The palace people tried their best to tear the two apart, and Concubine Xi fell into the arms of the palace maid in embarrassment, "This slut! Give Hongu a slap! ”

"Yes!"

"Smack! ——”

The slap landed on Hua Long's cheek, again and again.

She stared at Concubine Xi's back, ignoring the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and smiled viciously.

Until all the palace people left, Hua Long heard a "bang" sound, she turned her eyes, and Feng Changqi was jumping down from under the eaves.

Feng Changqi squatted in front of her, she seemed to want to touch it, and withdrew her hand halfway, "Does it hurt?" ”

Hua Long blinked, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Hahahahaha, does it hurt?" Does it hurt? ”

has been in this cold palace for more than ten years, and this is the first time someone has asked her, is it painful?

How can it not hurt?

What about the pain?

She burst into tears with laughter, tears running down the wound and disappearing into the dirt along with the blood, and Feng Changqi looked at her with a puzzled face.

There was a sound of slamming the door at the courtyard gate, "Help me up." Hua Long said.

Feng Changqi helped Hualong, and the two walked to the door.

Opening the door, Hua Long let go of her hand, her delicate face turned purple from injury, and said softly, "Go ahead." ”

Feng Changqi looked back suspiciously, only to find that the inner prisoners who had just entered had already come out, they were carrying stretchers covered with white cloths in their hands, her fingertips trembled, and she had already guessed what was there.

She stumbled over, rushing towards her mother as she had been babbling and walking unsteadily.

Only this time, what was waiting for her was no longer her mother's warm embrace, but a cold body.

Feng Changqi trembled his hands and caressed A-Niang's face.

She choked up and couldn't speak, touched the ground with her head, and let the tears run wild, "A-Niang, I'm Changqi, I'm here to send you on your last journey." ”

I will remember A-Niang's teachings and will live well.

You just follow the wind, fly all the way to the side of the immortal sky, you have to laugh.

She closed the white cloth and watched Hua Long stuff a purse for the inner supervisor headed by her.

Feng Changqi knelt in place, the setting sun stretched the shadow of the stretcher for a long time, and she kept staring until everything was gone.

"Where will they send A-Niang?"

Hua Long stood in place, hoarse voice, "Mass grave." ”

Feng Changqi raised his head, saw the light flashing in the corner of her eye, and lowered his eyes.

She didn't know what a mass grave was, but it probably wasn't a good place to go.

Withered vines, jackdaws, it's been two days since that fire.

Winter is coming, the cold palace is cold, Feng Changqi is sleeping on the couch with her hair scattered, the cloth is as cold as iron, and she can't help but curl up.

In Yongxiang, which is separated by a wall, the sound of the palace people sweeping the snow came, Feng Changqi stood up, the snow was white outside the window, and she walked out of the door in her bedclothes.

The fingertips were slightly cool, and it was snowing.

Hua Long stood under the porch, looking at her side face and fixed, and after a while, she said, "You go and bring this month's monthly order." ”

The cold palace concubine with strong winds also has a monthly example to take.

Feng Changqi changed into a white-washed palace robe, she rubbed the rough lace of the waist seal, this was the only piece of clothing that A-Niang made for her by herself, and the shoes on her feet were also left over from the inner prison.

She breathed hot air into the palm of her hand and rushed into the ice and snow.

The tall city wall wrapped around Yongxiang, and Feng Changqi looked up at this line of heaven and earth, his eyes were full of shadows.

Facing the wind and snow to the Internal Affairs Office, Feng Changqi stomped his feet at the door, his thin cloth shoes had been soaked in melted snow, and he poked his head out at the door to look inside.

Today is the day of the moon, and there is an endless stream of palace people in various palaces.

The rest of the palace people saw that Feng Changqi was alive, and they wore shabby, cut in line, and squeezed out, and when it came to Feng Changqi, there was no one else except her and the little eunuch who was in the hair.

"Yongxiang, Hualong." A sharp tone sounded, and Feng Changqi moved his unconscious feet forward.

This eunuch's name is Chen Youde, he is the eunuch in charge of the hair, and he has a sharp-beaked monkey cheek face, blue and white, and his eyes are blue and black, which makes people look unprovoked and frightened.

He threw the purse up and down in the palm of his hand, but his eyes fell on Feng Changqi's face.

Even if you are dressed down, even if you are despicably thin, you have a unique beauty of arrogance.

Chen Youde's gaze was unscrupulous, Feng Changqi naturally noticed it, and she said coldly: "My moon." ”

"Me?" The eunuch's shrill voice sounded, making Feng Changqi couldn't help frowning.

Chen Youde stood up, "Sure enough, it's a slave from the cold palace, there are no rules, what kind of place can accommodate you, me, mine?" ”

Feng Changqi's eyes stared at the purse that jumped in his palm.

She acted on instinct, her heart was as clean as a diamond mirror, and she naturally didn't know how filthy the eyes of the person in front of her were when he looked at her.

"You want it?" Chen Youde took a picture of the little jade face, and a fishy disgusting breath came to his face, "If you want to, just accompany the master, maybe the master will be happy, and then add some more to it." ”

Feng Changqi tried to struggle, but the strength was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and there was no effect at all.

"You let go of me!"

This appearance did not anger Chen Youde, but made him even more interested.

"Let go of you? Little slut, have you forgotten what Grandpa just said? Where are you and me in this palace? There are only miscellaneous families, slaves and maids, let grandpa teach you the rules today, lest you collide with nobles in the future, and your life will not be saved. Chen Youde stretched out his hand as he spoke, tearing Feng Changqi's already thin palace clothes.

The lace on the sleeve has already gone through several spring and autumn seasons, how can it withstand this tearing.

Feng Changqi stepped back and forth until he reached the table in the record book.

Facing Chen Youde's pressure, she subconsciously propped up the table and reached out to touch the inkstone on the table.

At this moment of distraction, Chen Youde suddenly pounced.

The greasy big mouth approached her snow-white jade-soft neck, and the fishy breath came to her face, making people almost sick.

"I'm a person from Hualong Palace, you let me go!" Feng Changqi gritted his teeth and said coldly, A-Niang had explained to her, and before she was recognized, she couldn't let people know who she was.

If she can't avoid today's catastrophe, she must also live!

She is not afraid of death, she can't die, A-Niang worked hard to let her live, she can't just die.

"Smack-"

Chen Youde twisted his face, slapped Feng Changqi's face, and said fiercely: "Hualong? What is she, she is just an abandoned woman in the cold palace, and in this palace, the most worthless thing is a woman! You'd better be honest with me, or Grandpa won't mind having fun with a few old friends. ”

Anger rises from the heart, and evil grows to the guts.

Feng Changqi squeezed the inkstone tightly, "bang-" and slapped the inkstone towards the back of his head.

"Ahh

Chen Youde's body softened in response, and blood snaked down the snow.

Feng Changqi was frightened, a gust of wind blew, she shivered, came back to her senses and trembled to the tip of Chen Youde's nose, and suddenly withdrew her hand as if she had touched fire.