There is a proverb: There are still thorns hidden under the flowers and branches and leaves, so how can people not be poisonous?

After the Lantern Festival, the idle treacherous children who were idle attracted friends to go out of the city to explore the spring, blocking the road ahead so hard that it was difficult to pass.

The wheels of the carriage in Chen Mansion were crushing the bluestone bridge, shaking slowly, Tian Jiang swung down the curtains, looked at the Cuimei sitting opposite, combed the woman's bun and wore pearls and jade, drew her eyebrows and eyes, and had red lips. She wore a primrose dark peony inlaid with cloud shoulders, and a moon-white horse-faced skirt, revealing half of the water-red Sulu shoes. In contrast, she dressed as a maid with a bun, dressed simply and plainly, despised her skin and was covered with white lead powder.

Tian Jiang held a pot and poured tea, held the cup and handed it on it, bent her lips and chuckled: "Madam, please use tea."

Cuimei's face was so embarrassing that her face turned red, and her hands were trembling: "It's impossible, my wife will destroy the slave."

"What can I do?" Tian Jiang said softly: "You are now Mrs. Chen Ge. You don't want to be more calm, but you also need to show less timidity."

Cuimei took a deep breath, knowing that she had to take risks at this time and needed to take risks, so she nodded and said yes.

Nothing to say anything along the way.

Suddenly the carriage gradually slowed down and finally stopped steadily.

Chen Rong reported through the curtains: "The Beizhen Fushi has arrived. There is a large Ming yellow sedan chair in front of the main entrance. In addition to the Jinyiwei, there is also a father-in-law holding a tail in the palace."

Tian Jiang closed her eyes and opened her eyes. She was indeed not wrong. It was not that easy to visit Mr. Chen, and she would inevitably be frightened every step.

While helping Cuimei get off the carriage, they quickly approached and gave instructions. Then, they and the two of them took the guards and accelerated their pace through the two stone lions in the town gate. A large plaque hung on the gate of the yamen, with four big words "Bei Zhenfusi" written on the red-bottomed gilded letters. Although the main gate was wide open, they dared not go. They saw someone guarding the Dongjiao Gate and wanted to walk there.

Suddenly, a group of Jinyiwei, eunuchs and two officials at the main entrance came out in a crowd of people. The man wore a winged crown, a narrow-sleeved gold dragon woven robe, a golden amber and rhinoceros belt, and a white-bottomed black boots. He had a beautiful appearance, thick eyebrows, black eyes, and a smile on his lips, which seemed harmless but secretly covered his mind.

Who do you think it is? It’s not someone else, it’s the emperor Zhu Yu, the two officials beside him, Luo Wei, the commander of the Jinyiwei, and Yang Yan, the minister of Dali Temple.

A father-in-law rushed to Tian Jiangcuimei, shook his tail, leaned over and bowed, and squeezed his voice and sent a message: "The emperor wants to see Mrs. Chen, please stop!"

Cuimei's face turned a little white and her legs were weak. Tian Jiang steadily supported her, kneeling on both knees five or six steps away from Zhu Yu, lowering her eyebrows and lowering her eyes to greet her.

Zhu Yu had long heard that Chen Ge's newly married wife was unparalleled and regretted that the flowers were hidden in the back house and could not see the true face. How could he let this opportunity go? His tone was very kind: "I heard that you were eager to miss your husband, so I specially asked Shoufu Xu to come and ask me for mercy. Although I am the emperor, I am not a heart of iron, and I have a compassion for the fragrance and jade, so I met your request."

Cui Mei replied: "My wife thanked the emperor!"

Zhu Yu frowned slightly, his voice was just as good as he could not say anything beautiful, and he coughed and said, "You raise your head."

Cuimei had to follow.

Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, and a cool breeze of cold spring suddenly dispersed his full enthusiasm.

I also thought about how a beautiful woman was born with a weak bone-eroded bone... It was just a medium-sized posture, but it was thousands of miles away from his thoughts.

This is exactly: Don’t treat the matchmaker as the oriole, so that you can understand the meaning of the public.

He was both angry and funny, and he was really bored. He was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he went straight to the Huang sedan chair in Ming.

Yang Yan stared at the maid who had never raised her head from beginning to end, and suddenly smiled.

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Tian Jiang quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly walked towards the Dongjiao Gate with Cuimei. The guard guard knew who was coming. After asking for Xu Shoufu's handwriting, he ordered Chen Rong to be unable to wait. A Jinyiwei with a sword came to the side, and led the way silently.

The road was smooth and there was no one to stop him. I walked through the courtyard and passed the triple door. It was sunny outside, but it was as cold as winter. It became darker and wet as I walked. Only a few pine oil lamps were burned on the gray wall. The prison rooms on both sides were low and narrow. The criminals who were lying or lying with iron shackles were disheveled, their hair was ragged, and they were moaning endlessly.

A bloody smell mixed with a stinky smell hit her face. Tian Jiang took out mint pills from her sleeve, gave Cuimei one, and then wrapped it in a veil to hide it on her nose and lips, which suppressed the soreness and vomiting in her throat.

After passing a punishment room, I heard the wailing inside, and the pain was endless.

The Jinyiwei suddenly stopped and couldn't leave. Cuimei cried out in fear. Tian Jiang's heart beat violently, with red mist appearing in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Why don't you leave? Is the second master of my family the one who was sentenced?"

The Jinyiwei pointed at Cuimei and said, "Old Master Xu asked his wife to take a look. After a while, he advised Old Master Chen to accept the calculations and avoid such flesh-and-hearted pain."

Tian Jiang looked inside through the prison. Under the candle, the sticks held by the two and three Jinyiwei were soaked in a salt water tank all day long, and they were swinging and beating hard. However, they saw the beaten person lying on the ground without moving, and the buttocks were ripped away, and the flesh was flying everywhere. There was a sound at first, and then they remained silent.

Xing Cao, who was sitting next to him, got up to test it. He said that he had already died of a stick. Two more Jinyiwei came to cover him with cloth mattresses, wrapped them with reed mats, and tightened the straw rope and carried them out.

"These civil servants could not withstand the punishment and disappeared after only two days of coming in." The Jinyiwei murmured to himself, shook his head and continued to walk towards the depths of the darkness.

"Mo cried." Tian Jiang wiped Cuimei's tears with a handkerchief and said in a trembling voice: "The Second Master dislikes watching people cry the most!"

Cuimei nodded with a choke and walked dozens of steps. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, Tian Jiang's hair was moved. She raised her neck and saw a small window in a prison. The green light that shot in was like a layer of mist and smoke spread everywhere.

Two more Jinyiwei came, muttering and looking up and down at Cuimei. After a while, one of them chose a bracelet of copper keys hanging around his waist, and a squeaking sound of pushing the door. One of them said, "After entering, you can wait for two hours at most."

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Chen Zetang sat at the table and read a book with an oil lamp. His joy and anger were not reflected on his face, but his heart was filled with storms.

The emperor and Dali Temple Minister Yang Yan suddenly visited him. He did not ask any questions about him, but only agreed to his wife's request to visit the prison.

Chen Zetang's heart is like a mirror. Why should the emperor come to Zhaozhu in person for such a small matter that is not worth mentioning?

Sima Zhao's heart is well known to everyone.

Chen Zetang frowned slightly, and the whip marks on his back were quietly oozing with blood. In order not to be seen by Tian Jiang, he specially asked for cold water to wash and clean himself up. Is it moon white or it is easy to see red?

But he had no time to care about this anymore.

She is not afraid that Tian Jiang will be recognized. She is very different from her past experiences in Dali Temple.

At that time, Shunyu was slender and thin, and she used to tie a four-flat scarf, wearing a blue round neckline and a loose robe, a pretty little Confucian scholar, and a boy who had not yet taken off her temper.
Chapter completed!