twisted white silk in his hands suddenly spread out, and a piece of white cloth about half a meter wide appeared in front of everyone.
"What is this for?"
Seeing Feng Qingchen let go of Bai Ling, everyone murmured in confusion, and the next second they understood.
Feng Qingchen turned around, and the white silk in his hand turned into a white shawl, which was draped on Feng Qingchen's shoulders, stacked with the red gauze on his body, it looked very beautiful...
What a courage!
The eunuch and the maid secretly thought in her heart, the Queen's intention is so obvious, but Feng Qingchen still dares to...
And the next second, they understood what it meant to be bolder. Feng Qingchen, who wrapped Bai Ling around his body, knelt down towards the Queen's palace and said loudly:
"The Empress is compassionate and pities Qing Chen for not being able to cover her body with clothes. She gives Qing Chen three feet of white silk to cover her body. Qing Chen thanks her and wishes the Empress to live a thousand years..."
After kowtowing, his bloody forehead was stained with ashes, but Feng Qingchen didn't care, wiped it off gently, and stood up gracefully.
In the midst of Zhuyu's face mixed with green and white, and in the midst of everyone's surprised faces, Feng Xuanchen turned around and left proudly.
(6) The wind blows, and the white silk on her body floats up. Coupled with Feng Qingchen’s chic and bold steps, she looks a bit like an immortal...
In the palace, Dongling Ziluo looked at Feng Qingchen's resolutely leaving figure. He couldn't tell whether he admired or disgusted him for a moment, but his eyes couldn't stay away from the red and white figure.
The red dress is so filthy, but the white silk is pure and flawless.
Feng Qingchen, are you telling the world that you are innocent?
Hahaha……
Feng Qingchen, you are so naive.
Is your innocence worth anything?
After today, will anyone in this world care about someone's innocence?
Dongling Ziluo turned around arrogantly, leaving Feng Qingchen behind.