idle mistress

Chapter 185 Turned into ashes, he also recognized it
Since he is a death row prisoner, it is reasonable to choose another date for execution.

But he always felt in his heart that this matter could not be done like this, so he kept procrastinating.

Later, I thought about it, judging by the appearance of that woman, her body was already on the verge of death, if I didn't care about it, maybe someday she would go west?

So I didn't think about it again.

Unexpectedly, one day, he rode through the prison camp with the army.

The general at the front turned around and asked him, "Qi Jing, is the woman you mentioned earlier locked up here?"

Qi Jing was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and hurriedly led the way.

When the two walked into the depths of the prison camp, he prayed silently in his heart, only hoping that the woman in the prison could hold on and not die so soon.
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A large number of soldiers in armor suddenly poured into the prison camp, each of them was equipped with a long knife. The jailer had never seen such a staff before, and they greeted them respectfully.

He recognized that the person walking in front was Qi Jing who had been here a few days ago, and hurriedly saluted him, and asked in a low voice: "Master Qi, dare I ask if this is..."

Qi Jing ignored him, and said to the man in golden armor next to him, "People are locked in this cell."

King Ling followed the cell that Qi Jing pointed out, and there was indeed a woman lying in it. The environment was too dark for people outside to see her true face.

She lay motionless on the ground, looking at it from such a distance through the fence, she didn't look like a living thing.

Zhao Yan frowned and asked, "Where's the fire?"

"ignition!"

Following an order, more than a dozen torches were lit at the same time, and the entire prison camp suddenly became bright.

The prisoners locked in the cells hadn't seen the light of day for a long time, and they were stunned for a moment after being in the dark for a long time, and then shouted excitedly.

With the suppressed voice of the soldiers, the yelling was quickly suppressed.

The moment the torch was lit, the woman raised her hand to cover her eyes.

It seemed that she was still alive, Qi Jing couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he asked Zhao Yan for instructions: "Your Highness, can you drag her out?"

His "His Royal Highness" scared the guards on the side.

"Don't bother." Zhao Yan took the torch from a soldier behind him, and stooped into the cell.

The torch shone on the woman. The woman was not used to the strong light, so she squinted her eyes and turned to look at him.

This time, Zhao Yan saw the woman's face full of dirt.

Zhao Yan's heart twitched violently. The face in front of him, not to mention full of dirt, even if it turned into ashes, he would still recognize it.

It's just that all this is too incredible, which makes him a little uncertain.

... Could it really be her?
Shen Qing knew that she had a fever, and it was the kind that persisted for several days.

Just as she was burning in a daze, the surroundings suddenly lit up, and even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the light and heat.

She slowly opened her eyes, but her eyes, which had been in the dark for a long time, couldn't stand the dazzling light and felt a tingling sensation. She blocked it with her hands, but, just for a moment, she dropped her hands powerlessly again.

I must have had the illusion because I was burned and confused.

She closed her eyes again.

Until someone grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up, she opened her eyes with great effort, and saw a pretty good-looking man squatting in front of her.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask what the other party wants to do?What came out of his throat was a groan.

When she opened her eyes, Zhao Yan looked at her long and narrow eyes, and his heart couldn't help but move.

He turned his head and ordered to the people behind him, "Turn your back on me, all of them."

Everyone present didn't know what he wanted to do, but his words were military orders, so, within a moment, everyone turned their backs in unison.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan turned his head and stretched out his hand to pick off the woman's skirt.

Although Shen Qing was fainted from the fever, she also knew that this behavior was a great offense to herself, so she tried her best to pull the clothes in his hands back to their original position.

But the high fever had already made her limbs weak. In the eyes of a man, that strength was like stroking the back of her own hand.

Zhao Yan easily pulled off her clothes, revealing her thin shoulder blades and the still bright red golden lantern flower.

His hands trembled, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Xu Weiqiu!" He called out to the woman.

The woman only raised her eyes and glanced at him, then closed her eyes and passed out. Zhao Yan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. When he stretched out his hand, the woman followed his gesture and fell into his arms.

He tidied up her clothes, easily lifted the woman with one hand and walked out of the cell door, walked a few steps forward, and handed the torch in his hand to Qi Jing who had his back turned.

Qi Jing was stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to take the torch. Seeing that he had changed the woman in his arms to a more comfortable position, he walked out with big strides in his arms.

He suddenly understood in his heart, it seems that his guess was right... This woman is really a princess.

He quickly followed, looking at the unconscious woman in the arms of King Mausoleum in front of him, he couldn't help thinking, if His Highness hadn't sent him to supervise the beheading that day, if he hadn't glanced more at the execution platform.

Isn't this princess...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling scared for a while.
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Zeng Wanyu and Yang Yan were lazily cleaning the outside room, when they heard King Ling's footsteps outside, they could not help but look at each other.

King Ling has never returned at this hour, what happened today?
Although there were doubts in their hearts, the two of them reacted quickly, hid the rags in their hands, and quickly stood on both sides with their heads down.

As soon as the two of them stood up, King Ling walked over, and hurried through the outer room into the inner room.

This time, the two were even more confused. It seemed that King Ling was holding someone in his arms. The face of that person was lying on King Ling's chest. They couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman, but the clothes on the man were more beautiful than those outside. Beggars are even more broken and dirty.

Soon, the manager also hurried in.

The two looked at each other outside, Yang Yan approached Zeng Wanyu and whispered, "Hey, did you see that?"

Zeng Wanyu nodded, and said in a sour tone, "I don't know who it is, but His Royal Highness wants to hold it in person."

Yang Yan glanced at the inner room, moved closer to her, lowered her voice, "It seems to be a prisoner, I saw him wearing a prison uniform."

After hearing this, Zeng Wanyu was full of disbelief: "How is it possible, you must be wrong."

"It's true. My father used to be the recorder of the execution room. I often went to the prison camp with him when I was young. I know what the prison clothes look like."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the manager come out from the inner room, and the two quickly fell silent.

Seeing the two of them together, the steward already knew what the two of them were talking about.

He couldn't help but warn: "You two, keep your mouth shut. Whatever you see and hear here, it's all scattered here. Don't say anything outside, you know?"

(End of this chapter)