sunset fever

Chen Bizhen was able to reach the city in the afternoon, but the marching army occupied the road, the road was congested and chaotic, and he was not familiar with this place, so he detoured for a long time on the way, and did not enter the city until day and night.

It was raining again. It was warm in late spring, as shiny as oil, and red lanterns were hung on the doors of the shops. In Qianling City, it was not prosperous, but it was not dead.

Chen Bizhen found the magistrate's house, which was surrounded by high walls. Chen Bizhen came alone, and he was not dressed in new or fancy clothes. He did not look like a serious visitor. A servant came out and asked vigilantly: " What's the matter, son?"

"I'm looking for your lord, I have something important to discuss."

"Please say your name, we will report."

The rain is getting heavier, and the sky is really going to be completely dark, but it seems to be delaying time, reluctant to leave in the daytime.

Chen Bizhen stood on the steps to hide from the rain, he said: "I have documents from the imperial court. His Majesty's informant was imprisoned in the Qianling Prison. I came here to solve this matter, so it is inconvenient to give my name."

A servant left in a hurry, while the other two were staring at him. Not long after, someone came, and he knew it was the magistrate at a glance. He felt that he had seen Chen Bizhen at a glance, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Because there is no information from all parties, there is some misunderstanding." After reading the documents, the magistrate was more respectful to Chen Bizhen. He invited Chen Bizhen in, pointed out someone holding an umbrella, and sent someone to take care of Chen Bizhen's horse.

After entering the room, Chen Bizhen reluctantly drank two sips of hot tea, and then arranged by the prefect to go to a guest room to take a shower and change clothes.Naturally, he was very anxious, but he couldn't be completely unofficial.

After changing clothes, Chen Bizhen came to the hall and took a seat, pretending to be calm.

He said to the magistrate: "You may understand that I should have gone to the person in charge of the prison, but I was afraid that it would take a lot of trouble, so I just came to you, and everything will be unblocked smoothly, which will save everyone trouble."

Yan Xiu's name was written on another piece of paper. Chen Bizhen unfolded it and showed it to the magistrate. The magistrate nodded immediately. He might have doubts, but he didn't want to add unnecessary details, so he sent someone to lead Chen Bizhen to the prison went.

People entered the dark and stuffy underground from the ground, and Chen Bizhen followed the guide to a narrow hall, and the man said, "My lord, please wait here, I will go and bring someone here."

Those lights would not bring gentle warmth, but a gloomy look. Chen Butie stood restlessly, staring at the doorway where the man left, his heart crinkled tightly.He was looking forward to seeing Yan Xiu, but also afraid of seeing him, even afraid that it might be a game in the middle of a game, afraid that he had already stepped into the real trap of others.

There were footsteps, one very loud, the other slow and light. In the long corridor outside the door, there were shadows of two people getting closer.

Even closer, Chen Bizhen could see that Yan Xiu had his head down. He was wearing such rough clothes, and his hair was stained with gray grass that could be seen from a distance.

Another servant brought in hot water and put it on the table by the wall. He shouted at Yan Xiu, "Wash your face, we didn't take good care of it."

"About his murder..." Yan Xiu talked to the servant.

The errand immediately replied in a hurry, saying: "Whether this matter is true or not, we will not pursue it. It is the intention of the magistrate."

Up to now, Yan Xiu has not raised his head. He has just removed the shackles, and he is not used to walking. When Yan Xiu stopped, the person who supported him let go of his hand, and he immediately knelt down on his knees.

It may be pulling the wound on his body, so Yan Xiu cried out in pain.

Chen Bizhen immediately squatted down to help him, and only then could he see Yan Xiu's face clearly.Yan Xiu probably didn't have the energy to open his eyes, and he didn't bother to see who the people around him were, he just stared at Chen Bizhen's knee.

Yan Xiu raised his eyes slowly.

"I'll take you back." Chen Bizhen's gaze stagnated, and the blood color in his eyes became more obvious, and he wanted to help Yan recover.

Yan Xiu said in a low, inaudible voice, "Hungry... hungry..."

In the past, he was so glamorous, always dressed in brand new clothes, and he seldom humbled himself. At that time, he would not kneel down when he saw the emperor.

Chen Bichen's tears rolled down his chin.

He sniffed and said, "Go out and buy you food, don't worry, just hold on."

Later, he didn't even bother to wash his face anymore, and let the half basin of hot water disperse his breath behind him, Chen Bizhen stood up with Yan Xiu on his back, and walked outside.

The rain did not stop, and the soles and uppers of the shoes were wet.

After the doctor came to look at it, Chen Bizhen became more and more angry. He didn't dare to look directly at Yan Xiu's injuries, and it was even more difficult to imagine what he went through there.

After the prescription was written, the doctor said: "There are many diseases that add to the body, and it is not easy to treat. You need to take more medicine and take care of it slowly."

The doctor's apprentice brought the medicine as needed. Chen Bizhen closed the door and sat by the bed. He covered Yan Xiu's collar. Not long after, a door knocker came outside and said, "My lord, The magistrate sent someone to see him, and sent some clothes to wrap around."

More than one person came, took some men's inner and outer clothes, some snacks and tea, and a box of gold and silver, the leader said: "If there is anything missing, we will go and prepare it."

"There is nothing missing." Chen Bizhen replied quietly.

Then he sent them away, and the medicine he had grabbed was also brought. Before Yan Xiu took a mouthful of porridge soup, he half-opened his eyes and asked, "Where is this? Are you going to take me to be beheaded? I was killed Innocent."

His lips were chapped and bloodless, and when his hands were tightly held, he didn't take the initiative to exert strength. Chen Bizhen knelt by the bed and said, "I'm here. It's okay. No one dares to kill you." .”

The candles were glowing red, and the night was getting darker. Yan Xiu blinked and muttered: "You are here..."

"I have already brought you out, you take care of it first, and when you regain your energy, we can leave, go to a leisurely place, and live a good life."

When the conversation was not finished, Chen Bizhen was about to choke up, he helped Yan Xiu scrub, and changed into the new pajamas he sent.

Later, Chen Bizhen took off his clothes and shoes, got into bed, and hugged Yan Xiu.

Finally, all the touches were real, and Yan Xiu's expression was real. He was weak, but he found a place to cling to, and rubbed into Chen Butie's arms, saying, "This time, I really thought I was going to die."

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to touch Chen Bizhen's face, and sighed: "It's really you..."

"It was because of my negligence that I fell into someone else's trap and made you suffer so far. After thinking about it, it was originally not rigorous, but I didn't think carefully about it."

Chen Bizhen knew that Yan Xiu didn't quite understand what he was talking about.

The waiter in the inn brought the decocted medicine, and Chen Bizhen thanked him with a little broken silver.Chen Bizhen tasted the medicine first, and after a while, he fed it to Yan Xiu.

Yan Xiu also ate a few mouthfuls of porridge. He complained that he was hungry, but he couldn't eat too much. He seemed timid or fearful, and always shrank to the corner of the bed when he sat up.

"What's the matter? Look up at me." Chen Bizhen went to grab Yan Xiu's hand, but Yan Xiu buried his face even lower, his shoulders trembled, and finally he could not restrain his sobs.

After a long while, he yelled a weak "Help".

He wanted to jump out of bed, to run out.

Yan Xiu's consciousness is clear, he knows that he is safe, but the emotions that have been suppressed for a long time have been released, and he is a little uncontrollable. The green jade bracelet is hanging on his slender wrist. He holds it with the other hand and says: "Don't grab my bracelet, don't grab it."

Chen Bizhen was able to hug him easily, and Yan Xiu burst into tears. After being tough for a long time, he was finally able to relax a little and reveal his weakness.

Dungeons, beatings, starvation... can crush almost anyone.

Chen Bizhen deliberately didn't turn on the lamp, and slept on the outside of the bed, or he had to be more gentle and intimate, so that the haze in Yan Xiu's heart would dissipate quickly.

The kiss is light, tender, and hot.As soon as the lips touched, the body temperature merged, and the breath was like a pool rising from the ground, which was hot.

Yan Xiu raised his hand and put it around Chen Bizhen's neck.

Qianling on a rainy night seems to be no different from other places on a rainy night, but amidst the tragic experience, this is the most unusual rainy night.

"They will snatch my bracelet," Yan Xiu said. "It's not snatching, it's about taking it off quietly. I dodge it. The man said be careful, he's going to cut off my hand and take the bracelet. What's going on? , I didn’t kill anyone, I didn’t do anything bad, I was poisoned at that time, and I had hallucinations, so I lost my way.”

Chen Bizhen is no longer what he looked like when he was in the palace, he has really changed, he is more like an ordinary adult than an imperial nobleman, he put away some mischievousness and cultivated some composure.He slept on his side with his head down, looking at Yan Xiu's drooping eyelashes.

Then, a kiss was printed on the tip of Yan Xiu's nose.

"I know, I don't believe you killed someone."

"Am I being too loose? If I protect myself well, then it won't be like this." Yan Xiu gradually calmed down, he held Chen Bizhen's fingers under the quilt, and spoke slowly.

At the hottest time in the afternoon, Lin Hongruo couldn't rest. She kicked the shuttlecock by herself under the shadow of a tree.

There was wind blowing leaves and insects chirping. A maidservant was walking quickly. She approached and said, "Miss Lin, they said that Mr. Zhong was talking nonsense and acting crazy recently, and fell from the eaves. Bedridden from the fall, he may have suffered from hysteria, or perhaps something more unspeakable."

The shuttlecock counted to thirty, and landed firmly in Lin Hongruo's hand. She took a small breath and said, "Of course, you should sympathize with others, but this person has nothing to do with me."

Lin Hongruo was dressed light and fresh, and had exercised, so her cheeks were pink, and she looked very happy. She threw the shuttlecock again, and bent her legs behind her.

What are you thinking.

It was the poisoned wine that was used to bluff people that day, it was Zhong Qingming who was heartbroken, it was the marriage proposal who was happy to die young, it was the first meeting in the forest, it was Zhao Beak, it was the arrow shot on the tree trunk...

It is the wine bag of the wolf picture.

Besides love, Lin Hongruo still has a lot of things to think about. She should read more medical books, learn how to kick the shuttlecock, and cook soup for the hardworking Qin Jiang a few times.

It's time for her to get ready for her parents who are coming from Fushan.

When the sun sets, it always goes to the western horizon. The shadow of the tree moves and changes its position. The servant girl said: "Actually, Mr. Zhong wrote you a letter, and it was sent by the person who waits beside him."

A piece of light yellow paper, not even an envelope. Lin Hongruo tore it neatly. She turned her head and said, "Even if I write a book, I won't read it."

Lin Hongruo smiled lightly, then she raised her eyebrows suddenly, and asked the maid in front of her, "If there is really a ghost delivering the letter, can we receive it in Yangjian?"

The shuttlecock flew up, counting to forty, Lin Hongruo's white clothes flickered, she forgot everything and didn't care about anything when she started playing.

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