Dugong is polite, Xiaosheng can't stand it

This time, the king still has something he doesn't understand, and he still needs to learn, so he wants to ask the general for advice. "

Gao You said so, Zhao Jun raised his eyes and looked at him, Gao You also looked at him, the two looked at each other, Zhao Jun could clearly see the clarity in Gao You's eyes, he knew that Gao You did not understand, he was To save him.

"If there is anything the prince doesn't understand, the subordinate officials will know everything." The general respects this prince very much. related to the relationship.

It was a coincidence that he met Xue Yu.

Xue Yu is dressed in a black official uniform, with a tall and straight figure, with elegant skirts, her whole body is sharper, and the temperature in her eyes is getting colder.

Zhao Jun couldn't help but want to laugh, he knew that Xue Yu was cruel, he knew that Xue Yu killed people like crazy, but so what, he didn't have the slightest thought of blaming him, so could he be regarded as a cruel person in the eyes of the world.

Zhao Jun couldn't stop herself from looking at him, Xue Yu didn't stay for a moment, nor did she give him a look, even if it was a cold look.

Zhao Jun suddenly felt a shadow in front of him, and when he turned his head, Gao You was standing beside him, blocking between him and the general.

He was also grateful to Gao You, the general already had a prejudice against him, if he saw him staring at Xue Yu without moving, maybe he would hate him to a certain extent.

Just as he was about to leave with Gao You and others, someone suddenly called Zhao Jun to stop him, and it was the sage who ordered him to go to the imperial study to discuss important matters.

Zhao Jun paused and lost his mind for a moment before he realized it.

On the other hand, Gao You seemed to have something to say to him, but he didn't say anything in the end. Zhao Jun felt ashamed, as sensitive as the Seventeenth Prince, Gao You might have already seen something, but Gao You left it for him. Three-point thin noodles, never broken half a point.

(31) my

On a rainy night, the clouds were overcast, thunder followed one after another, lightning flashed in the sky, and the strong wind rolled the raindrops.

The rain was pouring, and the night was cold. Through the rain curtain, I saw a group of people in black riding fast horses breaking through the rain.

The thunder is loud, the lightning reflects the plaque of Dongchang, and the rain washes away the golden characters over and over again. This place is no different from hell, this is the hell on earth.

There are many guards here. The gate guards saw a group of people galloping towards them. The rain was so heavy that they couldn't see who was coming. Since they didn't know the enemy or friends, they drew their knives out.

"Who is coming!"

The leader got off his horse, and one of the gatekeepers approached, saw who was coming, and immediately knelt down with his knife in hand.

"See the Governor."

Someone led the horse off, and someone held an umbrella to cover it from the rain. Xue Yu took off the heavy rain cloak on his body, and put a clean cloak on his shoulders again. Walking in, half a step never stops.

When Dingfan Kingdom came to court, Xue Yu was immediately transferred to another place. He was not in the middle of the capital, so Dongchang naturally had good news, not to mention that there was such a turmoil in the court, how could he not know.

Princess China of Dingfan Kingdom was killed, Zhao Jun was arrested and imprisoned, and handed over to Dongchang for disposal.

When Xue Yu heard about this, she immediately returned to Beijing. It had been three days since Zhao Jun was arrested. Three days was enough to torture that weak scholar to death. So what if his body is weak, Dongchang has plenty of ways to save his life.

He quickly stepped into the very familiar place, which he established by himself, how many people have been tortured here, don't think about it, that scholar will definitely have a hard time.

He secretly clenched his hands, frowned slightly, unbelievable that he would still think about that scholar, and even go back to Beijing against the sacred order.

The dark dungeon, the smelly environment, the gloomy instruments of torture all around, the empty prison cell is cold and cruel, as if completely separating all the light thousands of miles away.

When Xue Yu walked to the scholar's cell, the scholar was lying dead on the ground, his thin hands and feet were bound by heavy chains, his pale complexion and dirty blood made him look like a dead man.

"Open."

The subordinates hurriedly opened the cell door. Although the sage ordered no one to visit him, Xue Yu was the leader of the entire East Factory. Since the prisoner was locked in the cell of the East Factory, Xue Yu had the right to interrogate him.

The cell door opened, Xue Yu walked in, and walked to the scholar.

He waved them off.

There were only the two of them left here, Xue Yu looked at him, lost in thought for a long time, what he couldn't let go of this scholar.

He raised his head and exhaled softly, remembering that a concubine he executed not long ago, a concubine with no family background, fell into Dongchang's hands, and he would definitely not let her out again.

It is not other people who really want her to die, but her pillow person, the former pillow person.

A concubine who wanted to be favored went to the imperial study to meet the emperor, but saw something she shouldn't have seen.

Xue Yu reached out to touch the scholar's face, but the outstretched fingers curled back.

He suddenly remembered those words that the concubine wailed before she died, as if she wanted to tell others to hear those words, but unfortunately, after entering Dongchang, no one will hear her words again.

He stretched out his hand towards the scholar's already thin neck, so thin that he could break it with one hand, he tightened uncontrollably, and the strength in his hand increased.

The scholar finally had a slight reaction in his hands.

Seeing the scholar's eyelashes trembling slightly, Xue Yu slowly opened his eyes, wanting to struggle but unable to struggle, his eyes were also empty.

He let go of his hand suddenly, watching the scholar's almost inaudible breathing.

Xue Yu took two steps back abruptly, it was unbelievable that he wanted to strangle the scholar to death.

The scholar had already woken up, at least regained some consciousness. The feeling of suffocation just now, the still burning pain on his neck, and the new and old wounds on his body all made him curl up in pain.

Xue Yu lost his mind for a moment, then watched the scholar gradually wake up.

The scholar looked at the man in front of him, his slender and tall figure was outlined in pitch black, his hair was tied lightly with a black jade headband, familiar, the scholar wanted to see his face clearly, but he couldn't.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

When the scholar heard his voice, he was surprised for a moment, when did Xue Yu come back!

The book moved vividly, and he wanted to stand up from the cold ground, but the weight from his wrists made him have to give up. His hands, ankles, and wrists were tightly shackled by chains, so tight that there was no room for them, and the skin had already been worn out.

"Du, Dugong wants to interrogate himself?" The scholar forced himself to speak a complete sentence clearly, almost exhausting his strength, and it was even more difficult to breathe.

The sharp and deep eyes in the darkness can't help but give people a sense of oppression, but his eyes are like a deep pool, bottomless, and there is an invisible chill in the brows, which makes people daunting.

The scholar knew that he had provoked him again.

Xue Yu leaned over and reached out to grab his clothes: "Do you want to die that much?"

After finishing speaking, he let go, and the scholar fell back to the wet and cold ground like a piece of rag, suffocated, curled up and coughed weakly.

Xue Yu watched the moment when the corner of his mouth coughed up blood, and instinctively wanted to get closer to the scholar, but he suppressed this reaction.

Xue Yu also couldn't blame the scholar, even though the scholar was a stranger to him, even though the scholar was entangled with Gao Zhi.

They are both contradictory, unwilling to let go, unforgiving, not lovers, not jealous, but caring about each other.

They are very similar, but not at all, what is the relationship-no relationship, no relationship.

Zhao Jun never thought that she would see that barbarian woman again, let alone that that barbarian woman was the princess of Dingfan Kingdom—China.

Zhao Jun also tasted the torture of Dongchang for the first time because of her.

The princess of Dingfan Kingdom Laichao was killed, and the real culprit has already been found out.

This is a warning, but also a temptation, a warning to Zhao Jun, and a temptation to Xue Yu.

Zhao Jun was imprisoned in Dongchang for the sole purpose of testing Xue Yu, Xue Yu's return to Beijing this time is already a disobedience.

After a long time, Xue Yu said quietly: "Your life belongs to the governor."

The scholar curled up on the ground was startled, he never thought that Xue Yu would say this, he stumbled and said: "Xiao, I'm afraid... I have no chance..."

"Your life belongs to the governor, and the only person who can kill you is the governor."

Xue Yu took off the cloak, waved it over the scholar, and picked him up.

The scholar was so numb that he couldn't feel the temperature, but he could smell the familiar fragrance lingering around him.

The scholar suddenly smiled, and he tightened Xue Yu's lapel: "You shouldn't have come back."

"I've already returned, it's too late to persuade now." Xue Yu said lightly.

The scholar was very tired, he closed his eyes.

"Xiaosheng won't thank you."

Xue Yu said, "I know."

On a rainy night, Xue Yu took the scholar out of Dongchang Prison.

(32) Don't Dislike

The scholar's clothes were very dirty, and with Xue Yu's clean nature, he would definitely dislike him. The scholar saw his eyes and knew that he had already disliked him.

Xue Yu took off the scholar's clothes three times, five times and two times. The scholar had no strength and was too lazy to move. This was not the first time that this happened.

What's more, the scholar himself almost disliked himself, and being in prison for three days was as unattractive as rolling in muddy water for three days.

There were many injuries on the scholar, Xue Yu just glanced at them and skipped them. There were many punishments in Dongchang, he knew all of them well, and he had tried each on people. They are the most unbearable.

The room was warm, and the warm incense and the misty warm water warmed the scholar's body up little by little.

The scholar leaning on Xue Yu's body like a corpse groaned for a long time: "It hurts."

The person is warmed up, and the consciousness is back, how can it not hurt.

Xue Yu didn't speak, just tore off his coat, put on his underwear, and carried the scholar into the pool.

The wound was soaked in water, and the pain was so severe that the scholar gasped, and unconsciously clenched Xue Yu's soaked thin underclothes tightly.

The clear pool of water was stained by the scholar's blood not long after, and it rippled away without a trace.