The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 383:
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"Go, bring me a bowl of black-bone chicken soup!"
"The Ministry of Punishment is so poor that it doesn't even have black-bone chickens? Doesn't it mean that the poor often stuff money for you? After stuffing the plaintiff and stuffing the defendant? Doesn't it mean that some murderers are just killing white ducks? The rich buy poor people to replace them. A beheaded person? I heard that the market price of a substitute for death is three thousand taels and a three-entry courtyard... Oh, the black-bone chicken soup will be here soon? Okay, I won't say anything anymore."
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Grandma Hua was lying on the square table in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, drinking chicken soup and singing songs comfortably, commanding a group of prison officers and yamen who were crying without tears, and said regretfully: "Oh, it's a pity that there are not enough people, otherwise Let’s bet on Pai Gow.”
After a while, Feng Zhiwei sent a quilt, a coat, and walnut kernels, and Yan Huaishi sent supplements to his wife. Where to send supplements, there was no drug store, ginseng, bird's nests, and shark's fins were all over the floor. Kaiseki also stuffed banknotes with all the prison officers and yamen present. The yamen were coaxed into submission by the couple with a big stick and a sweet date, and they even diligently helped carry the supplements.
While eating the rose gold silk cake sent by Yan Huaishi, Feng Zhiwei smiled and pointed to the wound on Hua Qiong's arm, "Do you feel bad?"
"My heart hurts!" Yan Huaishi replied openly. Hua Qiong was about to glare at him when he smiled and said, "But it's the right thing to do. It would be nice if you just hit me."
Hua Qiong slapped him and laughed, "How can your bones stand up to anything!"
Her eyes were flowing, bright and vivid under the light, full of smiles.
Feng Zhi looked at the young couple flirting with a smile, with a hint of joy and a hint of loneliness in her eyes.
Master Gu, who had been silent and eating walnuts, looked at the pair seriously, tilting his head and not knowing what he was thinking.
Yan Huaishi couldn't stay long, so he left after delivering something. Before leaving, he winked at Feng Zhiwei, and Feng Zhiwei nodded slowly.
"Go to bed early tonight." Hua Qiong said, "I heard that today the cabinet is having a fierce dispute over whether this case should be tried by the Ministry of Criminal Justice or directly by the three judicial departments. Your Highness is also very busy today. He has to sit in charge. The cabinet has made a favorable decision, and the Ministry of Punishment must not make any trouble today. You must also be careful whether anyone is whispering in His Majesty’s ears. He is the prince in charge of the Third Law Department. It is not convenient for him to see you today. Please let me tell you that he trusts you. , you just believe him."
"Of course I have to believe him." Feng Zhiwei stretched lazily, "If you can't protect me, this punishment department will no longer be his. They brothers can only draw their swords when they fight. On the battlefield of imperial power, who can We can’t afford to lose.”
"I stay here because I'm afraid someone will carry a soil bag for you at night." Hua Qiong lay comfortably and said with a smile, "I know you should have made arrangements yourself, but you have to see it with your own eyes to feel at ease."
"Who else is more suitable to stay here than you?" Feng Zhiwei squeezed her hand and said softly: "Go to sleep."
She slowly lay down and slept on her soft and comfortable cloak. Under the cloak was the straw from the prison cell of the Ministry of Punishment, making a rustling sound. In such a small voice, she thought of her mother and brother. They were in the sky prison, sleeping on their mats. Is this the kind of straw you are holding? Is the pampered Feng Hao scared? How did your mother comfort him at that time?
At that time, no one came to visit them in prison, no one shed their blood to protect them, and no one sent them warm and soft cloaks. On the last night of their lives, they slept on moldy straw with a heart filled with fear and sorrow.
The sound of drums in the distance reached here far away, and it sounded empty and lonely. The yellowish light of the oil lamp dimly reflected the dark shadows in the dark cell, squirming slightly, and it seemed like countless objects were far away. silhouette, walking slowly and silently.
In the quiet breath, Feng Zhiwei opened his eyes wide and remained motionless.
After a while, crystal water droplets gradually gathered in the corners of her eyes, getting bigger and bigger, and finally fell into a heavy arc. Unable to bear the trembling in the wind, they slowly flowed down the corners of her eyes and silently penetrated into her temple hair.
The corner of his temples instantly became wet.
This is the first time in two years that she has truly shed tears for the death of her mother and younger brother. All the tears she shed in Ning'an Palace in front of Emperor Tiansheng were just for show. She was crying, but her heart was burning with grief and anger. .
Later that night at the wake, carrying the coffin away in the heavy snow at dawn, and digging two tombs with her own hands in the woods on the outskirts of Beijing, she never shed a tear.
The most **** memories are hidden in the deepest part of her heart, and she doesn't give herself the chance to indulge in sadness.
Just let the tears flow from the bottom of my heart soak in the bitter Chinese years every day.
Tonight, in the same prison, past events are coming back one after another, ringing in the footsteps of that snowy and cold year.
Crying silently.
Across from me, Gu Nanyi suddenly opened his eyes and listened quietly in the darkness.
He could hear nothing clearly, but he seemed to hear everything clearly.
Crying silently.
The sound of a flute suddenly came from the distance.
Feng Zhiwei was startled.
At first she thought it was Zong Chen. She remembered that he was very good at playing the flute. However, because she often listened to it, she was also familiar with Zong Chen’s flute sound. His flute sound was ethereal and light, like floating clouds, with a majestic and wonderful sound. gas. Although the skill of this flute sound is not inferior to his, it is clearer, deeper, gentler and gentler. Although the melody is bleak, it does not have the meaning of sadness and sorrow. Instead, it has a faint and transcendent atmosphere, which makes people feel warm and gentle in their hearts after listening to it. open.
The flute is an ethereal instrument that can easily play sad and sad tunes, but the sound of this flute is special.
The Courtyard of the Ministry of Punishment occupies a vast area, and the dungeon is deep underground. The sound of the flute can be transmitted in, which proves that the other party has used internal power to play the flute. It will not last long, otherwise it will be easy to get internal injuries.
Feng Zhiwei listened quietly in the dark, almost cherishing the ups and downs of every tune. The tune was very unfamiliar, not one that was circulated in the imperial court. The tune was mediocre in the beginning and had a slight wave, which reminded people of temptation and hesitation. Wandering around those subtle emotions of wanting to get closer but not wanting to retreat.
Gradually it becomes slow and heavy, one tense, one sinking and one falling together, a light and pleasant sound emerges, gentle and long, the brilliance appears, like clouds breaking through the moon, and the sea tide rushing under the moon.
As Feng Zhiwei listened to the tune, a smile gradually appeared on her lips. At this moment, she was connected to the flute player, knowing that at this moment, that person must also be immersed in joy.
However, the light and lively sound only lasted for a moment. There was a sudden turn, and there was a dangerous crack. Feng Zhiwei was shocked when he heard the sound. The sound of the flute suddenly turned high and exciting, and the silver bottle was broken by the wind and thunder, like lightning. Thunder flashes in the nine heavens, light rises, clouds grow, fire bursts, stars fall...a huge and irreparable gap is created between heaven and earth...