Poor thing. Thousands of people died in the tragedy.

Think about reality, imagine the end distance.
Shen Suer returned to the lobby when he first entered the prison.
This is really the cleanest and best place in the prison.
Shen Suer sat in a lacquered armchair in the lobby beside a long table.
This is the best chair in the dungeon that Manager Chen sent someone to move here.
It wasn’t long before the jailers brought a woman with some unsteady steps.
The neck is shackled, and both hands are locked. Bare feet and feet are bare with chains.
Here, the light fills the section 196. The truth of the assassination in the prison 9
There is plenty of light here.
Shen Suer even saw Xiao Guifei’s poor appearance.
Dressed in thin clothes, gaunt, biting his red lips, blue with cold.
Two days ago, that arrogant woman couldn’t find a trace at this moment.
She doesn’t know that no one has come to visit these two days, but think about it, it is unlikely that anyone will come.
At this time, no one will miss her.
If you are less, you will also add a dress to her.
Shen Suer inexplicably sympathizes with Xiao Guifei.
If she is not married to the emperor’s family, if she is not persistent in competing for favor, if she is not so lofty and aloof in dealing with others at ordinary times, or if she is not so arrogant today, she will never be able to make up for some mistakes once.
Why does father-in-law Chen, er, wear so many things on her body? Besides, will she fly to prison alone?
Manager Chen replied respectfully that the empress doesn’t know Xiao Guifei’s body, military commanders and young martial arts. Generally, the imperial guards are not rivals, which is also a nip in the bud. Her evil thoughts will be bad for you.
Shen Suer light well a little white.
No wonder the jailer came with Xiao Guifei, kneeling in the cold and keeping a certain distance, and there were several sword guards on both sides.
What are you doing here? Look at how miserable I am. Tell you not to be proud. One day, you will be like Xiao Guifei, with a hoarse voice and cursing eyes, staring at Shen Suer with hatred.
Shen Suer shivered, not because of Xiao Guifei’s hysterical curses, but because of the thought that it was hard to overlap today.
The empress came to see you today. Don’t misunderstand her kindness. You just don’t appreciate it. How can it be delicious?
Well, father-in-law Chen, it’s okay. She’s sad. The palace won’t blame Shen Suer. At present, she is very sympathetic to Xiao Guifei. Sit down and prepare some food. It’s best to get some wine to warm her up. She thought about it and asked someone to get Xiao Guifei a warm suit.
Manager Chen should be a yes, that is, he ordered the 197th day prison to assassinate the truth 1.
Manager Chen should be a command.
A jailer moved to a chair and Xiao Guifei sat down unceremoniously.
Before seeing Qing, the woman was Shen Suer, and a little pride flooded her heart for a moment, just as she didn’t want to be looked down upon.
Shen Suer was a little dumbfounded, but Xiao Guifei was so proud.
Just now, a woman curled up in the corner is different. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, I really couldn’t imagine it. But it’s strange. Is Xiao Guifei too preoccupied with things? Didn’t she see her standing outside the cell just now or was the light too dark to see it really?
No matter which one, Shen Suer has changed something for Xiao Guifei. It’s really worthy of being a kungfu woman. It’s also stubborn enough to observe Xiao Guifei carefully. Shen Suer soon saw it and knew that Xiao Guifei was pretending to be strong.
But being able to pretend at this time has already made her admire.
This thought is a great heroine.
It wasn’t long before the things were ready.
Drinks and a few simple dishes were also sent up and carried to XiaoGuiFei together with a small table.
It’s a hassle again. I want to untie Princess Xiao Guifei’s neck shackles.
Otherwise, clothes will be difficult to wear.
It’s not convenient to eat either.
Xie Shen Suer, I feel quite commanding.
The jailer hesitated to ask again, then looked at Manager Chen.