Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 1 Return of the original owner
"I was worn?"

In the damp and cold prison cell, Song Yuan woke up from a deep sleep and sat quietly in the messy haystack. By the dim oil lamp, she stared at the blood-stained skirt on her body. It became a huge wave, and the deathly silence in the prison allowed her to hear her own heartbeat clearly.

He ran away from home, his identity was exposed, he became a bandit, and he was sent to death row.
There was too much information, and she couldn't accept it for a while.

I disguised myself as a man and lived on thin ice for 15 years. When I woke up, I exposed my daughter's body, and became a bandit leader who robbed the army's salary and was thrown into death row.

Song Yuan couldn't accept this nagging reason for a while, and looked at his memory full of doubts.
When I was 15 years old, after I accidentally fell off a cliff, I fell into a coma and was occupied by a girl named Guan Yan. She had no memory of her own, and lived her life cautiously. Although she tried to disguise herself, she was always full of flaws. After getting into a catastrophe, she had no choice but to run away from home to escape the responsibility.

A month ago, Guan Yan, who had fallen into a bandit, not only robbed the army's salary, but also tied up Mr. Ting Wei, who was investigating the case in plain clothes.

Enraged the imperial court sent troops to suppress the bandits, and even the dogs in the village were sent to the big prison. The torture continued for half a month, and Guan Yan couldn't hold it back. Only then did he have a chance to wake up.

Song Yuan hugged her head in pain, her memory was incomplete, and she couldn't figure out the cause and effect of many things. Moreover, she was replaced by someone for two full years after falling into a coma. This is really ridiculous.

After looking at the environment in the prison, Song Yuan became more and more restless, how to get out of here now?
Stealing the army's salary is a major crime of beheading, and this place does not look like an ordinary prison cell. With her current physical condition, it is difficult for her to walk out standing up, so it is naturally impossible to escape from the prison.

The oil lamp on the stone wall was suddenly extinguished, and the coldness invaded silently in the darkness where you could not see your fingers. The thin skirt on your body was torn and torn under rounds of torture, and it was not enough to resist the coldness. Song Yuan shuddered, and randomly gathered the moldy and rotten grass dregs around him to surround him. With this movement, his body felt the scorching pain from the wound left by the punishment.

Even though he is a bastard, he is still a child raised in the palace of gold and jade. Song Yuan has never experienced such suffering.

The severe pain distorted her expression, and the uncomfortable feeling on her face made Song Yuan very uncomfortable. She subconsciously wanted to wipe her face, but suddenly remembered something.

In order not to be found by the palace, Guan Yan has been wearing a human skin mask since he left, and has been tortured for half a month without anyone seeing his true face.

This is a life-saving item and cannot be taken off. As long as no one sees her true face, she can tear off the mask and return to her identity after she leaves the prison.

Thinking of this, Song Yuan hurriedly pressed his cheeks carefully, for fear of leaving traces of flaws.

Suddenly, the sound of iron chains hitting the fence door came from a distance, echoing in the empty and dead prison for a long time, a few footsteps came from far and near, she subconsciously held her breath, watching the light gradually spreading in the darkness Approaching, walking in front were two jailers, holding torture instruments that made her hair stand on end.

"My lord." Officials and jailers suddenly saluted together, Song Yuan looked over and carefully watched the people approaching from the dark.

Tall and tall figure, unhurried pace, the meticulously dressed official robes slowly appearing under the light, the light and shadow passed over his face, Song Yuan could see his appearance clearly, young and heroic, with straight facial features With just the right amount of bookishness, he appears gentle and gentle, as clean as a willow in early spring, with a graceful posture, standing in a dirty prison, which is incompatible with this torture room.

"The rest of the gangsters all confessed. If you don't tell the truth, I will not continue to show mercy." He stopped in front of Song Yuan: "Who is the boss behind you?"

The cold and subdued tone hit Song Yuan's reason, the man in front of him coincided with the flashing figure in his memory, and Song Yuan read out his name: "Huo Ying?"

The young Ting Wei who was tied back to the cottage by 'her'.

Huo Ying remained silent, examining her with sharp eyes, like a sharp knife, trying to cut her open and look directly into her heart.

Song Yuan shuddered and woke up from the illusion of his gentle skin, but fell into deeper doubts.

She also has an employer?

Guan Yan ran away from home and became a bandit, and he had a boss. Song Yuan tried his best to search the memory in his mind, but he couldn't find anything useful for a while.

"Also, where is the military salary that was robbed by you?" Huo Ying continued to ask, his calm appearance did not match his age, and his scrutinizing eyes kept staring at Song Yuan, not letting go of any expression that flashed across her face.

Song Yuan blinked, and carefully searched the scattered memories in his mind, his expression twisted: "Burn?"

He tried his best to rob the military salary and then set it on fire, he must have a sick mind.

She doesn't understand.

Obviously, Huo Ying would not believe such nonsense, so he glanced at her with cold eyes: "Use torture."

With an order, the jailer, who had already sharpened his knife, immediately pulled out the soaked whip from the salt water. Song Yuan stared straight at it, and the moment the whip was raised, fear soared.

"Wait!" Song Yuan hesitated: "I'll do it."

She must not give her life here.

He tried his best to rob the army's salary but burned it, which shows that there is something wrong with the army's salary itself. To rob the army's salary is to destroy the evidence.

"My boss." Song Yuan quickly recalled the ministers in the court who were capable of dealing with military pay: "He was born in a powerful family, does Master Huo dare to investigate?"

Huo Ying's eyes sank: "Say."

"The boss never reveals his real identity to others. I only know that he was born in a powerful family in Jingzhao. He is a descendant of the general family and has inextricable relationships with the generals in the army." Song Yuan spoke very slowly, carefully observing every word he said. Huo Ying's reaction, seeing his serious expression, became more cautious.

She grew up in Zhongshan, and she was not familiar with the dignitaries of Jingzhao. It is unknown whether there have been other changes in the court in the past two years, so she did not dare to draw the scope too narrowly.

"You are the leader of the bandit, so you don't know the identity of the owner behind it?" Huo Ying looked at Song Yuan with cold and sharp eyes. It seemed that she had already understood all the causes and consequences, but she insisted on letting her open her mouth to say something.

Song Yuan suppressed his panic, and said in an affirmative tone: "Grass bandits are humble, how can they know the specific identity of such a big man? Naturally, they have to hide their identity when they do shady things, otherwise wouldn't they be putting themselves in danger?"

"You are inferior but know that he has close contacts with the army? Contradictory." Huo Ying sneered, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the fire, like Yan Luo's cruel official, the warm spring breeze just now was clearly an illusion: "Full of nonsense, It seems that I still haven't learned a lesson and used punishment."

(End of this chapter)