Tent warm listening to the rain sleep

[Four]

This time, Jing Zhan's intention of treason was well known to everyone in the government and the public, and the little emperor Jing Zhiheng became the biggest winner.

It's not a good feeling to be reduced from an upright general and prince to a rebellious minister and thief.The crime of treason has been proven, and he really will never be reborn forever.

Jing Zhan was arrested, the palace was sealed off, and all the family members and servants escaped cleanly.The courtiers who had good relations with him were in a hurry to distance themselves from him, for fear of getting into trouble, how could anyone dare to advise him...

Jing Zhiheng knew the concerns of the courtiers, so he generously ordered: as long as we draw a clear line with Jing Zhan, we will not pursue it any further.

He was tactful, he won people's hearts and appeased the officials, who would not accept his actions?

However, Jing Zhan's treason case has not been dealt with for a long time.

In front of the gate of Dali Temple, a slender beauty, dressed in aqua blue, with a small lacquered wooden food box on her arm, wandered around the gate repeatedly, as if hesitating in case of trouble.

Those who dare to hang out in the prison are probably not very smart, thanks to his beautiful face.Pedestrians passing by inevitably cast doubtful glances at him.

"At the end."

He walked back and forth dozens of times, and after much deliberation, he let out a long breath and strode into the Dali Temple.

"Take me to see Jing Zhan." He said to the Ting Wei sitting in the hall, his tone was neither sullen nor angry.

Ting Wei received the oral order from the little emperor, treated him very respectfully, and personally took him to the cell.

Jing Zhan is a felon. He is held in a single room in the deepest part of the dungeon. It is dark and damp, and he never sees the sun.The jailer was concerned about his identity, so he didn't dare to torture him hastily, and he didn't dare to show him face.It's just that his lute bone was pierced abruptly, and he was chained up like his limbs, and his handsome appearance was tortured and changed a long time ago.

"Spiritual rain?"

"This is not where you should come..." Jing Zhan raised his eyes to look at the man wearily, and his eyes became crystal light again, "Leave..."

"I can't leave yet." Ling Yu interrupted him first, "I want to save the prince."

His volume is not low, and he is not afraid of being heard by Ting Wei.

"Save me?" Jing Zhan paused, privately making a dragon robe is a capital crime, Jing Zhiheng wanted to kill himself, how could Lingyu, a powerless young man, save himself?When he is in trouble, he is still willing to bow down to visit, which is already affection.

Lingyu opened the food box calmly, and displayed the contents one by one - a pot of sake, a wine glass, a bowl of hand-rolled beef noodles, and a pair of chopsticks.

It can't be said that he is rich, but he is full of affection and righteousness.

"Put him down." Ling Yu said loudly to Ting Wei who was standing outside the cell.

Ting Wei was embarrassed and didn't do anything, Ling Yu said again: "He's half dead, he can't escape."

Ting Wei looked at the dying Jing Zhan hesitantly, and then took out a bunch of keys from his waist to unlock him.

Ling Yu helped Jing Zhan, who was covered in blood, to sit down, served him as usual, poured him wine, poured a full glass, and chatted casually with him: "Your Majesty, you know, what was my name before I entered the Xifeng Pavilion? "

Jing Zhan shook his head feebly, touching the wine cup to see the bottom of the glass.He didn't check on Lingyu secretly, he just thought that he was an ordinary young lady, and he was a little more sincere to him when he was acting on the occasion - after all, he had blocked a knife for himself, and under his water-blue tulle coat , On the skin of his chest, there is a brand mark, witnessing his selfless devotion to himself.

"Yu Ling." When Ling Yu uttered these two words, the tone was neither light nor heavy, it was extremely normal.

"Yu Ling?" Jing Zhan repeated his words softly, afraid that something would be alarmed.

The name Jing Zhan is no stranger to him, the young son of the Yu family, Yu Ling.

The Yu family used to be a well-known family in the Southern Kingdom, but unfortunately misfortunes never come singly. They offended the powerful and were murdered. The women in the family were not enslaved, and the men were exiled for thousands of miles.

The issuer and executor of the order is Jing Zhan.

Suddenly, the chopsticks he was hanging were unable to get down, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms.

"Yu Ling, it's me." Ling Yu explained to him word by word, and he spoke very hard, as if he was trying to recall some very unpleasant memories.

"I flattered Guan Ying and begged him to let me go... You know that there is no man I can't cure..."

"I came here specially to ask you to settle the Yu family's old debt."

Ling Yu's words were like a blow to the head, knocking Jing Zhan dizzy, the chopsticks in his hand were not stable, and fell to the dusty table, awakening a burst of dust.Even the bleeding wound on his body was numb, and he didn't feel any pain.

Their meeting was a set trap: they appeared next to Jing Zhan as a young lady, killed Situ Lianyi, and then moved into the palace as a matter of course, becoming his inseparable pillow...

In this way, everything made sense—he was the only person in the palace who had the opportunity to manipulate the five-clawed dragon robe.

Really good calculation.

In the dark, Jing Zhan felt that there were countless pairs of eyes peeping at him from the dark place where he couldn't see his fingers. The grievances that can't be cleared are all revenged on herself——I never thought that it would be him who hurt me so badly!

"Only by myself, I can't break you, but you have a good nephew." Ling Yu added.

Jing Zhiheng?

Inexplicably, Jing Zhan heard what Situ Lian repeated with tears in his eyes - he will kill you...

It's true, Lingyu conspired with Jing Zhiheng a long time ago, and it is bound to destroy her...

Could it be that in the past, his tenderness and affection for him were all disguised?

Jing Zhan only felt chills all over his body. The man in blue in front of him was very strange, heartless and ungrateful, which made his heart ashamed.

He wanted to scold harshly and vent his anger, but his body was weak, and the wounds were still bleeding continuously... Or, in other words, he couldn't bear to question him at all.

I did it myself...

Jing Zhan's head was dizzy, his chest felt tight, his blood was surging, and he vomited out a mouthful of thick dirty blood.He forced himself to wipe the corners of his mouth, hoping to hold on for a while longer, but the blood was rubbing more and more uncontrollably, even the corners of his eyes and nostrils were full of blood, cool black blood.

Black blood - there is poison in the wine.

He smiled wryly, the blood in his body was churning uncontrollably, churning into a ball indiscriminately, tying knots one after another, the internal organs were in severe pain like being torn apart, from the outside to the inside, piercing through the heart ...

Heartache, the pain of liver and intestines, the pain is too painful.

The pain comes and goes, heart-piercing, no less than cutting flesh and bone.Jing Zhan hugged his arms tightly, his nails were embedded in the flesh of his arms, and his whole body twitched and trembled with the rising and falling pain.

Gradually, he lost consciousness, and the desperation of the body ended with it.

When he was on the verge of death, it was rare for him to wake up completely, and he might have to thank Lingyu for the poison. He didn't need to beheaded in front of the Meridian Gate to show the public, and he retained the last face of being born as a king.

Today, he is still Jing Zhan and the regent of the Southern Kingdom!

"Thank you, Lingyu."

Jing Zhan hadn't had time to swallow his last remaining breath.He didn't even have the strength to hold Ling Yu's hand, but there was still a little sparkle in his eyes that didn't dissipate, shining brightly in the dark cell.

However, he could only look at him affectionately, as if he had thanked him.

【Fives】

Lingyu took the lead in eradicating the regent Jing Zhan.Jing Zhiheng thought highly of him and invited him to be an official many times, but unexpectedly he rejected them all.

Some people say that he doesn't know how to flatter, others say that he is prudish, and his words are fearsome. Even if Lingyu relaxes, he doesn't want to stay in the capital—this is the place where his Yu family made his fortune. It is also the origin of nightmares. After staying for a long time, it is easy to bring up sad things, and when you retire, it is time for you to leave this place of right and wrong quietly...

A small town thousands of miles away has many stories.

"Mr. Yu? Mr. Yu! Are you listening?"

Ling Yu, who lives by teaching, was shaken vigorously by the young man dressed as the former young master before she came back to her senses, thinking about what he had just asked her to make up her mind, pondered for a moment, and answered bluntly: "She probably likes you , that's why I care about you everywhere, you can't let others down."

Brother Young Master nodded half-understood, and asked again with his chin resting: "Sir is good-looking, there must be someone who treats you well! Does he also like Mr.?"

do you like it?

Looking back on the past, there is only one person who treats me well, except for the deceased parents and family members.

After that person is happy with him, he will wrap him in his arms intimately, kneading his sore waist over and over again; he will stand up for him who has been wronged; He took care of him in every possible way during the bed; he would still remember his favorite candied fruit...

This is an unforgettable relationship.

Xuanjia tiger broke through the west city, and Wang Shi rode on Kyushu with iron cavalry—to the outside world, he was still the general and prince of the southern kingdom.

Lingyu lowered his head and thought about the past Lin Zongzong, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "He, I should like it."

The author has something to say: the first short story finished in Jinjiang, thank you to everyone who has read it, thank you for your support!