Zerg evolutionary flaws

When Cheng Chen arrived at Cheng's house, there was no one in the front yard, and the flowers and plants that he usually spoiled had all withered at this moment, and there were messy footprints on the ground, as if they had been run over by heavy machinery, randomly scattered on the ground. The weapons and bloodstains all show that they have experienced a fierce battle before.

Cheng Chen reluctantly suppressed the ominous premonition in his heart, walked inside, and the feeling of heart beating became stronger every time he took a step forward.

"I told you to leave, why didn't you listen..."

The door of the house was open, and as soon as Cheng Chen stepped in, he heard Guan Ziyu's intermittent sobs. Soldiers on three floors inside and outside the hall surrounded the people in the middle, and Cheng Chen struggled to open the outermost few Only then did he see Cheng Heming, whose clothes were disheveled and covered in blood, lying on the open space in the middle, while Guan Ziyu was crying on top of him.

Cheng Chen has never seen Guan Ziyu cry. His male father has always had a cold expression, or a detached fake smile that cannot see through his mind, or looks at you sarcastically with slightly curled lips. He used to squat on the ground and cry loudly like he is now with disheveled hair and disregard of his image.

"Where can I go by myself, you have already become my everything..." Cheng Heming barely propped himself up, smiled bleakly, and wanted to reach out his other hand to touch Guan Ziyu's face, but because of the wound The reason was that such a simple movement could not be done, and the arm hanging in mid-air trembled.

Guan Ziyu grabbed his hand and put it on the side of his face, leaving blood-red fingerprints on his fair face.

"Ziyu, I want to kiss you again..." Cheng Heming gasped for breath, his throat rolled, suppressing the blood gushing from his chest.

Hearing this, Guan Ziyu leaned on him, held his head, and kissed him.

Regardless of the open wound, Cheng Heming hugged the back of Guan Ziyu's head, and frantically grabbed Guan Ziyu's mouth.

"Don't move, the wound is open again..." Guan Ziyu's hand on Cheng Heming's chest touched the blood oozing from his clothes, and he pressed Cheng Heming's movements in a panic, pressing the wound in vain, trying to save him He stopped the bleeding, but the blood seeped more and more, and Cheng Heming had completely passed out.

"Find a doctor! What are you standing there for? Please, find a doctor..." Guan Ziyu yelled at the surrounding people with red eyes, but no one answered.

Cheng Chen didn't know what to do, he stood at the edge of the crowd at a loss, and suddenly felt that there was an opening between the soldiers on both sides, and just about to turn his head to see what happened, he saw an old female insect walking in. The old man had already had white hair and beard, but his body was tall and straight, and he walked in with his back straight. He stood beside Cheng Chen and looked quietly at Cheng Heming, who was lying on the open space in the middle.

"The royal family is here, and it's time to send him back to prison." Cheng Shiwen's voice came from the corner, as emotionless as a stone.

It was only then that Cheng Chen discovered that Cheng Shiwen had been standing in the corner the whole time, but he hadn't noticed it just now because of his sight and shadows.

Cheng Shiwen walked slowly to Guan Ziyu and squatted down, wanting to take him away, but he didn't pull him for a while.

"Shi Wen, please, go and get a doctor, I will never run away again, I will obey you, please, hurry up..." Guan Ziyu tugged on Cheng Shiwen's sleeve and begged.

"Back to the prison, the prison doctor will treat him." Cheng Shiwen said unmoved, increased his strength, picked up Guan Ziyu, and walked upstairs.

"Put me down!" Guan Ziyu thumped Cheng Shiwen's back weakly, but he couldn't shake it a bit. Soon, the figures of the two disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Take him away." The old man who had been silent since he came in waved his hand and ordered to the soldiers beside him.

Cheng Chen stood powerlessly aside, watching helplessly as Cheng Heming was carried out by a group of soldiers, went around for a day, and was sent back to the imperial prison. House.

Lu Xiuyuan, who had been waiting at the door, quickly embraced Cheng Chen who seemed about to fall at any time the moment he saw Cheng Chen.

"I'm a little tired..." Cheng Chen buried his head on Lu Xiuyuan's shoulder and said wearily.

Lu Xiuyuan sighed, kissed Cheng Chen on the forehead, picked Cheng Chen up, and walked to the master bedroom.

……

The hall of Cheng's house was still brightly lit, and the mess in the room had already been cleaned up. The old man still stood there without leaving, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, the sound of military boots stepping on the stairs sounded rhythmically. Cheng Shiwen walked down, turned his back to the old man, and looked at the wall in front of him without saying a word.

"Think of a way to let the people from the Ministry of Punishment procrastinate for a while, find a doctor to heal his injuries before executing the sentence, don't let him go in too much pain..." After a long silence, Cheng Shiwen opened his mouth slowly, his tone still listening Out of emotion.

"Also, find some connections to buy a piece of land in the imperial mausoleum, and let him be buried next to His Highness the Ninth Prince." Cheng Shiwen added after thinking for a while.

The old man listened to him quietly, and then simply replied: "Understood, Marshal." His tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and the last four words even had a hint of irony.

"Let's go, I want to be alone." Cheng Shiwen didn't look back at the old man from the beginning to the end, and waved the order to evict the old man.

The old man raised his cloudy eyes and stared at Cheng Shiwen's back for a while, then turned and left.

Cheng Shiwen stood alone in front of the hall, looking at the blank wall, and stayed like this until dawn.

……

It was two months after Cheng Heming's death sentence was issued. Cheng Chen, who got the news, went back to Cheng's house and picked a time when Cheng Shiwen was not around.

When he arrived at the door of the bedroom, he bumped into the person who was carrying a plate and was about to deliver the food. Cheng Chen took the plate and said, "I'll do it."

Guan Ziyu inside the house was chained around his ankles by a heavy iron chain, the length of which was just enough to move around in the bedroom. He was not wearing any clothes at the moment, and he was sitting quietly by the window looking out, wondering what he was thinking .

Hearing the movement behind him, Guan Ziyu turned his head and realized that it was Cheng Chen. He pulled a thin quilt over his body uncomfortably, covering his naked body.

Cheng Chen put the dinner on the table, Guan Ziyu sat down opposite, took a couple of casual bites, and then put down his chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat?" Cheng Chen looked at the dinner that had only touched two mouthfuls, and couldn't help but feel a little worried about Guan Ziyu's physical condition.

Guan Ziyu picked up a chopstick and fiddled with the porridge in the bowl, curled the corners of his mouth mockingly, and said, "Every dinner is given Freon."

Cheng Chen looked a little embarrassed. As we all know, Freon is an aphrodisiac that mobilizes the emotions of males.

"Then I'll go out and buy you something to eat..." Cheng Chen got up and said.

"Forget it, I'm used to it." Guan Ziyu picked up the bowl again with a calm expression, raised his head and drank the porridge in the bowl.

Then, he got up and dragged his long anklets, took out two jars of wine from the bottom of the cabinet, put them on the table and handed them to Cheng Chen.

Cheng Chen took a look and saw that it was a spirit that was only circulated in the barracks.

"Give this wine to him for me... At the beginning, he was still young, so it seemed okay. He was encouraged by people around him to have fun in the back alley when he was just an adult. He only drank this wine and had the courage to go find it. I..." Guan Ziyu paused when he said this, and chuckled lightly, as if his long-standing memory was reverberated.

Cheng Chen didn't interrupt him, just waited quietly.

After a long time, Guan Ziyu seemed to have recovered from the memory, took a deep breath, and asked Cheng Chen: "How is Lu Xiuyuan treating you?"

Cheng Chen was taken aback by the other party's sudden change of topic, and didn't answer.

Guan Ziyu sighed lightly, and said again: "I used to always think about revenge and hurt you. If he treats you well, let's live a good life with him."

Cheng Chen didn't know how to answer, so he simply kept his head down and remained silent.

"Okay, let's go, he's coming soon." Guan Ziyu stood up with a strange expression, turned around, and suddenly gave the order to evict the guest.

Cheng Chen didn't notice any difference, nodded, picked up the two jars of wine and got up, before going out, he suddenly turned to him and asked, "Do you like Cheng Heming?"

Guan Ziyu was silent for a while with his back turned to Cheng Chen, and then said: "Whatever you like or not, it will be like this in this life."

Cheng Chen didn't say anything more, opened the door and walked out, and unfortunately ran into Cheng Shiwen who came back early at the door.

Seeing Cheng Chen holding two jars of wine, Cheng Shiwen frowned and looked in the direction of the bedroom, then said to Cheng Chen in a warning tone, "Don't try to help him escape."

Cheng Chen nodded uncomfortably, but he knew in his heart that Guan Ziyu had long since given up the idea of ​​running away.

Only then did Cheng Shiwen open his mouth with confidence: "Come and spend more time with him when you have time. He is alone at home and has nothing to do on weekdays."

Cheng Chen nodded, watched Cheng Shiwen enter the room, sighed softly, and left with the wine jar in his arms.

……

When Cheng Chen saw Cheng Heming in the prison, Cheng Heming was sitting on the bed with one leg bent and leaning against the wall to doze off, while the other leg was dangling casually by the side of the bed. His mental outlook looked better than it was two months ago. Quite a few, and the injuries on his body seemed to have healed, and there was no sense of tension at all about the imminent disaster.

Cheng Chen put the wine jar in front of him.

"Ziyu asked you to send it?" Cheng Heming opened his eyes, glanced at the wine in front of him, smiled, and asked.

Cheng Chen nodded.

Cheng Heming jumped out of bed, picked up a jug of wine, lifted the lid, and took a big gulp, the wine flowed down and wet the prison clothes, but he didn't care.

"Sit down and have a drink with me." Cheng Heming patted the empty seat beside him.

Cheng Chen sat down opposite him and listened to what he said all night. It was nothing more than the old stories with Guan Ziyu. They were all small and trivial things. After drinking it, Cheng Chen didn't touch a drop. At first, he only liked to drink low-alcohol sweet wine. Later, he saw Cheng Heming crying and laughing, hugging the wine jar crazily, so he couldn't compete with him.

"Forget it, winner or loser, I lost. If it's convenient, help me take care of my two sons..." Cheng Heming drank the last drop of wine in the altar and fell to the ground. Not only was he drunk or Fell asleep.

"Visiting time is up," urged the guarding jailer from outside the prison.

Cheng Chen sighed and left the imperial prison.

Cheng Heming was executed in secret, and the news of the empire did not mention the fate of this mighty rebel leader. On the day of the execution, Cheng Chen returned to Cheng's home and told Guan Ziyu the news.

At that time, Guan Ziyu was lying on the bed, his back was facing Cheng Chen, his bare back was covered with scratch marks, when he heard the news, he just said lightly: "Oh, I see."

Since then, nothing has been said about the matter.