Song Duan's phoenix eyes were slightly raised, as if he was smiling.
His eyes passed over the messy ground and he casually twirled his fingertips.
He Ling was unable to hide under his gaze, "Master, this slave did not do it on purpose."
She didn't beg for mercy.
She knew that begging Song Duan for mercy was useless.
Song Duan knelt down and pinched her chin with his thin fingers, forcing her to raise her head higher.
He looked at the person's eyebrows carefully, and felt a surge of anger in his heart for no reason.
He threw her aside forcefully, then slowly stood up and said coldly: "This governor is not an easy person to talk to.
A slave who has made a mistake still wants to be punished lightly."
He Ling's hand hit the fragments of the porcelain bowl on the ground.
The sharp porcelain shard cut her palm, causing it to bleed immediately.
Liu Jin heard the commotion inside and hurried in.
He saw the debris on the ground and the spilled soup at a glance, and then looked at the person kneeling on the ground.
He was suspicious.
If such a thing happened usually, the governor would have let him go.
They dragged her out and beat her to death with a stick.
Why is there something unusual today?
Liu Jin secretly looked at He Ling's appearance, and it was not good enough to make the governor show mercy.
He no longer thought about it and stepped forward and said to Song Duan: "Lord Governor, please calm down.
This servant will be dealt with immediately.
As for this servant..."
Song Duan glanced at him lightly, "If you need to ask about such a small matter, just bury it as flower fertilizer.
When spring comes, the flowers in the yard will bloom more beautifully."
Upon hearing this, Lang Pei glanced in her direction without any trace, and showed a malicious smile.
He Ling felt extremely sad, and her whole body was shaking violently.
After all, she was only twelve years old.
No matter how cold her temper was, she couldn't calm down at the moment.
She didn't want to die, she really didn't want to die.
Liu Jin bent down and pinched her arm with great force to drag her out.
He Ling struggled, her eyes were red and there were tears in them, but the tears still refused to fall.
She shook her lips and said: "Supervisor, Spare this slave’s life.”
Liu Jin quickly went up to pull her, for fear of implicating himself, he covered her mouth with his other hand, stopped her from making any sound, and dragged her towards the door little by little.
Song Duan's eyes suddenly became complicated, and his cold eyes stared at her motionlessly, as if he was in a trance.
The pitiful look on her face that was about to cry was more like the little girl in his memory.
Song Duan came back to his senses, frowned, and his mood became even worse, "Stop."
Liu Jin stopped what he was doing in surprise, only to see him take two steps forward and kick He Ling's shoulders hard with his black boots, knocking him to the ground.
His footsteps stopped right next to her cheek, "Get out of here quickly."
He took it as a sign of mercy.
Song Duan's kick was made with seven points of force.
She was sweating from the pain on her forehead.
After hearing his words, she couldn't react for a moment, so she just let it go.
"Why do you really want to be a flower fertilizer?"
He Ling shook his head violently, stood up, and left the house in a panic.
Song Duan was no longer in the mood to have lunch, and said angrily to Liu Jin, who was still stunned, "Clean up this place immediately."
He Ling walked out of the gate of Wenyuan Palace, and the tears in her eyes fell heavily.
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She didn't even dare to cry just now, but after a moment, she calmed down and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, except for her eyes.
Her vagina was red, but she couldn't tell that she had cried.
She stood upright by the palace door, lowered her eyes, and stared at her toes.
After a while, she heard approaching footsteps.
He Ling knew that Lang Pei came out.
She raised her head and stopped in front of Lang Pei.
Then in Lang Pei's calm eyes, she raised her hand and hit her face with a bloody palm.
She sneered and didn't bother to say a word to Lang Pei again. .
It was just a slap in the face, but it almost killed her just now.
Langpei's ears were ringing and half of her face was numb.
She suddenly laughed at herself, why are some people so hard-working?
He Ling staggered towards Si Shan Tang.
The pain on her shoulder could not be ignored.
She covered her shoulder with her hands in an attempt to relieve the pain in her shoulder, but it didn't work at all.
On the contrary, the injury tended to get worse.
He Ling went directly back to her house.
Before she went back, she didn't forget to go to the cook to ask for some steamed buns.
There was another person in the house.
He couldn't survive without eating and was so thin.
The cook was shocked when he saw the blood on her palace dress and asked how it was done.
He Ling fooled him.
When Aunt Si Shan saw her injury, she didn't embarrass her and let her go directly.
He Ling was still very weak when he walked.
His round face had lost some weight in the past two days, and his facial features and contours had gradually become clearer.
When she returned to the house, Zhao Junhan was not there, and she didn't know where he had gone, but he was always elusive.
She placed the buns in the center of the table, covered them with a cloth, and then filled a basin of water and entered the room.
He Ling unfastened her belt and was about to take off her coat.
The door was pushed open from the outside.
She quickly tied her belt again and gathered her clothes before turning her head.
Zhao Junhan changed his clothes.
The white robe further highlighted his aloof temperament.
His dark hair was also tied up, making it look even more beautiful when it spilled on his back.
His face was the kind of white that has not been seen in the light all year round.
He Ling didn't notice the wound on her hand, let alone his sudden change in expression.
He stood in front of her, his eyes fell on her palm, and he slowly rubbed it with his gentle fingers, asking: "How to do it?"
"Does it hurt?"
There was a hint of unnoticeable concern and panic in his tone.
He Ling's heart trembled and her nose felt sour.
It had been a long time since she entered the palace and no one had cared about her so much.
She nodded, no longer pretending to be strong, she was about to cry, "It hurts so much."
She seemed to be coquettish, but she didn't say how she was hurt.
"Is there any medicine?"
he asked.
He Ling pointed to the cabinet, "Yes, the first bottle is on the top shelf."
Zhao Junhan let go of her hand, quickly took the trauma medicine, wiped the blood on her palm with a wet cloth, and then carefully applied the medicine to her.
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He Ling was wearing pink and white palace clothes today, and the footprints on the clothes were obvious.
Zhao Junhan untied her shirt without explanation, and then pulled her clothes to her chest before stopping.
He Ling couldn't even stop him by hitting or kicking him.
This man had no room for maneuver when he got tough.
When he saw the horrible green and black stain on her shoulder, his eyes darkened, and the breath around him became cold.
But this time, he didn't ask how it was done, and just silently applied medicine to her.
During the period, He Ling tried to speak out several times but was interrupted by him.
"Don't talk."
Many crazy thoughts surged through his heart, and the killing intent in his chest was stronger than ever.
After taking the medicine, He Ling asked him, "Have you finished eating?
Are there any steamed buns left on the table?"
Zhao Junhan shook his head, with a pair of clenched fists in his wide sleeves, "I've eaten."
He Ling also noticed something was wrong with him and said no more.
When sleeping at night, Zhao Junhan still slept on the ground with a quilt in his arms.
The candles had been blown out long ago.
The weak moonlight shone into the room, but he still couldn't see anything clearly.
He Ling was lying on her side on the bed, not feeling sleepy, and her mind was still clear.
In the dark night, she heard him shout from below, "He Ling, I have to go out tomorrow."
She paused, and it took a long time before she heard her own voice, "Then will you come back?"
He chuckled happily, "Yes, I will be back."
He Ling breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and said, "Then tomorrow, I will go to the kitchen to steal some delicious food for you."
"Okay."
He replied.
He Ling covered her face with the quilt, and when she was about to fall asleep, she heard his dry voice again, "He Ling, please wait for me."
He closed his eyes and thought of her thin body, only a few sets of clothes, and the injuries on her body just now.
It was like mountains pressing on his heart, forcing him to breathe.
He Ling was silent for a long time, "You don't have to tell me this."
He sighed, "Go to sleep."
The next day, when the ministers went to court, Emperor Yuan was so angry that he smashed a glass directly at Qu Wan, who was the minister of the Ministry of official affairs and also the elder of the cabinet.
The reason was that Qu Wan had embezzled most of the silver for disaster relief during the Yellow River flood last year.
Not only that, there is also a book written by Shen Quwan, saying that he formed a clique for personal gain.
Being greedy for money is nothing to the emperor.
If you are greedy for insignificant money, you will be greedy.
The emperor has one more handle, but the crime of forming a party for personal gain is much bigger.
Only when an official has his own agenda can an emperor be able to control it, but if his ambition is too ambitious, it will lead to death.
This cup was not only smashed by Qu Wan, but also the face of the official department and the cabinet.
No matter how angry Emperor Yuan was, he knew that he could not easily touch Qu Wan now, so he could only investigate his corruption first.
As for forming cliques for personal gain, the people of Jinyiwei had long been keeping a close eye on him, and they could find out whoever Qu Wan had spoken to.
Emperor Yuan became angry and ordered Dali Temple to investigate the case.
The Ministry of Punishment was busy investigating the missing baby case.
Qu Wan is very calm, he is a second-rank official, and his psychology is still very strong.
No matter who the emperor sends to investigate, he is not afraid.
His own forces are intertwined in the court, and even if he does find out any results, he will not be afraid.
Live.
What's more, Dali Temple has been a decoration for many years, and the minister of Dali Temple is still his.
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However, he still had to do what he had to do to save face.
After Qu Wan came to court, he knelt at the entrance of Jinluan Palace, straightening his waist, motionless, and kept shouting that he was wronged.
Emperor Yuan was annoyed by his shouting inside.
He didn't expect that a high-ranking official like Qu Wan could be so shameless, so he waved his hand and asked Song Duan to send him away.
Song Duan walked high-key to the entrance of Jinluan Palace and stood in front of Qu Wan.
The golden sunlight fell on his peerless face.
The smile in his eyes was cold and the curve of the corners of his lips was intriguing.
He spoke with an extremely cold voice.
Said: "Master Qu, this is just the beginning."
Qu Wanmu didn't squint, and said: "You are a eunuch, what kind of waves can you create?"
He knew that most of the people who joined him today were under Song Duan's instigation, and he really thought that it would be great if he was favored.
Zuo was just a rootless person.
Song Duan smiled and rubbed his knees with the soles of his feet.
The hatred in his heart had an uncontrollable momentum, "Lord Qu, just tell me how this eunuch, this governor, dragged the Qu family into the abyss."
"Lord Qu, do you still remember the way the former Minister of the Ministry of Revenue died?"
Qu Wan narrowed his eyes, he remembered.
"He was killed by the Nine Clan, but for you, Lord Qu, killing the Nine Clan is far from enough.
This Governor is going to kill the Ten Clan of your Qu family, including your students."
After Song Duan finished speaking, he felt much relieved.
He crossed Qu Wan and left slowly.
He faced the light and suddenly felt lonely.
Everyone knows that he is a villain and a traitor, a servant who brings trouble to the government.
Who still remembers that he was also a high-spirited man back then.
He also won the Jinshi with the first place in Nanzhili. gd1806102: