He rubbed Mu Yun's weak fingers, and then slowly wrapped his hands with chains. He held the wine pot, and his words gradually became weak and sluggish.

"This time... I won't let go... I want to tie you up..."

"Do you know why... because I saw you for the first time..."

"Just... fell in love with you..."

The old bear leaned towards the ancient tree in the sky, and his hands slowly drooped into the mud. The wine pot was poured out, and the poured wine flowed into the pool of blood. The cage of fragrant dreams and spring were merged into the blood. The rippling water surface reflected the two of them tightly clasped their hands.

The sky was filled with heavy rain, and the two seemed to sink into the bottomless bottom. The raindrops dripped in the bright red blood pool, and the rippling ripples were like swaying flames, as if they had met for the first time in the fire.

"What's your name?"

"Muyun."

"I'm willing to marry you as a woman?"

"If you don't want to, how are you going?"

"Hey, take you away!"

The fragrance of wine was evaporated by the rain in the dense forest. The two hugged each other tightly, as if they were sinking into endless sleep and memories.

Spring is about to pass, and old age has a place to rely on.

Luo Chuan was hanging a shaking robe around his waist. He took the blood-stained letter paper solemnly, and then said hesitantly: "But sir, the fight outside is so fierce. I guess there are heavy troops guarding all four gates. How can the young one go out?"

"Don't panic, the layout of the underground canal in the Imperial City was designed by me." Jiang Zimo raised his finger and pointed outside the hall gate, "Go out and walk left. There is a well in the back hall. The water is deep, but there is an underground canal connecting the outer city on the well wall. From there, you can climb out of Nanmen Street. Now there is a riot outside, and there will be no one to guard the nine cities outside. You can find an opportunity to go out of the city to the inn."

Luo Chuan held the letter paper and asked worriedly: "That adult, who should the young man submit this letter to?"

Jiang Zimo's eyes were slightly condensed and she said, "Whoever is the biggest will be given to him."

Luo Chuan nodded, and he immediately stepped around the crazy Pang Boyi. Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, Pang Boyi suddenly rushed forward, grabbed his arm with a ferocious look, and reached out to grab the letter paper, shouting loudly: "Dare you, Lord! Give me your letter!"

Jiang Zimo was shocked when he saw this. He crawled up and rushed up to grab Pang Boyi's arm, and said sternly: "Female fucking thief! You are pretending to be crazy and stupid!"

"A real man can bend and stretch, and he should bow his head to the point of his sword! Jiang Zimo, when the late emperor passed away, the two dragons competed for the king." Jiang Zimo clenched Luo Chuan's arm and glared at Jiang Zimo and said, "Aren't you the same back then?"

"Bah! A person who is greedy and afraid of death!" Jiang Zimo pulled his arm and turned out, "Let him go!"

Although Luo Chuan was weak, he still had the power to fight back against a weak civil servant like Pang Boyi. He kicked his feet around, and Pang Boyi was unstable for a while and Jiang Zimo fell down. Luo Chuan also fell to the ground. He grabbed the letter, moved his hands and feet together and struggled to climb out of the threshold!

Pang Boyi reached out to Luo Chuan's trousers and shouted, "Don't go!"

He grabbed Luo Chuan's boots, and Jiang Zimo hurriedly rushed over to stop him. Luo Chuan didn't even care about shoes and rushed out of the hall with bare feet.

"Old man!" Pang Boyi struggled to push Jiang Zimo, "Dare to ruin my big deal!"

Jiang Zimo was punched by him and his old teeth suddenly collapsed. Jiang Zimo pulled his messy hair and dragged him towards the inner hall. He sternly said, "When the abdication edict is drawn up, I will let you, a loyal minister, be buried with the emperor!"

Jiang Zimo whimpered and howled, holding Pang Boyi's wrist with both hands and pounding wildly. But Pang Boyi forced himself to do so and dragged him into the inner hall.

The sound of iron chains jingled, and Luo Chuan ran quickly. He went outside the hall to find the ancient well and immediately climbed down the ends of the well wall. He was careful, but he had been kneeling for a long time, and the blood-like suicide notes on his body were written by Feng Chengyue. He was written by himself with his own cruelty and pain. So his legs shaking unconsciously, and he couldn't trample on his barefoot for a while. He suddenly lost his strength and fell off!

He opened his eyes wide in shock and grabbed his arms wildly. As he fell, his arms were wrapped around the well rope, and his body fell to the entrance of the well wall!

Luo Chuan struggled to hold the well wall, drilled into the canal entrance, and then crawled forward with his arms and climbed towards the dark canal.

There was a dripping sound of water in the darkness, and the stinky dirt clung to the dark hole, just like the cell in those days, and there was a squeaking sound of rats in the darkness, just like the yelling and scolding of prisoners in the cell.

He trembled in fear and then stopped. He looked at the darkness in front of him, as if he heard a strange shout.

This voice is extremely familiar, it is Ma Fu's voice.

"You can't do it." Ma Fu's voice echoed in his ears, "You are just an unknown man, go back."

The wound on Luo Chuan's body was dripping with blood, his lips turned white, and the blue veins on his forehead made his nerves twitch and hurt. He asked in the darkness: "Where do you go back?"

"Go back to Pang Boyi and give your letters, he will surely protect you from glory and prosperity!" Ma Fu's voice was filled with fascinating temptation, and he whispered in the dark, "When you go back, your parents will have no worries about food and clothing because of you. There are three wives and four concubines, countless servants and maids, gold and silver, fame and fortune, aren't this what you want most?"

Luo Chuan slid into his throat and swallowed his saliva, his heart beat violently, and a red blood color appeared on his face. His five fingers supported the ground gradually contracted, and his barefoot, which was suddenly cut by an inexplicable sharp mouth. The stinging pain made him come back to his senses, and his face was covered in sweat.

He bowed his head in silence, and for a while, he suddenly crawled forward with trembling trembling.

Ma Fu's voice suddenly became curious: "What are you doing? Ma He!"

The name made Luo Chuan stop. He curled his body and gasped, and in the dark, the gasping became heavier.

"Don't forget, those who stand on it are not humans!" Ma Fu's voice turned into a persecution, "What's the mere Emperor of Kill? As long as you don't recognize your relatives, you will be able to climb higher!"

The nerves twitched, and the sounds in the memories shouted in the confused head.

"Mahe, Mahe, Mahe, the adopted son of Mafu's housekeeper."

Luo Chuan hugged his head and murmured in annoyance: "I'm not..."

"You are my adopted son, and it is human nature to pursue fame and fortune." Ma Fu's voice was laughing gloomy, and then he said anxiously and quickly, "Can you refuse? Imagine you wearing an official hat and an official uniform, and return to Daizhou with a legitimate reputation. What will your fellow countrymen look at you and call you? Thinking of your parents, they are all looking forward to you going home."

Luo Chuan shook his head violently, clenched his fists and hit his forehead, and said tremblingly: "All virtues are the first priority, my parents will not ask me to do this..."

"They will, they want a strong son." Ma Fu's voice approached, as if he was whispering in his ears, "But if you are not strong, you are a waste. Do you want to be a waste?"

"I'm not!" Luo Chuan hit his head at the narrow wall, gritting his teeth in a muffled voice, "I'm not a waste!"

"You killed someone, do you still remember the Yanzhou flower boat?" Ma Fu's voice seemed to chase him and said quickly, "You took people to kill a boat full of people. On the road of power, the bones piled up into mountains are the stairs you stepped on, climb up." Ma Fu's voice echoed, "Climb up!"

"That's wrong! Those people..." Luo Chuan shook his head and choked up his hands, retorting, "It was you who wanted me to kill, it was you who forced me, it was your parents who held my hostage to kill me. From the beginning, you used me to step on me, and I was your ladder!"

"So what?" Ma Fu seemed to look down at him in the dark, "This is the truth. You understand, you learn it. Then use it and climb up!"

A dense ticking sound came from the canal in front of him, and a slight low sound rang out, from far to near.

Luo Chuan turned his head and looked at the source of the sound. The squeaking sounds in the darkness were buzzing. He felt a slight itchy furry at his feet, and the mice were running away in groups. At this time, another sound rang out.

"Look at my eyes and take a closer look at who I am."

The darkness twisted, and a pair of bright eyes gradually turned to old age.

Luo Chuan recognized those eyes, which were Mu Yun's eyes.

"Luo Chuan, you are a good person. I don't hate you anymore." Mu Yun's eyes disappeared in the darkness, and his words

It faded gradually, "Thank you."

"Mahe!" Ma Fu's voice retorted, "You are my adopted son, Mahe!"

"I'm not!" Luo Chuan grabbed the wall and climbed forward, and the rumbling sounded and got closer, "I'm not Mahe!"

"You are Mahe!"

The voice chased him in a gloomy way, and more and more sounds were heard.

"Mom has made you what you like. You're so hungry. Come and have a meal first."

That's the voice of the mother. Chinese website

"My Kawa'er, you've suffered."

That was the voice of my father.

"I'm asking you if the baby on the flower boat was dead?"

Feng Chengyue's voice, Luo Chuan listened to the sound of the sound and his forehead twitched unnaturally, tilted his head and continued to climb.

"I have something to ask you, Chongwu Nian, Yanzhou flower boat caught fire, do you know the inside story?"

The water roared and rushed over, flooding Luo Chuan's knees. Chen Qiusheng's voice echoed, and the faces of the dead man on the flower boat gradually appeared in front of him.

"You are not Jiang Lin, the real Jiang Lin is dead."

Yuan Ji's voice, the turbulent water hit his chest, and the wound became numb and itchy. Luo Chuan's fingernails pressed into the gap on the ground and moved forward with all his might. But in a blink of an eye, the water surged to his neck. He held his head up and gasped, and his nose scratched the filth of the upper wall.

"If you climb down, you will be drowned, just like the seven state governors." Ma Fu's voice comforted him softly, "Go back."

"No..." Luo Chuan spitted water, his chaotic thoughts struggling between temptation and the kindness of human nature, "No..."

The surging water flow was like the arm of the god of death, easily strangling the struggling neck of the deathly strangled. Luo Chuan looked at the hollow darkness in despair and closed his eyes.

I... accepted my fate.

At this moment, a sound that made his body and mind tremble sounded.

"From now on, you are not Ma He or Jiang Lin!" Yuan Ji narrowed his deep eyes and looked at him in close proximity, "You are still you, you are Luo Chuan."

"I'm...gululu..."
Chapter completed!