Ma Shanggong and other palace officials serving Concubine Jin were detained in a row of rooms behind Shoukang Palace.
Those unimportant palace servants and eunuchs were crowded into one room, while Ma Shanggong was alone in a room by himself.
Ma Shanggong felt no joy at all in this special encounter that was different from others.
Being singled out and locked up in a room only meant that others wanted to dig out more things from her.
Although it is said that burials are not popular these days, people still have to be divided.
Generally, rough eunuchs, eunuchs, and maids will be released, or they may be transferred to work elsewhere.
Those who come a little closer will most likely be sent to guard the imperial tomb.
Ma Shanggong knew what kind of job it was to guard the emperor's mausoleum, that is, counting the days and waiting for death.
Even if he could live, he would only have more breaths than a dead person.
As for herself, she might not even be able to guard the imperial mausoleum.
She has stayed in the palace for a long time and knows a lot about Concubine Jin.
She is afraid that once Concubine Jin is buried, she will follow in her footsteps.
Last night, Ma Shanggong took a hairpin that she had obtained in her early years and tied it with her hair.
She did not dare to ask for any extravagant wealth and glory.
As long as she could save her life, that was enough.
When he heard the sound of unlocking outside, Ma Shanggong stood up and tugged on his skirt, trying to straighten it out, and quickly gathered his hair.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and the sunlight shone into the room, making Ma Shanggong unable to open her eyes for a moment.
At the same time, a cold wind rushed into the room, which made her shiver and she couldn't help but tighten her legs. .
She had not urinated since she was imprisoned.
Now that the cold wind was blowing, she couldn't hold it in anymore.
But after the sudden sting in his eyes passed and he got used to the light, the man standing in front of the door frightened Ma Shanggong and he suppressed the urge to urinate again.
The person standing at the door was wearing a plain green silk jacket and a dark stone purple vest.
Her waist was slightly stooped, and a palace attendant in green was supporting her.
This person was none other than Fang Shanggong, whom Ma Shanggong had always wanted to fight with her, trying to pull her down and replace him.
Ma Shanggong felt weak, and her legs could not stop trembling.
She was frightened and frightened at the moment.
She watched Fang Shanggong slowly move in and sit down in the room.
Her knees softened and she was actually there.
She knelt down in front of this person whom she had never been convinced by before.
When she knelt down like this, she was stunned.
She even knelt down.
Her head had already been lowered.
Could she pretend to be okay and get up again?
Wouldn't it be in vain to kneel down?
Moreover, now she was begging others to give her a way out, and then gave her a hand.
If there is no benefit from going out, what's the point of kneeling down?
But Fang Shanggong said: "Get up and talk, what does it look like?"
The palace man next to her, Ma Shanggong, also knew her.
She was the eldest palace maid in Yong'an Palace.
Seeing that she really came to help her, he dared not accept it, so he hurriedly said: "Girl, don't dirty your hands, I will get up by myself."
Ma Shanggong didn't expect Fang Shanggong to come here at this moment.
But after thinking about it again, the imperial concubine was not yet one month old after giving birth to the third prince, so of course she could not take charge of the affairs.
Then the matter naturally fell on Zhou Xunchen and Fang Shanggong.
It seems that Fang Shanggong has been in poor health recently, and most of the things that require hard work will be taken over by Zhou Xunchen, so Fang Shanggong came to her.
Ma Shanggong's scalp was a little numb.
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She had once thought about the power Fang Shanggong held, and even planned and acted for this matter.
Faced with him now, she naturally felt guilty.
But now there is no time for her to hesitate.
Ma Shanggong has been struggling all the way in the palace until today, and he is also a scheming and decisive person.
No matter who comes to mention her now, she only has one chance to survive, and she must seize it.
Fang Shanggong has a cough.
She is not in good health.
Almost everyone in the palace knows that.
Ma Shanggong also felt something in his heart when he heard her coughing, and suddenly remembered what Hu Gongren said last time.
A young eunuch came in with a pot of hot water.
Xia Hong poured a cup for Fang Shanggong and drank it.
Seeing that she felt relieved, she felt relieved.
If you just look at his face, Fang Shanggong's complexion can be said to be pretty good.
But the blush on her face was not ruddy, but a flush caused by internal heat caused by coughing.
If Hu Gongren didn’t lie, then Fang Shanggong’s true identity might be Ma Shanggong swallowed his saliva and did not dare to think any more.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
Ma Shanggong responded: "Yes, yes.
It is a matter of the past.
In fact, I only know the superficial knowledge and have no evidence in my hand."
Fang Shanggong listened quietly without saying a word.
"Before I served Concubine Jin, I worked as a clerk in the East Palace for two years.
The Queen Mother and the Queen passed away one after another.
At that time, many people said that the Queen's illness was because when the Queen Mother was ill, she had been serving in front of the bed and was exhausted and weak. , so I got over the illness and left within a few months."
Ma Shanggong took a deep breath: "But I don't think that's the case."
If you think about it carefully, this actually doesn't make sense.
The Queen Mother was not suffering from a disease that could affect others.
Besides, there were many people around the Queen Mother at that time.
Although the Queen was both a niece and daughter-in-law, the people who served her did not need her to do their own errands. , she didn't live in the same room with the Queen Mother at night, and she usually only tasted medicine and served tea, so she wasn't tired at all.
The Queen's body has always been well maintained, and the other people who serve the Queen Mother are not sick, but she is sick and cannot afford to be ill.
There may be something strange in this.
Fang Shanggong still didn't make a sound.
"Concubine Shen had been serving the Queen Mother and the Empress at that time, and she was more attentive and dedicated than others.
So later the emperor promoted her to Shunyi, presumably to reward her hard work at that time.
It's just..."
Ma Shanggong held a There is no evidence, and so many years have passed, and everything in the palace has already changed: "I once accidentally saw Concubine Shen preparing a change of clothes for the Queen Mother.
The clothes had been washed, and she specially unfolded them and smoked them on the smoker. .
At that time, I thought, it was cold, I had to smoke this undershirt before wearing it, it would be warm and not freezing, Concubine Shen was really considerate, after all she came from Chengen Palace, and she was not as dedicated as others.
Yes, the queen is sick again Concubine Shen herself was so tired that she was out of shape, but she still served the queen every day.
But it was no longer cold at that time, and Concubine Shen still diligently changed the underwear that the queen needed to change every time.
All smoked beforehand.”
At that time, Ma Shanggong felt something was wrong.
It makes sense to smoke the clothes when it's cold, but it's already warm.
Why does Concubine Shen still insist on smoking all the clothes carefully?
So later Ma Shanggong paid more attention to see how Concubine Shen would smoke the clothes after smoking them.
The remaining ashes in the incense burner were poured into the toilet, and now no one else could detect any traces of it.
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After all, no one could even bother to look closely and avoid it if it was mixed with that kind of filth.
Even if he wanted to investigate, but it was all poured into it, there would be no way to investigate.
After seeing this, Ma Shanggong felt something was wrong even if he had no doubts.
Many others burned incense and made incense.
Some buried the incense ashes afterwards, some dumped them directly in a quiet place or swept them up when sweeping the house.
I have never seen anyone pour the incense into the toilet
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