My lord, he always wants to talk about feelings with me

The long night was not over, and the cold moonlight shone in front of the steps. Jing Yue was still wearing black iron armor, but there were bowl-thick shackles on her hands and feet.

A small group of guards stood behind Jing Yue with their knives in their hands, staring at him intently, for fear that this man would suddenly violently break his shackles and run away.

However, Jing Yue only raised her head slightly, and looked at the cramped death row prison behind the stone gate.

It was so dark inside that I couldn't see anything clearly, even the moonlight couldn't seep in. Occasionally, there were a few dim lights, beating constantly, like will-o'-the-wisps on Huangquan Road.

Jing Yue watched quietly, her body motionless, like a statue, with the frosty moonlight covering her shoulders.

After standing like this for an unknown amount of time, the guard behind finally couldn't help it. He swallowed, and timidly pushed Jing Yue with the handle of the knife.

He said cautiously: "My lord, go in quickly, don't make it difficult for me to be an official, I also follow orders..."

Jing Yue turned her head and glanced at the guard indifferently. The guard's hairs stood on end in fright, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Pa-la--" The shackles hit the ground with a dull sound, and Jing Yue stepped up, picking up the steps.

Finally, the team standing frozen in the moonlight began to move forward slowly again.

Pass through three stone gates, and inside is a prison made of Ai Qingshi.The moonlight shone in through the small hole at the top, and cast a thin layer of light on the ground. The firewood was newly replaced and still smelled of mud. There was a stone bed in the middle, and a straw mat was scribbled on it , counted as a simple bed.

Jing Yue paused, stepped in with heavy steps, and the guards behind him immediately locked the cell door. He let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Finally, the God of Plague was sent in.

The guard shook the copper key, raised his eyelids and snorted coldly at Jing Yue, and said in a strange tone: "You stay here, someone will come to deliver the food." After that, he left quickly, not wanting to stay in this place for a second stay.

Jing Yue ignored him. He sat down on the stone bed and moved his body. The shackles on his wrists and ankles suddenly slammed, which was harsh in the empty prison.

He sat quietly for a while, intending to lie down and rest his numb and sore feet, but someone came to visit him at the prison gate.

It was Jing Jun, his nephew.

He was still wearing the mian clothes in front of Weiyang's gate.

Jing Yue only took one look at Jing Jun, then looked away, and continued to lift her legs slowly towards the stone bed.

"Why do you want to rebel?" Jing Jun asked, his voice was very hoarse, full of hatred.

"There's no reason, it's the opposite of what you want." Jing Yue lay on the stone bed, staring at the bright light in the small hole, and said softly.

Jing Jun was very agitated by his calmness from just now to now, he gritted his teeth, and asked again, "Why do you want to rebel".

"No reason." Jing Yue still gave this unsalty answer.

Jing Jun was a little annoyed. He was very dissatisfied with Jing Yue's attitude. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject: "Lu Xun told me about your rebellion. You like him so much, but he betrayed you in the end. Don't you hate him?" Is it?"

When he said this, he paused and lowered his voice, "I killed him for you, okay?"

"I was the one who rebelled, so what have I got to do with him?" Jing Yue's indifferent expression finally changed a bit, he frowned, turned to look at Jing Jun, and said, "Didn't you look forward to this day and night for seven years?" Now that the king has fulfilled your wish, why do you hurt the innocent? Furthermore, the young master of the Pingjiang Lu Mansion captured King An’s traitors for the sake of the country and the people. If you kill him, you will be accused by thousands of people. So Jing Jun, before I die, let me advise you again, if you don’t want to be pulled down from the throne by others, then don’t—”

Before he finished speaking, Jing Jun interrupted, "I don't care about that!"

He slammed on the cell door, his voice was a little hoarse, and when he spoke, it was the same question from the beginning.Jing Jun asked repeatedly: "Why do you want to rebel? Ah? Why do you want to rebel? Uncle Huang, why don't you just stay in Prince An's Mansion?"

These few sentences back and forth, Jing Yue was a little tired from listening, and really didn't want to answer, so he closed his eyes and ignored it.

"Speak, Uncle Huang." Jing Jun pressed his face against the cell door, and leaned forward, wishing he could get in with his whole body, sticking to Jing Yue's face, and making Jing Yue look at him.

He said word by word: "Uncle, if you give me a reason, I will let you go...Really, as long as you say that you were forced by others and you don't want to rebel, I will let you go."

Jing Yue sighed, and he said: "The matter has come to an end, it is useless to talk. Isn't this the result you want...Jing Jun, I am very tired, teach me to sleep peacefully before I die stop."

As soon as these words came out, Jing Jun's face turned pale instantly, he calmed down, as if someone had strangled his neck, he opened his mouth to speak, but found that there was no sound.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Jing Jun's fingers hanging by his side moved slightly, and he said: "I understand, I will now issue an order to confiscate your palace, find evidence of treason, and send you on your way."

After speaking, Jing Jun turned and left without looking back.

·

On the morning of August 17th, [-]th year of Xianheng, the hall was extremely noisy.All the ministers wrote letters one after another, listing the crimes of King An, one of which was colluding with foreign countries in an attempt to seek rebellion.

Jing Jun's expression was very bad, he sat on the dragon chair without saying a word.When the court was about to go down, an edict was issued: the mansion of Prince An was searched, evidence of rebellion was found, and King An was to be executed three days later.

There was a thin fog in the morning, and the sky was still very dark. The guards in scarlet brocade robes surrounded Prince An's mansion. The rich gate was kicked open, and the commander in charge stepped in. He waved his hand and said viciously: "Give me a good search!"

As soon as the words fell, the guards filed in, kicking open the carved bamboo doors one after another as if entering no one's land.

The servants in the mansion didn't know what happened, and they all stood there in a daze. Several guards stepped forward and kicked them at the crook of their legs, and then tied them up with ropes in a hurry.

Kou Qian walked into the gate of the mansion, and the guards in brocade clothes were throwing things randomly. He suddenly darkened his face, and sternly reprimanded: "Your Majesty just taught you to copy the inspection, why did you smash things?"

The leading commander changed his smile, he saluted Kou Qian and said, "Your Excellency, you don't know something, Wang An is treacherous, and I don't know where he hid the evidence of treason, and I haven't found it yet."

"That can't be smashed!" Kou Qian scolded, he said: "Record all the things found in the copy, and then send them to the Qiande Hall. The Holy One just passed down an oral order, saying that you must carefully check every thing in the palace. .”

The commander nodded quickly, and he said: "Yes, yes, the officer will give you an order—"

As he said, he bowed his hands and was about to leave. When he raised his eyes, he saw the person standing behind Kou Qian. His face changed suddenly, and he fell to his knees with a "plop", "I pay homage to the Holy Majesty, my emperor, long live, long live! Long live!"

Hearing the sound, Kou Qian also turned around, he waved his sleeves and bowed, "I don't know that the Holy One is here..."

"You don't need to be too polite." Jing Jun waved his hand to interrupt, he supported Zhumen, stepped into Prince An's mansion, turned his head and looked around, and said: "You all go back first, I will take a turn around the mansion .”

The commander hurriedly persuaded: "There are many rebels in Prince An's mansion, the Holy Majesty still teaches his subordinates to accompany him."

Kou Qian also felt that it was inappropriate to leave the emperor alone, so he echoed: "Yes, it is better for the Holy Majesty to bring a few personal guards."

"No, you all go out." Jing Jun shook his head.

Everyone knelt and did not move.

Jing Jun was annoyed, he raised his leg and kicked the commander, his voice became higher, "Did you hear what I said! Get out of here!"

The commander crawled out in disgrace, but now he didn't dare to resist the order, so he kowtowed to Jing Jun, waved his hand, and left with Jin Yiwei.

Kou Qian wanted to persuade him a few more words, but he finally held back his words and said, "I will step down first", and left Prince An's Mansion.

In the blink of an eye, Jing Jun was the only one left in the huge Prince An's Mansion. He felt a little lonely, so he tightened his cloak and fur, and then raised his head to look around.

The chrysanthemums in the flower garden are blooming beautifully, clustered around the bamboo fence, the petals are still stained with dew, and they are not about to fall. The bamboo couch is placed on the path beside it, and a round-bellied wine jar is placed next to it.

Everything is still as it is in memory.

Jing Jun suddenly felt a little dazed.

He is very familiar with Prince An's Mansion. It was boring to stay in the palace when he was a child, and he didn't have many places to go when he sneaked out. He just ran to Prince An's Mansion and begged the emperor to play with him.

Now standing in the mansion again, he always felt that it happened yesterday that the emperor's uncle hugged him to fold the plum blossoms, but suddenly he came back to his senses, but things were already different.

Jing Jun pursed his lips, feeling as if a ball of cotton was choked in his throat, which made him ache.

It doesn't matter, as long as the emperor's uncle's house is raided and evidence of his treason is found, he will be able to imprison the emperor's uncle in the palace forever and stay with him forever—Jing Jun comforted himself like this, as if as long as he thought so, his heart would be filled with tears. Frustrated hatred will be less.

All the things that were checked were left under the steps in front of the house, Jing Jun walked over, squatted down, and checked them one by one.

Four or five large rattan boxes were scattered on the ground, and the lids were all lifted.

The first box on the left is full of clothes.

Jing Jun grabbed a few pieces and shook them out. These are what the emperor's uncle often wears, and then scroll down to find underwear, sweat towels, soap socks and the like.

The second rattan box was stacked with a thick stack of books. Jing Jun kicked it over, and all the books spilled out. He flipped through them casually, but they were just some ancient classics.

After that, there are some fragmentary antiques. He remembered that these were all given to Prince An's Mansion by his father or himself.

After such a search, he did not find any evidence of King An's treason. He even carefully looked through the account books of Prince An's Mansion, but found no abnormalities. It clearly stated the income and expenditure of silver every year.

Jing Jun fell to the ground, suddenly feeling a vague uneasiness in his heart.

This palace was cleaner than he had imagined. There were no stolen money, secret letters of treason, and no hidden swords, bows, crossbows...all the things he thought the palace would have, didn't exist.

Those copied things seemed to guide him silently, teaching him to think about another fact...but that fact was something he was unwilling to face.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered what Uncle Ye Huang said to him that day——

"I guarded the country for you, retreated from the barbarians, killed rebels, and didn't let your hands get a little blood. Is this how you repay me?"

These words seemed to become countless tentacles, trying to pull him into the dark abyss, Jing Jun panted heavily, and he forced himself to ignore the uneasiness in his heart.

However, the vague uneasiness was like a beast hiding in a cave slowly waking up, staring at the depths of his heart with two empty eyes, and then bloodyly uncovered the fact that he didn't want to admit.

Cold sweat broke out on the palms and back of his hands, and even his limbs felt a little numb, Jing Jun shivered hard.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind: "He guarded the country for you, retreated from the barbarians, killed rebels, and kept your hands from getting blood, but now, you want to kill him with your own hands...Jing Jun, Is that how you repay him?"

Jing Jun turned his head in horror——

In the morning light, Lu Xunyu had his hair tied up and his white clothes were more snowy. He stood in front of the arched door leading to the backyard, and smiled coldly at himself.

"You..." Jing Jun frowned, he felt that Young Master Lu was quite different from before, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

Lu Xun's eyes moved over the rattan boxes scattered on the ground, and then he raised his feet and walked straight towards Jing Jun. When he got close, he stopped and looked down at Jing Jun carefully.

After a while, he said, "You are afraid."

Jing Jun's expression changed, he shook his head, and denied it, "No!"

"No?" Lu Xun sneered, he looked at Jing Jun, his eyes seemed to penetrate Jing Jun's heart, "You are just afraid, because you dare not admit that you did something wrong."

He bent down to pick up the account book that was scattered on the ground, opened it and glanced briefly, and threw it to Jing Jun again, "Every expense of Prince An's Mansion is recorded in the account book, even when Jing Chengjue went to Qin Feng The account of playing with the young man on credit is also on it. So where does Jing Chengjue have the money to cultivate private troops and buy swords and weapons?"

"Furthermore, most of the officials he killed in the court were members of Meng Gong's party. Even if they were not, they would have been found guilty of betraying officials, taking money and breaking the law. The rest of them, such as Kou Qian, such as Qi Wuji, They are all recognized as clean-sleeved, upright and upright officials, so how can he act arbitrarily and form a party for personal gain?"

Lu Xun looked at Jing Jun, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and he said: "There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and there will always be traces of what you have done, but Prince An's Mansion is very clean, and there is nothing you want at all. There are no carrier pigeons for the state correspondence."

"These clues come together in one place, which can only explain one fact. Lord Jing has no corruption, never killed innocent people, never colluded with foreign countries, and never sought power to usurp the throne. The reason why his palace is so clean is not because he put the evidence It’s all destroyed, but the ones you want don’t exist in the first place.”

Speaking of this, Lu Xun was a little tired. He sighed almost inaudibly, spread his hands, and shrugged: "You don't want to admit this fact, and you are afraid to admit it. In seven years, you will Jing Yue Hate as an ambitious enemy who wanted to seek power and usurp the throne, and finally forced him to death row. How about it? Are you satisfied? He will be executed soon, or should he be executed in a hurry, cutting him with a knife The meat..."

"No! No!" Jing Jun yelled, covered his ears in pain, shook his head, and murmured: "No! I didn't force him! I don't want him to die, never! "

"But he is not in the palace now, but in Dali Temple! He was sent in by you!"

Lu Xun was also agitated, he stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed Jing Jun's collar, his eyes were a little red, and he choked up when he spoke, "Jing Jun, you broke his heart, do you know that? He has done so much for you, but you gouged out his flesh and blood bit by bit with a knife, why are you so bad?"

"No, no, I didn't!" Jing Jun kicked his legs indiscriminately, he looked around blankly, trying to grab a corner of Jing Yue's clothes, but it was in vain, only the autumn cold slipped through his fingers.

Jing Jun trembled and covered his cheeks, his hoarse voice choked, "I just...just hate him for strangling me to death seven years ago...I just can't forgive him."

Regret and self-blame finally submerged Jing Jun like a flood that broke the embankment. He hugged Jing Yue's clothes in his arms and cried loudly.

Lu Xun turned his face away, he stabilized his mind, let go of the hand holding Jing Jun's collar, took a deep breath, and said, "Give me the key to the prison in Dali Temple, and I'm going to find him."

·

The stone bed in the prison was cold and hard, and Jing Yue's bones ached from sleeping. He frowned, sat up slowly, picked up two hard steamed buns at hand, dipped them into clean water, and waited for them to soften. , Then put it in your mouth and chew it.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside, followed by a few muffled hums, the voice was very low, but Jing Yue could tell that it was the sound of exhalation only after being hit by someone's acupoints.

He stopped tearing the steamed buns, his eyelids moved slightly, and he secretly thought about the purpose of the visit.

While he was silent, there was a sound of a copper key unlocking the prison door, and a white shadow appeared in front of him, and a person stood in front of him.

"Jing Chengjue, I'm back."

The sound was very soft, like a feather gently falling on the water surface, creating a thin layer of ripples.

Jing Yue's figure was shocked, he raised his head suddenly, and met a pair of clear eyes.

"Do you miss me?" Lu Xun smiled, his eyebrows crooked, he threw himself into Jing Yue's arms, knelt on the stone bed, held Jing Yue's face in his hands, and looked carefully, "Why did you lose so much weight? Didn't you have a good meal? Why did you hurt your hand?"

Jing Yue suddenly came back to his senses, the warm touch next to his cheek made him belatedly realize that his son was back.

Everything in front of him turned into thick darkness, and only the man's smiling face was left. Jing Yue's whole heart convulsed and tightened. He kissed him hard.

The shackles and iron chains rattled, but he couldn't care less, as if the rain was coming after a long drought, Jing Yue brutally sucked Lu Xun's lips and tongue, licking every inch of the man's mouth.

In the beginning, it was just a crazy and greedy kiss, like trapped animals licking each other's wounds before they die, impetuous, desperate, and rude, Jing Yue slapped Lu Xun hard in her arms, wrapped a chain around Lu Xun's waist, Until the snow-white skin under the man's clothes was stretched out with red marks.

He no longer remembered the feeling of being entangled with Lu Xun's lips and teeth. Longing and love engulfed Jing Yue in it like an overwhelming sea. Finally, he slowed down his movements and stretched the kiss long and tenderly.

"Bao'er, is that you, Bao'er?" Jing Yue clasped Lu Xun's shoulders, kissed his forehead, eyelids and cheeks, then tore at Lu Xun's clothes with his hands, and murmured: "Xun'er, my son Son......"

Lu Xun relaxed his body and let Jing Yue's hand wander around his body without any rules. His eyes were a little blurred. After a while, he seemed to remember something, and then struggled to hold Jing Yue's hand.

"Don't, don't tear it up, how will you get out when the clothes are messed up?"

Lifting his neck, Lu Xun took a few breaths, climbed onto Jing Yue's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "I don't have time to do it, bear with me, and listen to me first."

Jing Yue let out a "hmm", and put his hand on Lu Xun's waist, rubbing it lightly, his voice was very hoarse, but nice to hear, "I didn't control my strength just now, did it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Lu Xun grabbed Jing Yue's wrist with his backhand, and said angrily, "Don't touch it, this is not the time to make love to you..." Halfway through the sentence, his voice trembled, because Jing Yue was not obedient at all, his whole body was sore from rubbing.

In desperation, he could only lie on Jingyue's shoulder, hang for a while, and said intermittently: "I set up a situation with Jing Jun. I will come to Dali Temple to rob the prison, and then take you away. He pretended to be in a panic and sent the Imperial Forest Army to come. Hunt us down...well...after we go out, we go directly to Xiu Tuye. No matter how cautious this person is, he will never suspect a traitor who escaped from death row... .. woo..."

After speaking halfway, Jing Yue turned her face and kissed her.

The two kissed for an unknown how long, Lu Xun struggled to move away a little bit, he raised his hand to press Jing Yue's lips, breathlessly said: "Don't kiss yet, wait until I finish talking...Jing Jun is already Secretly sent a letter to Changbai, Liaodong, and ordered Qi Wuji to lead an army of 20 to secretly attack the royal court of the Huns. What we have to do is to find a way to stop Xiu Tuye in the territory of the Chu Dynasty. When Qi Wuji wins the battle, you and I Then kill Xiutuye and Nuershu together, or let's kill these two first and wait for the news of Qi Wuji's triumphant return."

After Jing Yue heard this, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he pressed his forehead against Lu Xun's, and said softly, "You came up with this plan."

"Yeah." Lu Xun also smiled, and he said, "Didn't you always want to get rid of Rong Di in the north? This time we will take them all at once."