Thunderstorm, intercourse.

In the evening, a heavy rain suddenly came.

The heavy rain didn't last long and stopped after dark.

At this time, Chang'an was much deserted than before. There was no need for street drums to ring, so many people went home early.

Chang'an Prison, Women's Prison.

Mingkong's cell is located in the innermost part.

In the narrow aisle, the light was dim.

Several oil lamps were also flashing and dark, which made people inexplicably panic.

Mingkong has been living here for thirteen days. For the past thirteen days, she has been thinking about what happened.

Until now, she has not figured out why she has become the murderer.

Her memory was not very clear about what happened that night.

I only remember hearing the cat's cry at night, so I came out to check it out. She remembered seeing blood on the steps of the corridor, then walking out, tripping by Minghui's body. After that, she was knocked unconscious and remembered nothing.

Who knocked her out?

Why did you knock her out?

Also, why did you kill Minghui? Why did you frame her?

Many questions cannot be understood.

During the thirteenth day, she was connecting this matter, but the more she thought about it, the less she understood and the more confused she felt.

That's right, she has a bad relationship with Minghui.

The reason why it is not good is that she can't stand Minghui's attitude of becoming a monk, and she still holds the beauty of the past. After the death of the late emperor, they all became yesterday's yellow flowers. Since that's the case, then practice well and forget the prosperity she enjoyed in the past.

The ancient Buddha's green lamp is better than the cold palace.

She had seen Emperor Gaozu's harem, and she looked like a walking corpse.

Although life is a bit harder in Lingbao Temple, it is at least quite free.

What's not satisfied?

Mingkong thought clearly, so after becoming a monk, he practiced steadily and forgot his identity yesterday.

It is precisely because of this that she and Minghui are incompatible.

In fact, she was not in harmony with most people. The women who came out of the palace and became monks and ordained were still immersed in yesterday's dream. For this matter, she was excluded and later moved out by herself.

But to say that there is a deep hatred towards Minghui and the others?

So how is that possible!

They are all poor people, what are you going to hate?

Something must have been ignored!

Mingkong's heart is very clear.

Outside the window, the heavy rain had stopped, but there was still drizzle in the sky.

"Looking at Zhu Cheng's thoughts, he is haggard and separated to remember you.

I don’t believe that I’ll cry more than before, so I will unbox the pomegranate skirt.”

A poem suddenly appeared in her mind.

That was the poem she wrote when she first became a monk and felt sad. That person must have forgotten my existence; that person, now the noble of the Nine Five, how could he know my current situation?

Thinking of this, Mingkong couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing a sad smile.

On rainy days, it is inevitable that people will feel depressed and will think randomly...

Mingkong took a deep breath, turned around and returned to the center of the cell to sit down.

In front of her was a table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Although she was a suspect and here was Chang'an Prison, in fact, someone would arrange for her whatever she needed. After all, she was once a martial arts talent in front of Emperor Taizong.

There are dense words written on the paper.

From the time she became a monk to the day when something happened, she was trying her best to recall her memories during these thirteen days.

There are many things and they are very complicated. It is not easy to sort out a clue, so she has a headache too.

On the third day of the March, after I finished my work, I went back to the house to rest.

I passed outside Mingzhen's Zen Room that day, and it seemed... I slowly remember that day, Master Mingzhen and Minghui were arguing at the entrance of the Zen Temple. Minghui left unhappily. When Mingzhen returned to the house, she met me and said hello to each other.

Mingzhen and Minghui never seem to have intersection.

When she was writing this, she suddenly stopped writing and made a mark behind her.

It was also accompanied by this mark that some details that she forgot or didn't care about slowly emerged in her mind.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came, interrupting Mingkong's thoughts.

She was a little unhappy and looked out, and saw several women in palace costumes coming and stopping outside the cell.

"Martial talent, can you always be good?"

Mingkong looked carefully and recognized the person in charge.

"Miss Su, why is it you?"

"Hehe, it's me.

I'm on duty here tonight, so let's see you."

Su Qingfang said, waved his hand, and a guard from the eunuch came forward and opened the prison door.

"You guys go down, I'll talk to Wu Cairen here."

"Affect the order."

The people from the eunuchs retreated immediately.

Su Qingfang walked in with a fat palace maid who looked a little obese.

The palace maid was tall, with a veil on her head and a food box in her hand.

"Miss Su, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Mingkong stood up and walked towards Su Qingfang.

The fat palace maid passed by her, bent down at the table, and cleaned up the table.

Mingkong felt that this fat palace maid had a familiar feeling, and her behavior seemed a little strange.

However, she didn't think too much, just looked at Su Qingfang.

"The daughter of the General of the Left Guard, who was not interested in Hongzhuang, ran to the Taishi Bureau to steal his master. After being discovered, he almost lost his life. I still remember that the late emperor was stunned when he heard about this. When Ling Zun pleaded with the late emperor, I was next to him. At that time, I was wondering what kind of strange woman could do such a thing."

Su Qingfang smiled and said softly: "I remember that you came to visit me by order."

"But now, I'm a prisoner."

Mingkong smiled, and there was no sign of loss on his face.

The light in the cell was much better than the light in the aisle. Su Qingfang looked at her and was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, let's talk, am I going to die?"

It sounds like she is joking.

Su Qingfang nodded and said seriously: "Zongzheng Temple has made a decision and you will be executed twelve times this month."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Su Qingfang said: "I asked my father, but he was not very clear about this matter. He only said that it seemed to be related to the King of Wu. You also know that my father could not ask too much about such things. Anyway, Zongzhengsi made an inexplicable decision in the end."

"King of Wu?"

Mingkong raised his heroic eyebrows.

"I don't remember what kind of holidays did I have with the King of Wu?"

"Then I don't know!"

"Miss Su, thank you."

Mingkong didn't say anything else, put his hands together and bowed to Su Qingfang.

"Martial talent..."

"My Dharma name is Mingkong, and Wucairen has already been in the past."

"Master Mingkong, there is someone who wants to see you."

"who?"

"He has been helping you, and even stupidly looking for someone to sneak in, but I stopped him."

Mingkong was stunned when he heard this. In the flash of lightning, a light of inspiration flashed through her mind and immediately turned around.

The fat palace maid slowly took off her hat.

puff!

Mingkong burst into laughter when he saw that solemn and honest face.

Her smile even made Su Qingfang laugh.

"Huaiying, why did you become such a ghost?"

Mingkong smiled so hard that the branches trembled, as if the matter of her being executed soon could not affect her mood at this moment.

No wonder, the famous Di Ge Lao, now he looks like a big shot in women's clothing.

He also tied his hair bun and shaking his head with golden steps.

The fat face was touching rouge and red lips...

Di Renjie's face was flushed at this moment.

I don’t know if it was because of the willingness to apply rouge, or because of shame and anger.

It’s all Su Dawei’s fault!

He cursed in his heart.

He said nothing was fine. Judging from Mingkong and Su Qingfang like this, he knew how he should be like now.

"Stop laughing!"

"No, Huaiying, you can't stand it if you make me laugh first."

It was fine if Di Renjie didn't say anything. Mingkong could no longer hold back his words, so he squatted down while covering his stomach.

Su Qingfang seemed to want to hold it back. But from the way she shook her shoulders, she knew how hard she had to endure it.

"Master, talk to Di Jun, I'll go out and help you get the wind."

Su Qingfang laughed and turned around and left the prison door.

Mingkong was still laughing, making Di Renjie stand there, feeling embarrassed and didn't know how to place his hands.

"Okay OK, I won't laugh anymore."

After laughing for a while, Mingkong stopped laughing and stood up.

But when she saw Di Renjie's fat face smearing rouge, she couldn't help laughing again.

"Huaiying, I'm sorry, I'm wrong."

As he said that, Mingkong turned around and turned his back to Di Renjie.

"What does the mage mean?"

"Huaiying, don't blame me, I just can't see your face, otherwise I can't help it."

Di Renjie looked bitter.

Mingkong took two deep breaths and tried to calm down his emotions.

"Huaiying, thank you!"

"What?"

"I am very happy to see me. This at least shows that I am not too failed in my life, and there are still people who dare to risk their lives to think about it."

"Master, I'm not the only one."

"oh?"

"And Miss Liu, and Ami...

They are all thinking about you, but they are suffering from no way and don’t know how to help you.”

"Ami, are you back?"

"Well, I've come back and saved my life."

Mingkong's delicate body trembled and turned around.

This time, she did not laugh anymore, but looked at Di Renjie with a serious expression and said, "Save you? Huaiying, what's going on?"

"When something happened to you that day, I started to think of a solution.

It happened that day that Miss Su came for the autopsy, and I accompanied her and went back too late. As a result, she was attacked by a ghost at the bridge at the back door of Lingbao Temple. If Ami had not come back that day, Xiaoyu would have noticed something was wrong and rushed to the scene, and I would have died."

"Xiaoyu, is it okay?"

“It’s very good, and I miss you very much.”

When Mingkong heard these words, a smile appeared on his face.

But that smile disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She looked at Di Renjie and said, "You just said to be a ghost? But is that weird thing about being manipulated?"

"It's not considered weird, right!" Di Renjie said: "To be precise, it should be the weirdness produced by extracting the weird energy and practicing it with sacrifice. Well, that's what Ami told me. He said that there is still a difference between the ghost and the weirdness."

Mingkong was even more confused, "How did Ami know these?"

"He has now become an alien."

"Ami became an alien?"

Mingkong was very surprised when he heard this news.

However, she quickly calmed down again, shook her head and said softly: "This is also his fate.

When he survived the strange tide, it means that he has a deep blessing. If he survives a great disaster, he will have good fortune. But he didn't expect that he would become a strange man. When I met him last time, he didn't say that this bad boy also learned to keep it secret."

"Last time, he wasn't an alien."

Di Renjie said: "This matter is a long story, and it cannot be explained clearly in just a few words.

Anyway, Ami has become an alien and is very capable. He cares about you very much, too, the eldest lady, everyone believes that you are innocent."

The smile on Mingkong's face became even brighter.

She whispered: "Ami and the eldest lady are both good people."

"Originally, I wanted Ami to use her identity as a bad person to investigate the murderer for you. But Miss Su told me that Zongzhengji was going to execute you, so I discussed with Ami and felt that I had to see you and ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

Di Renjie smiled bitterly and said, "I originally wanted to ask you something about the case, but now...

Master, I must know now, what are your plans?”

"I?"

Mingkong looked at Di Renjie in confusion, but immediately reacted.

"Is my plan important?"

"certainly!"

Di Renjie said: "No matter what your plan is, Ami and I will help you."

"Do you know that if you help me, you may cause death.

Now it's Zongzheng Temple to kill me, not a little sesame mung bean to deal with me. I haven't figured out the causes and consequences of this matter yet. But I'm sure it's not simple! If you want to help me, it will be very dangerous."

Di Renjie laughed.

The fat face with rouge was smeared with a bit of funny look.

"Master, you don't have to worry about this.

Since we have decided to help you, it is not worth cherishing even if you lose your head. Before I came today, I had already written a letter and sent someone to my hometown in Taiyuan to cut off all relations with my family. Ami also decided to send the eldest lady away. Now, it's all for you..."

There was a hint of water in Mingkong's beautiful big eyes.

"Why?"

"Ami said, you saved his mother and son's lives, and he must help you."

"What about you?"

"I?"

Di Renjie suddenly felt guilty, lowered his head, and said after a while: "Where is righteousness, it is enough to be crushed to pieces. Besides, I know that you are framed and believe in the wizard, your innocence, so how can you watch innocent people die?"

Mingkong looked at Di Renjie without saying a word.

After a while, she whispered: "Huaiying, thank you."

"What about your decision?"

Mingkong smiled and said softly: "Actually, no matter what decision I decide, you will do that, right?"

Di Renjie trembled and there was no answer.

Master Mingkong walked to the table and picked up the stack of papers full of words on the table and handed them to Di Renjie.

"Huaiying, this is all kinds of right and wrong that I have experienced since I became a monk.

I don’t know if it’s useful, and I’m in prison and can’t investigate, so I ask you and Ami to worry.”

"That……"

"I won't leave!"

"Master!"

"Huaiying, I know your feelings and I am very grateful.

I also know that you and Ami...especially that bad boy Ami, he is not afraid of heaven or earth, and dares to do anything. But I can't leave. If I leave, wouldn't that mean I am really guilty? Although Wu Meiniang is a daughter in this life, she is not afraid of life and death. You can die for me, but I will never agree, let alone hide her name.
Chapter completed!