The time for Emperor Chu's anger came quickly with the help of Sun Quan.
The commander of the guards who tortured and extorted confessions, the embellished testimony, and the physical evidence that was both true and false. For some reason, all the evidence cleverly avoided Chu Lürong and Chu Lüchen and pointed directly at Chu Yun.
When he was taken away by Emperor Chu, looking at the Queen Mother's face without sadness and Chu Lurong's nonchalant attitude, he suddenly felt that everything was fine.
There might not even be a solitary grave, lest it become overgrown with weeds and only increase the loneliness.
In the dark dungeon, even warmth seemed so precious.
Chu Yun huddled up silently, looking at the cold food, losing his appetite, and sat like an old monk in trance, even turning a deaf ear to the sound of the door lock opening.
"Ninth Prince."
Listening to a voice that was different from the warden's, Chu Yun rolled his eyes numbly and looked at the person. It seemed that he had never seen this person in his memory. Or was it just a glimpse?
"Let's talk after the Ninth Prince is full." Aunt Ning Ci took out the warm food and handed the chopsticks to Chu Yun.
Chu Yun didn't answer and looked at Ning Ci warily. Although he would die sooner or later, committing suicide out of fear of crime would be too decadent.
"Don't worry. This is what the Queen Mother specially ordered my servant to bring."
Even if you don't like this child, he is still of royal blood. You should walk in a dignified way.
Thinking of the Queen Mother's previous instructions, Ning Ci's eyes couldn't help but darken.
She should have never cared about this child, she only cared about the face of the royal family. But she pitied this child, but she had to sacrifice it because of her preference for other princes and her determination to protect the country.
"Thank you, Aunt Ning Ci." Chu Yun calmly ate the food in the food box. It was precisely because of the familiar taste of the food that it reminded him of the visitor. The only person in front of his mother who was not
A grandma who would bully her. A grandma who would occasionally give herself a small chance.
Ning Ci put the food box away gently, and before turning around and going out, she glanced at Chu Yun distressedly, "Ninth Prince. I hope I won't be a descendant of this royal family again in the next life."
"Thank you, Aunt Ning Ci, for reminding me. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely repay you!"
After Ning Ci left, all the sounds disappeared again. Only the occasional sound of water drops and the possible sound of mice grinding their teeth remained, which was so empty that it made people shudder.
Anyway, in just three days, he will go to the guillotine. If he has a good sleep, he may not have to wake up.
As soon as Yin Shi arrived, a dark shadow rushed into the dungeon. Before Chu Yun could struggle, he stuffed a pill into his mouth and forced him to take it. Before Chu Yun came, he disappeared.
The next day, Chu Yun's body was found. Emperor Chu didn't even frown. He waved his hand and signaled for someone to wrap it in a straw mat and send it out of the dungeon. He found a mass grave and put it there. Then he was busy dispatching
The guards went to protect the eldest prince and the second prince when they returned to the imperial mausoleum.
It was already afternoon by the time Chu Lurong and Chu Lvchen returned to the imperial mausoleum.
At night, Chu Luchen, who seemed to have fallen asleep, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the three people standing in front of the bed, nodded, and got up.
"Is everything done?" Chu Luchen poured tea for the three of them and took the scroll handed by one of them.
After the scroll is unfolded, there is a detailed internal structure of the imperial tomb, as well as the markings of some secret passages. This scroll is enough to protect one's life.
Chu Luchen raised the corner of his mouth and put the scroll away, "Han Jing, are you here?"
"He arrived a few days ago and has already left. The fifth brother followed him, and Feige, who just arrived yesterday, passed the message." A man took out a note and handed it to Chu Luchen.
"Don't follow Han Jing from now on. Follow Zuo Wanqing." Chu Luchen took it smoothly, glanced at it, and lit it.
"Yes." The man responded in a low voice, and disappeared with the other two.
Chu Luchen looked at the tent that was now empty, took a deep breath, and stretched his body. Chu Yun...should be waking up soon.
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When you open your eyes for the first time, what you see are piles of bones and what you smell is rottenness, and you will think that this is the underworld.
So when Chu Yun finally adapted to this aura and tried to find the rumored Po Meng, Bago finally showed up.
"Ninth Prince, please come down with me." Brother Bagh gave Chu Yun a brief salute and then strode to another place.
Chu Yun froze where he was and asked him uncertainly whether he was dead or alive.
"Ninth Prince, you are definitely alive. But you don't need to go back to the imperial mausoleum or the imperial palace." Bago took him to the prepared horses and pointed ahead, "The second prince said,
As long as you ride your horse and whip your whip over that low wall, the sky is high and birds can fly."
Chu Yun took the riding whip tremblingly and looked at Brother Bagan intently.
He was speechless and didn't know what to say.
Freedom, something he never expected.
Just on the other side of the low wall...
"Ninth Prince, you can think about it carefully. Ying Ba will leave first." After Ba Geer finished speaking, he immediately rushed back to the imperial mausoleum.
But Chu Yun never made up his mind.
The silver-white moonlight shines on the bones, and the ghosts of those who can't find their way home mix with the sound of the wind and whisper in their ears.
Going back is an abyss, and ahead is the so-called hope, but it is also a life that I have never experienced at all, and I am still confused between life and death.
The wind blew Chu Yun's hair, messing up his eyes and stirring his mood.
Instead of going back into the abyss, it's better to just let go and leave.
Determined, Chu Yun tightened his riding whip and got on his horse.
The dust that was raised was just like Chu Yun's chaotic thoughts, and by the time he jumped over the low wall, the dust had already settled.
He is free.
By the time Bago came back, Chu Luchen had already fallen into a deep sleep. The people in Qishaafang were all highly skilled in martial arts, and with Bago in the mix, his nerves could finally relax a little, and he could recharge his energy for the next game.
In his sleep, he didn't know why, but seemingly familiar but strange things flashed by him again and again, and finally they were fixed on the battlefield.
There were fights everywhere and rivers of blood flowed.
After beheading the enemy, he was about to cheer when a woman in white stepped over the corpses and walked barefoot in front of him.
For some reason, he held her in his arms, as if to express his joy.
The moment he lowered his head, he saw a short blade piercing his chest. A smile of relief appeared on his face that should have been as delicate as a flower.
Chu Luchen, it was you who killed the person I loved most.
It was you who killed the person I loved most...
It's you! You!
Sharp voices kept shouting in his ears, and the hysterical and ferocious faces made Chu Luchen uneasy, but he could not see his face clearly and could not escape from the dream.
Before falling into darkness, he saw a bright rose on the woman's ankle.