sinovels Chapter 12 Chapter 12
Chapter 12 Chapter 12
Han Fang took two or three steps back, flicked his sleeves and threw all the paper and pens on the table to the ground, the pen container fell to the ground with a "boom", and rolled to Lin Qiannan's feet.
"You don't even want to pretend?" Han Fang laughed at himself, "I respect you as the Son of Heaven, but you avoid me like a snake and a scorpion. You really think your life is too long."
Lin Qiannan picked up the pen holder and put it away, and smiled: "I treat His Majesty openly and without concealment, how can I avoid it like a snake and a scorpion?"
"What a magnanimous one," Han Fang locked his hand easily, "Look at your useless appearance, which makes me lose my appetite. I wanted to treat you well, but you help Han Qi everywhere. What's worth it for you?"
Lin Qiannan was clever, knowing that any answer would cause Han Fang's dissatisfaction, he pretended to be stupid and said: "The emperor is kind-hearted, he should treat me well, but I don't understand what the emperor means, what have I done for him?"
The two were relatively speechless. After a while, Han Fang figured out something, let go of his hand and said, "Very good, my good father has kept such a pawn like you, don't think that I will lose."
Lin Qiannan looked at the red mark on his wrist indifferently, and said, "What Your Majesty said is absolutely true."
Chunhua in the palace was about to climb over the wall, but was caught by Acheng and Zhongde. He took out two ingots of white silver and said, "Excuse me, let me go out."
Ah Cheng took it as a matter of course, and after putting it away, he drew out his sword and pointed it at Chunhua, saying: "We are not unreasonable people. Although the imperial guards outside the palace have withdrawn, the secret whistle is still there. If it spreads to others In my ears, I want to talk about our palace again, so first tell me what you have to do when you go out at this juncture?"
Chunhua looked at him dryly for a while, but couldn't find any justification, so she said honestly: "I'm going out to meet friends and try to save my master."
"Your master is not dead." Ah Cheng withdrew the sword.
Zhongde's mind was always on the two ingots of silver that Chunhua took out casually, and said, "Where did you get the money?"
"It wasn't stolen or snatched," Chunhua said with a frown. "My master is not dead, but he has been trapped in the palace for ten days. The prince is ruthless and doesn't care about the master. He only manages his marriage with Miss Zhao."
"Why does the prince care about your master?" Ah Cheng seemed to have heard something funny, "Your master and servant really love to take yourself seriously, your life was saved by him, and his life was saved by the prince. It's not up to you to decide if you die."
Zhongde gave Ah Cheng a sideways glance, "Ah Cheng shut up."
"Why should I shut up? The lord is not here, I really want to vomit quickly today," Ah Cheng snorted, "If you ask me, if that Lin Qiannan has any face, he should have found a wall to hit him with." Die, don't be a monster all day long, let me tell you, Lin Qiannan is like a dog that can wag its tail, it's a pity that he has a good appearance."
Trapped in the palace for too long, Ah Cheng suffocated his anger and wanted to find a place to vent. Chunhua happened to bump into his stall. Seeing Chunhua's wonderful expression, Ah Cheng felt that what he said was not attractive enough.
Chunhua secretly closed her fists by her side.
"Shut up!" Zhongde rarely repeated the same words.
Ah Cheng belittled Lin Qiannan regardless, and said, "I've never seen this kind of man. He was injured all over his body, so he had to rest for two days. But I admire him a lot. He used to be the noble son of the Lin family, and he lived so well Very good, life is better now, all day long waiting for the lord to come up with his buttocks, and fantasizing that the lord likes him, what's the matter if he likes him? Can he still become a princess?"
Chunhua couldn't bear it any longer, and punched Acheng in the face with a raised fist, and the two of them scuffled together with brute force in an instant, and Acheng became even more angry after being beaten, and said even more inhumanely: "I Let’s talk about your master today, bastard, master rabbit, scumbag, you should have died long ago, and you too, but you are better than him, you have no father or mother, his whole family is dead, and he can still smile in our palace. Beg for food."
Zhongde knew Ah Cheng's unlovable temperament, and it was useless to stop him again and again. He looked at the two fighting fiercely with cold eyes, and found that Chunhua's brute force was different from ordinary people, and he couldn't help feeling confused.
Ah Cheng didn't use any oppressive force on Chunhua, only used brute force to fight him a few times, panting: "Your master is a dog, you...you are too, but he is a bitch and you are a male..."
Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a strong force. He turned his head and saw the furious Han Qi, and the boiling blood in his body was completely cooled.
"My... my lord." Ah Cheng felt that Han Qi had heard his words, and felt guilty all of a sudden.
"Zhongde, take him down," Han Qi didn't look at him again, and added at the end, "You know what to do, don't you?"
Zhongde pleaded: "My lord, Ah Cheng thinks that you hate Lin Qiannan so much that he dared to speak rudely. Please, my lord... let him live."
Ah Cheng knelt down without saying a word, let alone defending himself.
"Well," Han Qi looked at A Cheng again, "Go down."
Zhongde helped Ah Cheng, who had saved his life, to leave.
Chunhua doesn't know martial arts, and her strength is as strong as a cow, but she can't compare to the fists of martial arts practitioners. He looked at Han Qi with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and said, "Did the lord come to see a joke?"
"You can't beat Ah Cheng, why did you do it?" Han Qi frowned.
Chunhua lowered her head, her tall body concealed some unconcealable emotions, and said: "You hate my master, he dares to insult my master. Is it possible that I have to wait for the prince to uphold justice for us?"
Everyone in the whole palace knew that Pianyuan Jinshou was the person Han Qi hated the most, even Han Qi thought so.
After five years of getting used to it, Han Qi couldn't think of an excuse not to hate Lin Qiannan, so he said, "Are you going to find him?"
"Does the lord think it's ridiculous?" Chunhua brushed off the dirt on her clothes, "I'm a slave, and I want to go to the palace to save him."
Han Qi said: "Go away on your own, don't go to the palace, go to the place you should go, the disputes here are not for you to participate in."
The light in Chunhua's eyes brightened, and she said, "What do you know?"
"Go through the main entrance. As for Lin Qiannan, you don't need to worry about it. This king makes his own decision." Han Qi turned and left.
Chunhua said behind him: "I don't understand what happened five years ago. If the prince really hates him, then kill him, but please leave the whole body for burial, and don't let him suffer again."
Han Qi stopped.
The Punishment Department of the palace locked up palace servants who had committed crimes, and he was locked in the innermost room.
The cell was dark and no living people were willing to patronize it, so Lin Qiannan would naturally be warmly received by rats, ants, and maggots when he moved in.
Although the last period was clean, it was cold and damp. During the day, listening to the moaning/moaning of the prisoners was just enough to get by. At night, the wet and cool blanket covered the body like a layer of frost, and even the bones ached terribly when they moved.
When it was time to eat, a pair of bony hands stretched out from the railing, waiting like animals for the warders to send them food one by one.
"It's time to eat." The jailer handed over a bowl of cold rice without oil or water.
"Thank you, Brother Prisoner."
Lin Qiannan threw down the sharp stones used to engrave on the wall, took the rice bowl, looked at the leftovers, and ate them without complaining, and finally arranged the bowls and chopsticks, waiting for the jailer to fetch them.
A hand stretched out from the mouse hole in the next cell. It was Xiao Le, a court lady who stole the concubine's jewelry. She brought snow-white hot steamed buns.
Lin Qiannan didn't shirk, picked it up and gnawed it, "Thank you, why do you have steamed buns for every meal?"
"Because I have money," Xiao Le's voice sounded clear and melodious, like a bird in the forest, "Eat it quickly, it's specially reserved for you."
Little Le Dundun, who had never met before, would give him some food. He asked the reason, and Xiao Le said it was because he was writing on the wall all night. She couldn't sleep, so she thought that feeding him might make him calm down.
Letter engraving was Lin Qiannan's pastime, and it wasn't because he couldn't sleep because he was hungry. After hearing about it, he no longer used stones to pass the time at night.
Lin Qiannan ate the steamed buns in small mouthfuls, and said, "Xiao Le, with your character, how could you enter the Punishment Division?" He didn't believe that Xiao Le would steal.
Xiao Le said: "I don't quite understand what happened in the palace. At that time, the grand lady stole something and needed someone to take the blame. One pushes two, two pushes three, and when it was my turn, I came in. Fortunately, the big lady stole something. The maid gave me some silver coins, but not much, and we will all starve after this time."
"I see," Lin Qiannan thought of a similar reason, "Do you want to go out?"
"No," Xiao Le replied without thinking, "They are too scary, I can't beat them, and I will send them back here sooner or later."
It seemed to be night, and dim candles were lit in the cell, and a few mice were wandering not far from him. He stretched out his hand, and the mice scrambled away tail after tail.
There is poison in him, and the rats know it, and the rats don't eat a rotting man who is near death.
"Ahhh! Mice!"
With a "pop", the rat's squeak disappeared, and the corpses of several rats were thrown out of the railing. Lin Qiannan smiled and said, "You are not as delicate as an ordinary woman."
"That is!"
In the cell at night, except for slight groans, everyone is quiet, maybe they are dead, or maybe they want to save their energy and wait for the next day to call for injustice.
Lin Qiannan covered himself with a wet and rotten quilt. He was so cold that he couldn't feel his limbs. He closed his eyes and didn't think about anything. He was about to fall asleep.
He heard familiar footsteps.
Is it in a dream?
Opening his eyes, Han Qi in night clothes appeared in front of his eyes. Even if it was a blurred back, even a pair of ruthless eyes, he could recognize it. He smiled in a daze, but still didn't know if it was a dream or real.
"Han Fang didn't torture you." Han Qi took off his mask and parted his thin lips, "What did you say to Huo Liang?"
Lin Qiannan opened his eyes suddenly, threw off the quilt and sat up and said, "My lord?"
Han Qi walked so far at night, avoiding all eyes and ears, he covered Lin Qiannan's mouth, and said in a low voice, "You want Han Fang to know that I'm here?"
Lin Qiannan moved his big hand away, and said, "Are you here to ask about Huo Liang? I told you, can you stay with me for a while?"
He kept his posture very low, as if he was begging Han Qi.
Han Qi couldn't help touching his cheek, and even the remaining flesh disappeared.
"Ah."
"No, I'll talk after you stay with me," Lin Qiannan touched his warm palm with his cold fingertips, "Your lord's words don't count. If I finish talking and you think I'm useless, you definitely don't want me anymore." me."
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