You rascal, stop right there!

Soon, rows of prisoners were pulled out by ropes.

Imperial Master Gu Yang leaned back in the armchair, sipping his tea leisurely, his eyes cloudy.

"National Master, is this force appropriate?"

"Is the wind still okay?"

……

A servant fanned him, two maids held an umbrella for him, another massaged his shoulders, and another massaged his legs.

Not to mention that someone peeled the best lychees from Qingchao Jiangnan and handed them to his mouth.

"Stand up——" Gu Yang raised his hand and signaled the prisoner to come in front of him.

They were all pale and thin, dressed in tattered clothes, with their eyes fixed as if glued.

Zhu Yanhong stood up and cautiously held up the notebook. "National Master, Jizhenyu originally had 1,200 people for the archery banquet last month, and now there are still 500."

Hearing this, Gu Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. The previous prisoners couldn't bear it, so this time we have to choose some with good health."

"What does the Imperial Master mean?"

"Stand under the scorching sun for two hours, and then pick some of those who can make it and take them away by name."

Gu Yang smiled and watched with interest, taking a crystal clear lychee into his mouth.

Zhu Yanhong was stunned. He was afraid that after this ordeal, there wouldn't be many captives left alive.

Ever since this Imperial Master Gu Yang returned home with the honor of defeating Daying, the imperial court has become increasingly out of control.

The 10,000 captives who won the big victory that year were sent to Xuanli. Even he, a cruel official, could not bear to see such a small number of people being tortured.

"Yes! Yes! Yes..."

Zhu Yanhong had no choice but to bow.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

The rows of prisoners just stood there, baked by the scorching heat.

They were already hungry and thin, and soon some of them fell to the ground due to weak legs.

After a while, a large area fell down.

There were a few rustling sounds.

"Throw it into a mass grave!" said Zhu Yanhong.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yang didn't even raise his eyebrows, and spoke gently: "Don't do that, it's not good to send him to a mass grave."

The people around him didn't dare to look at him and lowered their heads cautiously.

Has this imperial teacher changed his personality?

Unexpectedly, Master Gu thought for a moment, then pointed at the man beside him and said, "The plague has not subsided recently, and the people in the west of the city are struggling to find food. I am deeply worried."

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, gentle and polite:

"Send them all...to the Tzu Chi Home!"

As he finished speaking, his eyes did not meet everyone.

Zhu Yanhong, who was standing next to him, did not miss the sharpness and sudden coldness that flashed across his eyes.

Everyone knows what Tzu Chi is...

There, there is a mortar big enough to hold a living person!

At the same time, someone came out of the prison carrying someone out.

Two people, one in front and one behind, pulled the person and were about to throw him into the wooden cart next to them.

"Little brother..." Gu Yang called out.

The person carrying the person suddenly stopped, looked at him and said respectfully, "What are your instructions, Master Imperial Master?"

Gu Yang glanced sideways slightly, his eyes fixed on the man who was half lying on the wooden cart.

Youyou asked, "Who is he?"

The bearers replied, "He was a painter who was dying of illness. They were afraid that the body would stink, so they brought it out."

"Oh?"

Gu Yang narrowed his eyes, and gently stroked the scar on the person's hand with the back of his finger. He pushed aside the messy hair to reveal his face, which looked like a person with distinct eyebrows and features.

"He was the one who painted 'Night Walker' at the South City Gate, wasn't he?"

"Well...I think so. I am ignorant."

Gu Yang whispered in his ear with a smile, "Take this prisoner to see a doctor."

"Yes."

The moonlight is deserted.

In the airtight solitary cell, Luo Wenqi was the only one left out of the ten cells in the original Jizhen Prison.

"Doctor, this way please."

The jailer led the old man in front with a torch.

The doctor followed with his medicine box in his hand to the innermost corner until the cell door opened.

He nodded and walked in. He only heard someone considerately walk down and close the door.

Looking around, the two jailers were standing at a relatively far distance.

The cell was filled with filth and dirt, with only a straw nest in the corner, and it was half bright and half dark.

Luo Wenqi was seriously ill and lying on the messy straw, motionless.

"I haven't told you yet, and you've made yourself like this?"

The doctor frowned when he saw that the man had a fever, and opened his mouth to give him medicine.

He didn't even have the courage to take a look at her expression, and his hand stopped in mid-air, neither moving forward nor backward.

The candlelight of the lantern in his hand flickered for a moment, and he tried to clear his mind: Luo Wenqi should have left Xuan Li long ago. Could it be that he had done something wrong?

Just as he was thinking about it, the person on the straw tugged at his sleeve in a daze.

"you?"

"I!"

Chen Xingyi sighed, stood up and stroked his long beard slightly. It was not surprising that he guessed it.

Luo Wenqi glanced at the man, smiled slightly, and looked at him straight in the eye. He looked so familiar.

Just thinking of that self-talking funeral a few months ago, I can't help but want to laugh.

Suddenly, he turned pale and fell heavily on the straw as if he was dying.

"You, don't die!"

Chen Xingyi panicked, tilted his head to look at him, and stretched out his fingers to feel his breath.

The person lying down gathered his strength, stretched out his fingers, and pressed his hand against his heart.

Even though he was sick, he still had great strength.

"You're pretending to be dead!"

Chen Xingyi was a little angry, and the person opposite him felt a little cold as he drew his fingers, looking at him awkwardly.

"Hey, you...are afraid that I'll die..."

Luo Wenqi moved his hand back and couldn't help but smile.

"you're lying!"

After many days, Chen Xingyi could still feel the teasing tone on the tired face.

Luo Wenqi thought of what happened before and shook his head:

"Well, it's... you lied to me first..."

"I won't argue with you!"

"Well, you... are unreasonable... of course I can't win the argument..."

"you!"

Chen Xingyi gritted his teeth.

……

It seems like it has been a long time since the two of them have argued with each other like this.

After escaping death and parting forever, the first thing they did when they met again was to quarrel.

Luo Wenqi looked at the man carefully. It seemed that there was no sign of poisoning and his complexion looked much better.

Perhaps it was by chance that the poison was cured, or perhaps it was a last hurrah that allowed him to live a few more days.

I'm really worried.

Luo Wenqi stretched out his finger anxiously, wanting to touch the other person's cheek: "Hey, okay...?"

Chen Xingyi was about to shake his head, but then nodded.

In fact, he recognized Luo Wenqi at the South City Gate half a month ago.

However, he was busy at the time and couldn't meet him. What's more, it took him half a month to sneak into this prison.

"I tell you."

Chen Xingyi seemed to have made some important decision and whispered in his ear.

Seeing Luo Wenqi's face gradually become lively, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes distressed...

only--

Anyway, he hadn't been eating or resting well for a long time, and he was sick. Luo Wenqi said a few more words in a bad mood, then lay down tiredly.

"The medicine that Senior Brother gave you is very effective. Just lie down for a while, and I'll rescue you from behind."

Probably because of his illness, Luo Wenqi fell asleep tiredly.

Chen Xingyi turned around and looked at the man's face. He felt inexplicably gripped in the heart, as if his heart was being tormented.

Suddenly, I remembered what Wenqi wrote on the tombstone:

"This is the tomb of our late father, Chen Xingyi."

Write about yourself clearly as if you were your lover.

Then, he thought that it might be because they had been together for many years, which made people's minds prone to wild thoughts.

How could he possibly have the intention of being gay with his good friend?

Illusion! It must be an illusion!