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The pursuit from behind was still gradually approaching. Shen Zhuoan took the injured Yan Qingning into his arms, gently patted his back, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"I'm always here whenever you need me."

Although Yan Qingning clearly knows that Shen Zhuoan is different from his god, he is still dazzled by the similar appearance and similar words...

The pursuit from behind was still continuing. Impatience flashed in Shen Zhuo'an's eyes, and he issued an order in a cold voice: "All secret guards must obey the order and kill all the thieves who dare to assassinate His Majesty on the spot!"

The sound of the blade penetrating flesh resounded in the quiet forest, dyeing the cold white moonlight crimson.

Shen Zhuoan held his waist tightly with one hand and covered his eyes with the other hand to prevent him from seeing the bloody smell of this place.

"Aning, why are you hurt so badly?"

Yan Qingning's calf was almost pierced by a crossbow arrow. The sharp crossbow arrow penetrated deeply into the flesh. Just looking at it was shocking.

"Lord God, An Ning won't be in pain." His lips were turning white in pain, but he still forced himself to smile at Shen Zhuo'an: "As long as Lord God is by his side, An Ning won't be in pain..."

Shen Zhuoan blocked his eyes with one hand, naturally unable to see the sincere and passionate emotion in those shallow eyes.

But he didn't need to think about it to know that those light eyes must be filled with attachment and nostalgia that didn't belong to him at all.

Shen Zhuo An's head felt a little bitter, but he still imitated the unknown "god" and coaxed him softly: "It might hurt a little later, Aning can bite me after it hurts."

Yan Qingning lay obediently on his shoulder and responded vaguely: "Well..."

After Shen Zhuo'an pulled out the arrow, he quickly sprinkled the powder he had prepared earlier on it, cut off his sleeves and made a simple bandage for him.

Yan Qingning did not scream during the whole process, nor did he bite Shen Zhuo'an's shoulder. He just lay obediently on his shoulder, as if he had lost the feeling of pain.

Shen Zhuoan frowned, put her finger on his lips, and as expected touched a stain of blood.

"Open your mouth."

Yan Qingning rarely hesitated in this regard. After meeting Shen Zhuoan's obviously serious gaze, he obediently opened his mouth, revealing his lower lip, which was almost bloody.

Shen Zhuoan pursed his lips, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be angry at Yan Qingning for biting him or at himself for not noticing that he was holding back the pain.

Perhaps sensing that he was in a bad mood, Yan Qingning took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips and coaxed him in a low voice: "Lord God, don't be angry..."

"Aning will be obedient in the future..."

When facing his "gods", his attitude of admitting his mistakes is always surprisingly good, although the feasibility of it remains to be verified.

Shen Zhuoan knew very well that Yan Qingning like this belonged to the unknown "God", and it did not belong to him...

Because of his low mood, he lowered his head, and the scar at the end of his eye fell into Yan Qingning's eyes the moment he lowered his head, causing doubts in his heart again.

Why are there scars on the ends of Lord Kami’s eyes?

Yan Qingning put her hands on his shoulders, took the initiative to move closer and kissed the scar at the end of his eye.

Such a simple action made Shen Zhuoan's body suddenly freeze.

He didn't dare to push Yan Qingning away, but he was also worried that the scar at the end of his eye would make Yan Qingning distinguish him from the "god".

But Yan Qingning didn't make any difference because of this. Instead, he pressed on the healed wound and asked him softly: "Does it hurt?"

He didn't add a title to his words, and Shen Zhuo'an could barely comfort himself. These words should be regarded as caring for him.

"It doesn't hurt."

He responded to Yan Qingning's words with a smile, but his heart felt like it was being scratched one after another with a dull knife.

He silently said words in his heart that were contrary to what he said with his mouth.

Your Majesty, it hurts...

Shen Zhuoan is in great pain...

He doesn't want to be treated as someone else...

But he dreams of having your favor...

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Gu Xian'an's eyes were blinded by needles, and his movements were restricted by iron chains in a small area. Only the fragment of the jade flute tightly held in his hand could give him some comfort.

"There is nothing wrong with the account books in my account department!"

"I have settled every account there!"

"There is no corruption in the household department!"

"I just couldn't find the backup ledger!"

……

From the next door of the dungeon came the accusations one after another. Just listening to them felt like crying blood.

Gu Xian'an was blind, so naturally he couldn't see what was going on over there. He struggled to drag the chains tied to his body, so he could barely move some distance and stretched his head to listen to the noise coming from over there.

"Tell me, what are you doing here and howling all day long?!"

"Prime Minister Gu put you in this prison, and now that he has lost his power, who can remember you?!"

"No matter how clean you are in calculating the accounts of the Ministry of Accounts, what can you do if you are clear about it?"

"You are locked up in a dungeon now. The superiors say you are guilty, but you are guilty. Who can you find to defend yourself?!"

……

What followed was a series of unbearable curses and the sound of a rice bowl being thrown to the ground.

The man seemed to have recognized the reality after being scolded, and there was no movement for a while.

There was a lull in the movement outside for a while, and Gu Xian'an estimated that the jailers were almost gone, and then he moved little by little towards the cell where the man was staying.

"You are Shibai, Minister of the Ministry of Finance... right?"

His vocal cords became hoarse under repeated torture, and his scalded face was so bloody that his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

When Shi Bai heard the familiar voice, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards him, "Do you recognize me?"

He said this and laughed at himself: "I am not a minister of the Ministry of Revenue now. Prime Minister Gu personally ordered me to be taken into the dungeon. Now I am just a prisoner."

Gu Xian'an pursed his lips, his throat was so dry and hoarse: "Have you ever resented what Prime Minister Gu did in your heart?"

"I don't blame him, I just don't understand."

It was rare to have anyone to talk to in the dungeon, and Shi Bai didn't bother to think about what kind of criminal law the man in front of him had committed to be subjected to such torture.

He leaned on the edge of the prison and explained: "I know that Prime Minister Gu of Yu State is a sensible person, and I also know that he entered the court after the death of His Highness the Second Prince. His ability to handle political affairs is really amazing. Incessantly.

But I don't understand the reason why such a person who is good at political affairs could make him order me to be detained in the dungeon without asking a question. "

Gu Xianan was silent.

He knew that if the wind was surging in the morning, the blame for household affairs would inevitably be thrown away one after another. There was only one way to protect Shi Bai.

Even if you strike first and imprison him in the dungeon, you can avoid the dirty water thrown by the people in the court, and you can also catch the real moth in the household.

But he ignored the fact that a person like Shi Bai, who has a clean and honest temperament, cannot tolerate the slightest slander...