My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 33

Yang Ruqin walked between the bluestone walls, her thin figure being stretched out to grow old.
　　There is always a feeling of cold and dampness in the celestial cell, which lasts for many years, and the light and shadow of the torch can not make people feel the light and warmth. On the contrary, it adds some weird color to it.
　　The jailer in front of him couldn't help turning his head and smiling, lest he would leave the nobleman in the cold. Yang Ruqin didn't say anything. He was always a proud and arrogant person.
　　The jailer touched the nail several times, and his eyes were already faintly annoyed, and he couldn't help but smile. At this moment, both of them stopped, and in front of them, in the prison, with their backs to them, was sitting against the fence with an unkempt prisoner.
　　They walked all the way, when the prisoner saw the arrival, everyone rushed forward, constantly shouting grievances, the noise was endless, but only when they got here, they were quiet, the person inside did not move, and it seemed that they didn't know someone was coming.
　　The sound of grievances in the distance has not ceased, and it also highlights the unusual silence here.
　　The jailer said, "That's it."

　　Yang Ruqin couldn't help looking around while the jailer was immersed in unlocking the lock. The straw in the jail had been left uncleaned for many years. The unspeakable stench was not obvious enough to just walk in the stone path before. At the moment, standing in front of the cell, the smell was so strong that it was unbearable.
　　He couldn't help but frown and lowered his eyes. The jailer
　　stepped aside to reveal the cell door. The fire shining on the two exposed front teeth was strange, " My lord, please." Yang Ruqin bent over and walked in, but the prisoner remained motionless...
　　Yang Ruqin walked to him and squatted down, with a complicated expression on his face, as if he couldn't bear it, and he seemed to hesitate. The jailer was about to retreat, and Yang Ruqin suddenly said, "What's going on with him? You tortured him?" The
　　jailer said, "That was when he hit the wall when he became ill. It doesn't matter to the little ones, adults. Be sure to look carefully, if something goes wrong, the younger ones can't bear it." His words were soft but hard, but he no longer sold Yang Ruqin's account.
　　Yang Ruqin looked at the man with messy hair and dirt in front of him. He could hardly recognize that this was the handsome and handsome young general in a white robe and silver helmet. He stretched out his hand to caress his blood-scarred forehead, the man still closed his eyes. There was no reaction at all, it seemed to be asleep, and it seemed to me faint again.
　　Yang Ruqin said, "Why don't you invite the doctor?" The
　　jailer laughed to himself and did not answer, making a mockery of it. Before Yang Ruqin was disdainful of answering to him, he had been suffocating his breath for a long time, and then he was finally able to send it out at the same time.
　　After a while, seemingly impatient, he took the key and left.
　　When the man walked away, Yang Ruqin whispered: "...General Chen." Chen

　　Zeming closed his eyes. He has never slept and is sane. He just doesn't want to open his eyes, nor can he open his eyes.
　　The headaches occurred frequently in the past few days, even reaching two hours. There was no one in the prison, and he did not need anyone to heal. The moment he hit his head against the wall, he felt a rare sense of relief.
　　No one in the celestial cell told him what was going on with his parents. He burned in the flame day and night, burning his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs to ashes.
　　He is already an empty shell, waiting for his death day to come.
　　He hit the wall and didn't mean to ask for death, but he was weak, and the blood flowing out of the wound seemed to have magical power, taking away his strength.
　　The arrow wound on his shoulder was bandaged when he was sent to jail. Even the jailer changed his dressing day by day, and Chen Zeming didn't talk about it, nor did he have that strength.
　　He just closed his eyes, faint, not knowing day and night.
　　He sometimes wonders if this is a dream. He is still idle at home. Yinyin will come with her aunt tomorrow. She will quarrel with herself and quarrel with herself. Parents always smile when they see this scene. If you can complain about yourself, why do your parents always be more tolerant of Yin Yin?
　　... Such troubles are actually quite good.
　　But when he opened his eyes, he would see the bluestone wall and the gloomy firelight.
　　So he closed his eyes tighter, hoping to return to that dream, to the past where he had never seen that person.

　　When Yang Ruqin called him repeatedly, how impatient he was. He broke his dream and brutally pulled him back to reality. He really wanted to push this person away, but neither did he, he just quietly endured, leaning on the wooden fence, hoping that this person would leave as soon as possible.
　　Yang Ruqin kept calling him until the end, Yang Ruqin said, "Long live the Chen Mansion." Chen
　　Zeming's body shook. After a while, he finally opened his eyes and looked at each other exhaustedly...

　　Yang Ruqin was startled by the dimness in his eyes, and couldn't help thinking about the rest of the words again, and finally said straightforwardly: "Go and please, let Long live a step-down."
　　Chen Zeming's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't seem to listen to it. To his words.
　　Yang Ruqin couldn't help but stretch out his hand, but when he came in front of him, he shrank his hand again and whispered: "Hang live doesn't want to kill you, but he needs an excuse. He is...the Nine-Five Lord..." At this point, he wrinkled. He raised his eyebrows, those words that were patient for his family seemed cruel at the moment when he thought of it, he was a little dazed, and he didn't want to say such clichés.
　　He thought that the person in front of him actually understood everything. In many cases, you just have to weigh the pros and cons, even if you wrong yourself.
　　Chen Zeming still didn't move, but Yang Ruqin knew that he had heard every word of his own. There was a pain in his eyes. Although the changes were subtle, the pain made him no longer look so lifeless.

　　Yang Ruqin whispered: "Think about it." When he got up, he patted him on the shoulder, and he hoped that Chen Zeming would appreciate his kindness.
　　When his footsteps were gone, everything returned to silence. Chen Zeming buried his head between his elbows. The news that his parents weren't obstructive should have made him relieved, but he only felt numb, and there was nothing left in his heart. , It seems that joy is separated by a thick film, he can see it, but can't realize it.
　　Yang Ruqin's words were kind, but somewhere he was stabbed with blood again. He didn't notice the things conceived under the blood for the time being, but one day they would take root and sprout until they covered his whole heart.

　　He heard something again. It was the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the stone. Yang Ruqin was still there.
　　He closed his eyes and did not lookup.
　　Until the strange voice suddenly sounded behind him. "General Chen, someone asked me to ask you a word." The accent was a bit weird, it seemed to be hidden, and it was a bit strangely sharp.
　　Chen Zeming seemed to fall asleep, motionless.
　　The man took a few steps closer, "General Chen, I know you weren't asleep. No one can fall asleep after hearing that man's words." Chen Zeming's face was hidden in the shadow of his elbows, and there was no change.
　　The man was as gentle as a bewilderment: "You are a dragon and a phoenix among people, and you are born to dominate the battlefield. Are you really willing to be suppressed by that tyrant so far..."
　　Chen Zeming's body trembled slightly, and he almost doubted Was this person contrived by himself? Was it a dialogue between himself and himself? Why did he dare to think about every word but vaguely thought about it?
　　"He killed your favorite person, actually borrowing your own knife..., what kind of person can come up with such a vicious idea? Can such a king become a Mingjun? Isn't this a joke?... He won't use it anymore. You are now, you used to kill the emperor, and he was not afraid to use you again... You can no longer go to the battlefield to gallop. This is a tragedy. When the phoenix is ​​broken off its wings and the tiger is cut off its limbs, this is all soldiers. We really don't want to see a hero suffocated and died..."
　　The man's voice became lighter and lighter, and Chen Zeming almost went to sleep. He thought he was too tired. He hadn't slept well in the past few days. His parents temporarily It's safe, he should sleep for a while. The human said: "Follow me, I can take you to show your ambitions, follow me... to the Xiongnu!"
　　Chen Zeming jumped up like being struck by lightning and looked around in panic. He turned around, but the black shadow Instead of disappearing as he imagined, the strange face was smiling at him.
　　That was young literati, very delicate.
　　He saluted him: "The prince asked me to pick up the general!"

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