"Master Sang, what do you mean by this? We, the Criminal Punishment Department, handle cases and there are never any unjust, false or wrong cases. The Emperor also trusts our Criminal Punishment Department, that's why he handed this case over to us."
Wang Lishuo's young and indifferent face looked upright.
But another body was carried out behind him.
When passing by Sang Yan, one of the corpse's hands hung down, its fingers dripping with blood, and its bones were faintly visible.
Sang Yan was going crazy when he saw it: "You, you surrendered, you -"
She couldn't bear the stimulation, her vision went dark, and she fainted again.
"Miss!"
"Master Sang!"
The scene was chaotic.
at the same time
Longzen Temple
In front of the Buddha statue in the main hall.
He Ying clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and knelt on the futon.
He has been kneeling for four hours.
During this period, even lunch was not available.
Pei Muyang was also kneeling beside him, his stomach growling with hunger, and he had to get up quietly and go out to find something to fill his stomach.
No, he just went out and met Master Yixuan. He hurriedly put his hands together and saluted: "Master Yixuan, the emperor is still kneeling. Do you want to persuade him? He has been kneeling for four or five hours. It's ironclad.
My body can’t bear it either.”
Master Yixuan is the abbot of Longchan Temple and the abbot of the royal family.
He is nearly eighty years old, but his eyes are still bright, his body is healthy, and he walks like the wind.
At this moment, he was wearing a cassock, holding a Buddhist staff in one hand, twisting beads in the other, and recited: "Amitabha——"
Pei Muyang was afraid of dealing with this kind of monk. He smiled bitterly and followed suit: "Amitabha, I hope the master can give me some advice."
Master Yixuan: "..."
He said nothing and stepped into the main hall.
In the main hall
He Ying was still kneeling. When he saw him coming, he turned around and bowed from afar: "Master, you have mercy."
Since he was born, he has never knelt down before anyone.
Four years ago, he regained Minzhou and on his way back to Kyoto, he passed by the Longchan Temple. On a whim, he came in smelling of blood. It seemed like he would kill a Buddha when he met one.
Master Yixuan also said that his sin of killing was too serious and he should apologize to God.
But he didn't take it seriously and never knelt down.
Now, for a woman, he knelt for nearly five hours.
"Life is like morning dew, and everything is like clouds."
Master Yixuan seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be admonishing: "Your Majesty, those who have a hard life and poor fortune should not force it."
After hearing this, He Ying asked seriously: "I am the emperor, and I am blessed with good fortune. How about sharing half of it with her?"
Master Yixuan paused, remained silent for a long time, and murmured two words: "Idiot!"
*
Qingning Palace Side Hall
When Sang Yan woke up again, it was already dark.
She looked at Qiu Zhi's tearful face and said one step ahead of her: "Is the Emperor back?"
Qiuzhi shook his head and cried: "If the emperor comes back, before you wake up, this slave will definitely be killed."
Sang Yan fully believed that the emperor could do such a thing, so he said: "If you are afraid, go back to Zhuangzi."
She was actually afraid that she couldn't protect her.
"don't want."
Qiuzhi knelt beside the bed and shook her head: "Miss, don't drive this slave away. Even if I die, I will stay with you."
Sang Yan didn't want to hear the word "death" anymore, so she waved her hand to let her get up.
Thinking of the incident in Leng Gong again, he asked sadly: "How many people in Leng Gong are still alive?"
Qiuzhi didn't answer, wiped her tears and choked up: "Young lady just woke up, it's better not to think about these things. I don't care about them either. I just want you to be well."
When she said this, she was probably changing the subject.
Sang Yan knew that none of the people in Leng Palace might have survived, and she felt so depressed that she shed tears: "Concubine Xuan...is she still alive?"
She really wanted to save Concubine Xuan.
If she also dies because of him...
Thinking of that beautiful woman, she couldn't help but think of Qin Tianjian who was kicked out of the palace. What did Wan Zhang see in her face? She must be an unlucky person because she resurrected from a dead body, right? So everyone who was close to her was not well.
End!
"have no idea."
"This slave doesn't know anything. I really don't know."
How could Qiuzhi dare to inquire about Leng Gong?
She could hardly save her own life.
When Sang Yan saw what she said, he didn't embarrass her: "Since you don't know, then go and ask. Forget it, I think I can't control you anymore."
She called out to the young eunuch who had gone to see Concubine Xuan's doctor.
The young eunuch's name was Fang Legui, and he was known as Xiao Guizi.
Xiao Guizi is fifteen or sixteen years old. He has a round face, round eyes, and two small tiger teeth when he smiles. He looks happy and cute.
The others were also smart and had inquired about it earlier. They said with a smile: "Don't worry, Master. Madam Xuan is still ill and has not been tortured. She is fine. She was just frightened. If you are not at ease, I will ask for an imperial doctor."
Come over and take a look?"
Sang Yan finally heard a good thing, and with a smile on his face, he nodded and said: "Okay. Go. From now on, you can work for me as an errand."
This is a good thing that too many people are fighting over.
Xiao Guizi kowtowed excitedly: "Yes. Thank you, Master. I will do my best to serve you."
Some are happy and some are sad.
Qiuzhi looked at this scene and felt sour in her heart. Although she didn't dare to say anything, her tears fell even more fiercely.
Sang Yan saw it and felt somewhat soft-hearted, so he gave her a warning: "Don't try to hide anything from me in the future. There are no secrets in this palace. If you don't tell me what I want to know, others will."
Qiuzhi nodded while crying, and said aggrievedly: "I am worried about my health. Since you came to this palace, you have either fallen ill or fainted, which is really scary."
Sang Yan also knew that she really cared about him, so she laughed to herself: "Don't worry. I won't die for the time being."
She was tired and weak, leaning against the pillow and closing her eyes.
When Qiuzhi saw her, he didn't disturb her peace and went out to arrange meals.
Sang Yan had no appetite, so she simply drank a bowl of porridge and was asked to leave.
The night is quiet.
She had been sleeping for a long time, so she couldn't sleep, so people paid attention to the movements in the main hall.
It wasn't until the ugly hour, that is, at two or three o'clock in the morning, when she woke up in a daze that she learned the news of the emperor's return.
It's too late.
She didn't ask anyone to call him.
I didn't want him to come here by himself.
He must have just taken a shower. He was wearing a black silk nightgown. His hair was still wet and hung long behind him. Under the light, his handsome face was as cold as jade.
"Why are you still not asleep yet?"
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I heard that you fainted again in the evening, but did you call the imperial doctor?"
His eyes are filled with concern and sincerity is evident.
It is true that he is very kind and gentle to himself, and even shows that he favors himself more than others.
But this favor made her carry too much blood and tears.
"I have a heart disease, and medicine is useless."
She lowered her voice and made an indifferent expression: "If the emperor really cares about me, let me out of the palace."
To this day, the only way to stay away from the palace's conspiracy and bloodshed is to leave the palace.
She is really too tired.
He Ying didn't know the inside story and thought she wanted to leave him again, so he looked ugly.
He wanted to ask: "What have I done wrong, and you want to leave me again!"
But seeing how sick and haggard she was, she suppressed herself again.
His face was unhappy, his chest was heaving, and the fire he was holding was burning in his lungs, ready to explode at any moment.
Pei Muyang saw it and hurriedly stepped forward to calm the atmosphere: "Master, please don't say such things. The emperor went to Longchan Temple to pray for you early in the morning and knelt for seven hours. When he got up, he couldn't even walk.
I will leave. When I just took a shower, I could see clearly that the bruises on my knees were unsightly. Even if you care about His Majesty, you can’t stab them with a knife!"
As if in response to Pei Muyang's words, He Ying actually lifted up his nightgown, revealing his bloody knees.
Because of his white skin, the two blood stasis spots looked even more ferocious and terrifying.