Phoenix Couch Luan [CP Ended]

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Seeing this situation, the warden was puzzled, took the imperial decree and scanned it briefly, and found that it was not a crime of mortal death, so he became even more confused, so he ran to Lord Duan and bowed in front of Lord Duan, asking for a specific indication.

Prince Duan clasped his hands, his handsome face was gloomy, he gave him an impatient look, and reprimanded: "Put away your shady methods, this person has a special status, and he can't wait for the emperor to interrogate himself one day. You have to hand over all the people, I can only ask you."

"Understood, understood." The warden put his heart back into his stomach, and quickly asked someone to arrange the dryest and cleanest cell, and brought two quilts there.

He took another look at the big and small crimes in the imperial decree, took down Prince Duan's instructions, turned his mind over, and thought that it was probably because the emperor annoyed the prince and sent him here to suffer for a small punishment.

Thinking about it this way, I quickly called the jailers over and told them not to lose their minds and torture the prince. Otherwise, when the emperor's anger subsides and he wants to see his son, they will not be able to hand over someone or someone who is not human. Just wait to be crushed.

How could father and son have an overnight feud?Look how many times Duan Wang has interrupted since he was a child. Didn't the emperor hurt him so much that his eyes hurt?

Oh, what a disaster the prince has caused by being sent directly to the imperial prison without even being boarded!

He didn't understand, and he didn't dare to ask. He wanted to make a good sale, but he was afraid of self-defeating, so he just worked harder on the details and asked the jailers to make the tea and rice more refined. People suffer too much.

After the imperial guards withdrew, Xiao Mingxuan was in no hurry to leave. He wandered around the prison and saw several cells where serious offenders were held. Go down and lock the door of the torture chamber.

If this master sees the bloody instruments of torture inside, and goes back to apply some eye drops in front of the emperor, they should be unable to eat and walk away.

After all, it was Mr. Wang Sun, who was so delicate and easy to make a fuss. The warden lowered his head, curled his lips disapprovingly, and escorted him carefully to the outside of the prince's cell.

The location of this cell is the best, only half of it extends into the ground, and there is a small window on the wall. Looking up, you can see a bright moon hanging in the dark blue night sky.

The air is also dry and clear, without the rotten dampness below.

The warden looked at the brocade-clothed young man sitting on the straw mat through the fence.

I saw that his shoulders were straight, his neckline was elegant, his hands were folded on his knees, he had a dignified and steady demeanor, his hair and clothes were in perfect order.

It is worthy of being a nobleman in the sky, like a jade like a scorpion, it reflects brightly in the narrow and shabby room.

Courage is also extraordinary, what kind of place is the imperial prison, the darkest place in the world, how many people come in crying for their father and mother, and then go out with bruises.

There are even more people who can no longer get out. Under the torture, their bodies are shattered, their muscles and bones are broken, and they are close to death.

The prince showed no signs of fear, and remained calm as usual, not like being imprisoned, but rather sitting in a temple.

The warden was admiring in secret, when he suddenly heard a chuckle from above his head, it was shallow and low, if it wasn't for his sharp ears, he could hardly hear it.

He glanced up, then quickly lowered his head.

The smile on the corners of Prince Duan's lips did not disappear, his eyes were cold and mocking, and he said indifferently: "I have something to say to the prince, can you make it easier for me?"

The warden was obedient, left the lamp behind, and quietly retreated.

Xiao Mingyue, who looked like a clay sculpture and wood carving, finally reacted, and slowly raised her head to meet his gaze through the fence, her long eyelashes quivering slightly, her eyes full of sadness.

"So..." His voice trembled, with uncontrollable sobs, "I'm the bastard."

As if overwhelmed and ashamed, he lowered his head and softly said sorry.

What's the use of apologizing?Everything lost can never be recovered.

Xiao Mingxuan looked at this ashamed person.

His identity was exposed, his pride was broken, and he still had to say sorry to him?

Stepping such a helpless young man from the clouds to the mud, not only did not make him happy, but filled him with frustration.

After the initial anger and anger subsided, he found that he still couldn't hate Xiao Mingyue.

What's the use hating him?They are all poor worms who have been tortured by fate.

What's more, he didn't really cut off his gratitude to him in his heart.

Others only saw that Prince Duan was frivolous and domineering, domineering and arrogant, but they couldn't see his unwavering belief under his rebellious appearance.

A man on the prairie is born to bind the dragon and fight the tiger, fighting fiercely against the heroes, not relying on the strong to bully the weak, even if he wins, it is a shame.

He looked at Xiao Mingyue, looked at the guilt-filled eyes, the miserable and haggard face, and the tense and white fingers. It was as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Why didn't Xiao Mingyue be a little tougher and less vicious?

With such a weak and pitiful appearance, how can people harden their hearts?

The night wind came in through the window, the candles flickered, and under such a beautiful day and moonlight, they should have toasted and drank and talked all night, instead of looking at each other from a distance like this, wanting to say nothing.

Xiao Mingxuan's eyes wandered, and he unexpectedly remembered that before the breakup, he would often go to Xiao Mingyue to eat and drink. The other party disliked his ugly appearance, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and poured soup and water for him. Don't worry, keep whatever you like for him.

In fact, the concubine Chen is so pampered, what delicacies can't be tasted in the palace?