There's always someone who wants to break up with me

Yuan Yao looked at him coldly, showing no good looks, but still lowered his volume.

There are so many and complicated things that Yuan Yao doesn't know for a while? Where should I start asking.

He cleared his throat and asked?: "Let's talk about everything that needs to be explained."

An Jun raised the corners of his mouth to the sides, and said with a slight smile: "My lord, I don't understand what you're talking about."

With a dark face, Yuan Yao repeated: "What needs to be explained, let's say it."

An Jun's smile was even heavier. He looked at Yuan Yao with his eyes, and Yuan Yao shivered abruptly.The prison was already dark, and it was already late at night. An Jun smiled and looked at him like this. Reflecting the candlelight, An Jun's smiling eyes immediately turned into a pair of fierce ghosts in Yuan Yao's eyes. The will-o'-the-wisp of fate.

Yuan Yao clenched his fists secretly, his eyes wandered over the lock on An Jun's cell, confirming that this evil spirit had been locked up, and the tightly closed cell door was silently released to Yuan Yao. courage.

An Jun felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar. Not long ago, this white and tender senior official in front of him was still his prisoner.It was a similar dungeon at that time, the cell door was open, he, An Jun, was sitting on a stool, and the executive standing now was lying on the ground and letting him do whatever he wanted.abuse.Really? Times have changed.

His smile became warmer and more permeable in Yuan Yao's eyes.He laughed and said, "I kind of regret not killing you."

Yuan Yao was almost unsteady when he saw him. He stretched out his hand to hold the wood near the prison door to stabilize his figure, looked back, and tried to make himself calm.Said: "That will disappoint you. I am still alive and well."

After An Jun glanced at him, his eyes quickly moved to Qingjun in his arms, with a gentle expression, as if he held the whole world in his arms.

"Yeah, very disappointed. If you had died then, Qingjun wouldn't be here now?" An Jun said in a soft voice, talking nonsense in a serious manner.He raised his head and looked at Yuan Yao while talking, and asked softly: "Why don't you die?"

Yuan Yao was dumbfounded. According to him, he was actually a heinous sinner.

Yuan Yao frowned, Yan Yang couldn't figure it out, Yan Yang felt bitter.

"So you are still obsessed with it!"

An Jun snorted coldly with disdain: "Hmph, obsessed with obsession, everything that hinders me and you? Everyone deserves to die, An Xiren deserves to die, An Junzhu deserves to die, you deserve to die too, you all deserve to die!" The Qingjun was startled by him? She shrank into his arms, grabbed his lapel with her hands, and called out in a low voice: "Xiren."

Qingjun's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the two people who were still awake here to hear clearly.

The corners of Yuan Yao's mouth turned up, and he began to mock An Jun mercilessly: "Look, the woman you miss is thinking of someone else."

An Jun clenched his teeth, his eyes turned red, and he clenched his hands tightly.

Yuan Yao knew? From him? Couldn't ask? What? He turned and left. The hem of his clothes was blown by the night wind, slightly raising an arc.Yuan Yao looked up at the sky, the Galaxy was hidden behind the clouds, and the Toad Palace appeared and disappeared from time to time.I'm afraid it's not raining.

The door rang, and people were startled.

Just as Yuan Yao returned to his bedroom, Xu Cen, who was next door to him, opened his eyes.Xu Cen turned over and went out lightly, squatting outside Yuan Yao's door, watched Yuan Yao fall asleep from the crack of the door, and then turned back to the room.Before leaving? Don't forget to cover Yuan Yao's doors and windows.

On the second day Yuan Yao got up early, the sky was gloomy, and the clouds above people's heads were like a rag soaked in water, making people feel uncomfortable.

An Jun's mouth is tight, nothing can be pried out from him, but the woman in his arms may be a very good breakthrough.

Yuan Yao sent the difficult task of separating the two of them to the Yanzhou county magistrate, and the county magistrate would not let this opportunity pass.

The county magistrate's surname is Sun. He was born and raised in Yanzhou. When he grew up, he failed many times in the examinations. The family had no choice but to donate a small official. Later, when Anxiren was sent to Yanzhou, there was no chance for Mr. Sun to show up. , It was also this time that the arrester Sun Da was able to gain a sense of presence in front of Yuan Yao and the two of them.

Mr. Sun said that there are not many people with the surname An in Yanzhou, just those who moved from Anjiazhai 30 years ago. Mr. Anxi Ren'an was only two years old when he moved here, and he couldn't understand a word. Little Douding, toddling as a toddler in Yanzhou City, would cry aloud if he accidentally fell down.An Junzhu is younger than An Xiren, and when he sees his cousin crying, he will cry along with him.A little older, An Junzhu would follow An Xiren around every day.

Mr. Sun obviously talked about the emotional part, and he gestured with his hands while talking. He watched An Xiren grow up. It is also a lie to forget all the feelings of these 30 years.

How could that little Douding, who was only two years old, do such a thing? Mr. Sun never believed that An Xiren would take money and pervert the law. There must be something hidden in it.

Seeing Master Sun running farther and farther, Xu Cen couldn't help reminding: "Master Sun, Master Yuan is asking you about An Jun."

Master Sun took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped away the old tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yuan Yao saw the mandarin duck embroidered on Master Sun's handkerchief with sharp eyes, and immediately thought of the square handkerchief on An Xiren's body.

"Master Sun? How did you get the handkerchief?"

It was so fierce that someone grabbed his wrist, Mr. Old Sun was still a little confused.He blinked his muddy eyes and said, "This? The handkerchief was embroidered by a member of the lower officials. Yanzhou uses this as a pledge. Master Yuan, is there something wrong?"

Yuan Yao closed his eyes and waved his hands: "No."

Suddenly Yuan Yao had a flash of inspiration, snatched the handkerchief from Mr. Sun, dragged Xu Cen and ran to the prison.

Yuan Yao's "I'm sorry." hasn't left yet, and he can't even see the corner of his clothes.

Mr. Sun was left sitting alone in the lobby of the yamen, he sighed softly: "Oh, it's better to be young."

Yuan Yao talked while walking? Xu Cen explained: "Master Sun just said that the mandarin duck veils are used by them to make love."

Xu Cen was dragged away by him, his breathing rhythm was chaotic, and he couldn't concentrate at this moment? To answer him.

"We saw An Xiren's handkerchief last time, obviously he wasn't the one who embroidered the handkerchief."

"The way An Junzhu looked at the handkerchief at that time? He was a little confused and didn't want to put it away, but An Xiren had to put it away because he was in the way. So the handkerchief didn't belong to him either."

"I once heard someone called Mrs. Qing Jun'an, and An Xiren's deceased wife happened to be called Qing Jun. So, An Xiren's handkerchief is probably embroidered by Qing Jun for him."

Yuan Yao raised the mandarin duck handkerchief he had snatched from his hand, and said, "This? The two pieces of embroidery are similar, and the stitches are like rubbish. Let's stimulate her again, and she won't be able to tell the difference if we scare her. At that time, we want to know? You can almost know it?"

After Yuan Yao said so much in one breath, he dragged Xu Cen to stop to catch his breath. Xu Cen gave him a thumbs up after listening to his analysis.

"It's really Qu Cai that you are the prince." Xu Cen said this without thinking, which confused Yuan Yao.

"How to say?"

Xu Cen put his hands on his knees and gasped for breath, secretly wondering if he had practiced less sword recently, and his body was obviously not as good as before.

"You should be a coworker, you are so careful."

This? Was it praised?But is he so boastful?Yuan Yao made several sharp turns in his mind, but nothing appeared on his face.

The road from the Yamen to the prison was not very long, and Yuan Yao didn't leave much time for him to think wildly.

An Jun was escorted by the jailer to other cells under strict supervision. He is not far from Qingjun now, and he can see her when he looks up, but no matter how hard he reaches out, he can't touch Qingjun's clothes. .An inexplicable sense of powerlessness just hit An Jun's heart.

Yuan Yao took out the folded mandarin duck handkerchief from his sleeve, and shook it out, so that Qing Jun could see the patterns embroidered on the handkerchief clearly.

Xu Cen moved a chair with bare legs for Yuan Yao to sit down, and he stood behind Yuan Yao like a door god.But the family's door god protects the house, and as a door god, he knows that he is protecting Yuan Yao.

Tears quickly piled up in Qingjun's eyes, and at a certain moment, they suddenly gushed out and mixed with the powder on her face, and fell to the ground, Qingjun bit her lower lip lightly, and the lips that had been biting the red paper were bitten at this moment Gotta turn pale.

She sat slumped on the ground, her face stained with tears.

"Xi Ren, please let me go, I know? I was wrong." She repeated this sentence countless times.

Xu Cen pressed Yuan Yao on the chair, opened the cell door with his own hands, and a shadow suddenly fell on Qing Jun's head.

Xu Cen was condescending, and asked Qing Jun in an almost questioning tone: "What do you have to do with An Xiren?" His voice was cold, making one wonder if he was an emissary sent by the underworld to seek death.

Qing Jun's face turned pale, hesitating and embarrassed.

Xu Cen's voice became cold again: "Say!"

Qingjun's complexion was not good when he was hit by him, but now it's even paler, and An Jun, who is on the opposite side, can't help but feel distressed.

"He is my husband."

Although I have already guessed a few points, but when these words are really said, they are still shocking enough.

The deceased wife of the late prefect An Xiren was lying in the arms of An Jun, a distant relative of the prefect, a wealthy businessman.

Yuan Yao couldn't sit in the chair any longer, and stood up abruptly with both hands supporting the armrests.

"You know what? Say it all!"

Yuan Yao's expression was serious, and he wished he could rush into the prison door in the next second, asking this person if he really had a heart.An Xiren's corruption is true, but his feelings for his late wife Yuan Yao have been in his eyes all the time, but now the facts are in front of him. Not only did An Xiren's late wife not die, but she also carefully gave her life to him after his death. He wove a hat that glows fluorescent at night. I don't know when he started weaving this hat.Yuan Yao has never seen such a wronged man in his whole life.

Qingjun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears rolled down to the ground as he spoke.

"When I met Xiren, he was not Mr. An."

That year, An Xiren was still young, a young man with a weak crown, full of enthusiasm for serving the country. "

Back then, Qingjun was still in Gexiefang, the noon sun shone on his body, making people lazy and lazy, too lazy to move.

Qing Jun just leaned against the window and watched the people coming and going on the street.

An Xiren packed his bags and went to Beijing to rush for the exam. When he was tired from walking, he raised his head to look at the sky, and relaxed his neck.

In an instant, the clouds in the sky seemed not to leave, the wind in early summer seemed to stop blowing, and even the noisy cicadas seemed to be satisfied for a while, keeping silent, unwilling to disturb these two people.

For a moment, it seemed that only An Xiren and Qingjun were left looking at each other.