In the center of the simple and clean room, a wooden pillar the size of one or two people hugging each other stood. Chains made of fine iron were wound many times, tightly binding a man and a woman. The man was Zi Yihan and the woman was
Han Mengxiao. The two of them had their heads hanging downward, sleeping deeply. It was completely dark outside the house, and a fire was burning in the brazier on the wooden stand in front of the door. The firelight jumped and came in through the crack in the door, shining purple.
Half of Yihan's face was illuminated by the firelight, and he opened his eyes first.
In just one second, he felt his situation keenly. His confused eyes emitted a frightening cold light. He quickly looked at the surrounding environment, struggled a few times, and found that all the energy in his body had been exhausted, and the thick iron chain was not moving at all.
So it became quiet!
After so many years of bloody chaos, except for the damn Prince Xuan who was evenly matched with him, no one else had even touched his clothes. I didn't want to end up capsized in the gutter today.
He turned his head to look at Han Mengxiao, who was also trapped beside him. This woman was really just tight. That's all. Since she had been brought here, she should deal with it calmly.
But a few hours ago, when Zi Yihan's cold look frightened the child who called He'er and started crying, Han Mengxiao and Mashan stared back: "You are such an adult, how can you behave with a child!" Before he said anything,
After finishing speaking, they saw the child waving his sleeves in front of the two of them, and a puff of smoke hit the faces of Zi Yihan and Han Mengxiao. The child deftly jumped off Han Mengxiao's arms and jumped up excitedly.
: "Come out quickly! Look, look, the core is still very powerful, it can knock them down in one go!"
A quarter of an hour later, Han Mengxiao also woke up, looked at the environment in the room and Zi Yihan who was staring at her fiercely, and suddenly understood, his face became hot, and he said: "I'm sorry, I don't know that child..."
"Stop talking..." Zi Yihan interrupted Han Mengxiao, sighed lowly, and said, "It's my fault. I knew there was something wrong with that child, but I still didn't protect you."
"Protect... me?" Han Mengxiao, feeling in his heart, raised his head and looked into the bottomless depths of him, and asked a very idiotic question: "Why do you want to protect me?"
"Of course it's me," Zi Yihan replied matter-of-factly: "You are my woman, I am your husband, and I want to protect you."
This sentence entered Han Mengxiao's heart, like a stone falling into a calm lake unprepared, ripples spread out layer by layer, and it was never the same again.
"You..." He opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words to describe his mood at this moment. Han Mengxiao suddenly felt nostalgic for the days when Zi Yihan pretended to be a palace guard and faced her day and night.
At that time, he would sit with her on the grass in front of the hut without worrying about his image. He would not be annoyed if she threw grass mud on his body and face. When Zi Yiran came with the fire fox,
If she wouldn't let her hold the baby, he would glare at Zi Yiran fiercely, snatch it away and throw it into her arms. The rice she occasionally cooked was not half as delicious as Zhu'er's, and he would eat it all. At that time
, he is really like a friend, bringing her the first warmth in this strange world.
It's a pity that such warmth was quickly destroyed by his own hands. The friendship based on deception was short-lived and heartbreaking.
After that, there were not many opportunities to meet him. She kept a distance from him and always fought with him.