The Legend Zhuohua

Chapter 75

It was raining heavily outside, almost blinding her eyes. She ran with all her strength in the direction of Dali Temple. At this moment, she felt deeply that the palace was too big and the road was too long.

The water-logged stone road was extremely slippery. Mu Zhuohua ran too fast and accidentally slipped from the stone stairs and rolled down. His arm hit the edge of the stone and his coarse clothes were ripped open. Her skin was also scratched, but she ignored the pain and quickly got up and ran forward again.

It will come in time... it will definitely come in time...

Mu Zhuohua told herself in her heart that there was still a quarter of an hour left, and she would run with all her strength and make it to Dali Temple before noon.

She was already soaked to the skin, the chill penetrated deep into her bones, her lips were bloodless, and her legs felt like lead, but she could not feel the pain at this moment, as if there was a fire burning in her chest, urging her to run forward. .

Finally, she saw the gate of Dali Temple. She calculated that the time should not be noon yet. She breathed a sigh of relief and pushed open the closed door of Dali Temple. Panting and trembling, she looked around and saw what was standing there. Next to him was Shen Jinghong who was cleaning his hands.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty has a decree..." Mu Zhuohua raised the badge given by Liu Chen and stared at Shen Jinghong, "Let Prince Ding go!"

Shen Jinghong raised his eyebrows in surprise, but there was no anger as Mu Zhuohua expected. He curled his thin lips and said, "Okay, I have asked someone to open the Tiger Prison. You can take him back."

"What?" Mu Zhuohua was stunned for a moment, and a strong uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.

Shen Jinghong said slowly: "The drip is broken today, and it is raining heavily outside. I don't know what time it is. I estimate that it is about the same time. The execution has already been carried out, and King Ding drank the poisoned wine."

Shen Jinghong looked at Mu Zhuohua's pupils that lost focus for a moment, smiled slightly and said, "You can take his body away."

Mu Zhuohua let go of his hand, and the white jade token fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

Her body swayed and she was almost unable to stand. She supported herself on the wall, turned around and rushed towards the entrance of the Tiger Prison.

There were only a few torches in the Tiger Prison emitting a ghostly light. Mu Zhuohua staggered towards the last cell. The door of the cell was wide open, revealing a dark hole that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

Mu Zhuohua panted and ran to the door. In the dim firelight outside the door, he saw Liu Yan sitting on the ground with his eyes closed. He looked calm, showed no pain, and sat quietly as if in trance.

Mu Zhuohua involuntarily slowed down, walked slowly to him, knelt down, and stretched out a trembling hand to touch his cold and thin cheek.

"Liu Yan..."

His eyelashes twitched slightly, and he seemed to have used a lot of effort to open his eyes, and her embarrassed look was reflected in his eyes. He raised his hand with difficulty, wanting to hug her, but he couldn't muster any strength. He wanted to ask her if the wound on her forehead hurt, but as soon as she opened her mouth, hot blood gushes out of her throat uncontrollably.

"Liu Yan! Liu Yan!" Mu Zhuohua hugged his limp body in panic and cried, "Your Majesty forgives you, you don't have to die, I, I will take you home..."

Liu Yan's eyes stared gently at her crying face. His little girl was smart, brave and strong, but at this moment, she was soaked and bruised. This journey must have been difficult for her, very difficult...