The pear blossoms fall, the rouge turns into foam under the rain, the world of mortals is mourned, lingering in the misty rain.

The pear blossoms fall, the colored glaze has a dream and three sighs, but it is still difficult to break, and the soft intestines are all illusory.

The pear blossoms fall, and in spring and autumn, the flowers are in full bloom, and the fallen flowers wither and make people feel pitiful.

The nine-paper pear blossoms have fallen, and a prosperous life has passed. Don't say that you are too lovesick, and you live for whom.

A person sat quietly at the table, a picture scroll opened quietly, his eyes were drooling with fascination, and his hands gently passed over the woman in the picture scroll.

Her smiling face is so charming and captivating.

As soon as Han Yuan entered the palace, he saw that the emperor was so focused on the scroll. He shouldn't have disturbed him. He glanced at the medicine in his hand and stepped forward to tell him: "It's time for the emperor to take medicine."

His eyes have never left the painting, as cold as ice, faintly biting: "Let's put it down and go."

Han Yuan was vaguely aware of Han Yuan's hesitation and stood aside, with no intention of leaving. He looked at his troubled expression coldly: "What else is there?"

His eyes were wandering, and he hesitated a few times before saying one by one: "The commander wants to see the emperor, presumably because of Chen Zhaoyi's matter."

Hearing this, his heart suddenly condensed. He was ruthless and indifferent, without any warmth: "Let him go."

No one wants to see him at this moment.

Han Yuan could only obey. Ever since this incident happened, the emperor must have felt extremely uncomfortable.

He glanced at the bowl of medicine, held it in his hand and stared at it with a frown. The bitter taste of the medicine lingered in his mouth: "It turns out that when a person suffers, the medicine becomes even more bitter."

I remember that his body was so weak just after detoxification. If the imperial doctor hadn't given him an injection to calm him down, he might not have been able to survive the moment he saw Ye Yilan.

She knelt on the ground, fearless of anyone, and her determined eyes were very much like the love he had for her back then.

To everyone, she is a murderer.

When he was lying in his arms and questioning her, even he was shocked. How did he say those words at that time.

Lan'er, do you still believe me at this moment?

Ye Xunyu, who was waiting outside the door, saw him coming out dejectedly, and knew the result. Without any hope, he smiled bitterly: "Did the emperor refuse?"

"Slave, to be honest, Chen Zhaoyi was framed this time. Even if the emperor puts the empress in prison, he will feel uncomfortable. My lord, please let the emperor calm down alone."

Ye Xunyu knew his character and would never be so decisive. But this matter related to Lan'er's life, how could he not be anxious.

I don't know what the emperor's plan is, so that this brother can feel at ease.

When he heard the rumors in the palace, he initially did not believe that Lan'er would poison the emperor. Even if he hated the emperor for keeping her in the palace for his own selfish reasons, how could he do such a treasonous thing.

I just don’t know who is trying to frame Yu Laner.

There were bursts of terrifying breaths coming from the damp sky prison.

A disgusting smell of blood permeated the entire prison.

The long singing echoed in the prison, and those who listened to it always felt a little creepy.

The green Zi Jin is so long in my heart. Even if I don’t go, Zi Ning will not give up.

I wear a green zither, and I think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come.

Picking up and reaching you, you are at the gate of the city. Not seeing you for one day is like visiting in three months.

The jailer looked at the woman in the prison, leaning against the wall like a living dead.

He shook his head helplessly and said, "I really don't know that Zhaoyi is so capable of murdering the emperor."

"This is the emperor's favorite concubine. It's tragic that such a talented woman has fallen into such a state!"

The prisoners who were sent there in the past were all begging for mercy on their behalf. But she was the only one who sang songs peacefully from the moment she came in, but her voice was not heard.

"Let her sing and let's go drink."

He put his arm around the shoulder of a buddy next to him, waved him coolly, and went to have a drink happily.

The hollow eyes gradually became brighter, and the singing stopped.

This was the first time she felt the cold air in the prison, and she couldn't help shivering, hugging her body tightly and huddled aside.

She still didn't know who poisoned the bowl of medicine.

"The Queen, she is already a prisoner. Why bother to visit her in prison?"

As soon as the eldest grandson Guanji smelled the smell in the prison, he covered his nose in disgust. With a charming look, he pretended to be benevolent and righteous: "Just because she is a prisoner, I should come to express my condolences."

Ye Yilan, when you were at your most prosperous, how did it feel to be dragged into hell? Today, I will let you experience it.

The two jailers had just clinked their glasses, but before they could even drink the wine, they knelt down in front of them in a panic and said, "I see you, the Queen."

"The Queen wants to see Chen Zhaoyi, why don't you hurry up and lead the way."

"Queen, please go this way."

The two looked at each other and breathed a long sigh of relief. Their palms were sweating from fear just now.

The first time Changsun Guanji came here, it was actually for her. Now outside the door, he had no intention of going in. Seeing the decadent look, he lost the arrogance he had this morning.

"Chen Zhaoyi's singing voice is so beautiful, why don't you continue singing?"

She didn't know that Ye Yilan would have the leisure to sing at this moment.

That ruthless smile was so cunning and vicious.

Hearing this, Ye Yilan slowly raised her head, knelt on the ground and said, "I, my concubine, meet the Queen."

He glanced with disdain, turned around and immediately ordered the two jailers: "Come here, bring Chen Zhaoyi out to me. I want to interrogate him personally."

He raised his eyes in shock, and his body was held up by the two of them. He struggled desperately and shouted in panic: "What are you going to do to me? Let me go."

Changsun Guanji just glanced at him and was already sitting peacefully before being punished. He carefully looked at the shelf in front of him. When he thought of the miserable situation when he was punished later, the triumphant smile on his lips was so happy.

As soon as Su Ying saw her, she remembered what he had told her. Although she did not poison her personally, the fate she fell into now would be like having a thorough investigation on her own head in the future. At this moment, she was still struggling needlessly, smiling helplessly.

He said: "My dear wife, you are already a prisoner. You should act like a prisoner."

Imprisoned?

It's just an unfounded crime that has been pinned on myself.

Murong Haochen, you said you believed in me, but you just don't believe me.

You call me like **you.

Recalling that he came in a hurry just after detoxification, she was very happy that he was safe and sound. But in his eyes, there was no softness and pampering in his eyes.

Unknowingly, she seemed to be used to him.

Seeing the situation, he was tied to the rack, his pupils widened and he panicked for a moment: "Queen, the Emperor has not spoken yet, how can you abuse your private power?"

"Ye Yilan, don't use the emperor to pressure me. You should have been tortured for trying to kill the emperor." Anger was still burning in her heart. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said calmly. "No need to say more,

Give me a hard beating until she admits it."

What she hated most was that Ye Yilan used Murong Haochen to suppress her. He could put Ye Yilan in prison, how could he let her go so easily.

Is she too naive, or does she think the emperor's love is priceless?

"I am innocent and will not admit it."

"Ye Yilan, you still want to bargain with me at this time." He looked at her with a ridiculous look, and walked up to her lazily. He lightly scratched her cheek with his nails and smiled evilly. "If you are like this.

If your face is ruined, do you think the emperor will still be obsessed with you?"

Changsun Guanji took the whip and slapped her hard on the face without any hesitation.

The red mark was branded on her face. The burning pain was always aching on her face.

Enduring the pain, he still smiled and said sarcastically: "It seems that the Queen did not understand the Emperor, so she said these words."

"Really? Do you know the emperor very well?" He tilted his head, picked up the whip in his hand and stroked it with great care. "You don't even think about why he summoned you into the palace when your cousin left.

, but it’s just because the Ye family has always been his confidant. With the support of the Ye family, how could the late emperor pass the throne to him."

She doesn't understand.

But she knew that the emperor once said something, and she didn't want to tell Ye Yilan so early.

When Ye Yilan is about to die, she must feel despair.

This is what she wants to see most and what she expects.

She had doubted what her eldest grandson Guanji said. It could be seen that she was not so happy to see him. Only then did she gradually understand that some fates were beyond her control.

She also wanted to provoke the generals, but it was useless to Ye Yilan.

What she wanted was just to give up on Murong Haochen. How could she know that everything was just her own clever thinking?

Su Ying watched with horror, especially when the queen whipped Chen Zhaoyi's face so hard. A beautiful woman left such a scar. Who would really pity an ugly creature?

The sound of whipping echoed in the prison, and the smell of bright red also spread.

The whip placed aside, the bright red color is so dazzling.

The blood flowing under the shelf is like the red color of the other shore flower when it blooms.

Every time the whip hit her body, she was so strong that she never shouted a word.
To be continued...