summer day, winter night

The whole arm of this person was swollen several times more than usual, red and swollen close to purple, the abrupt mechanical part of the forearm fit tightly with the surrounding skin, its rusty surface, and the inconspicuous but very serious pus at the joint, The cause of the red and swollen arm was revealed, and such a tragic appearance also revealed the reason why he was able to bring the short arrow here.

"Say," King Cang grabbed his neck, "Who installed this mechanism for you?"

The man still had a ferocious expression. Faced with such a sense of suffocation, he just raised his head high without struggling, obviously refusing to utter a word.

King Cang raised his other hand, and the palm of the knife was downward fiercely. The moment it touched the man's shoulder blade, the internal force came out silently, and the whole arm was separated from the body like this, and fell to the ground.

After a pause for a few moments, the man's distorted scream resounded through the dark cell.

So hysterical and creepy.

King Cang threw the man away, and turned his head to the person in charge who was already in prison. He glanced at the man rolling on the ground in pain, and said coldly: "Interrogation! This matter is not that simple."

Su Wuzhen was still looking at the severed arm on the ground. The mechanism installed on it was so cruel and absolutely exquisite. If it wasn't for the lack of power, it would never have ended so easily at that moment.

When the power is enough, such a hard and refined iron product, how can human flesh and blood be against it!

After getting out of the iron fence, King Cang glanced at Su Wuxie's legs, and immediately picked him up.

Su Wuzhen could only hear the sound of the wind in his ears, and when he came back to his senses, he was already lying on the couch in the Bright Stone Palace.Seeing Su Wuxie looking at him, King Cang explained with a solemn expression: "I have already made a promise on this matter, and if there are variables, I will naturally find out. You have just been detoxified, so take a rest here. Later, There will be someone to wait on you, just say what you want, if you want to get out of bed and walk around, don't leave the stone hall."

Su Wuxi nodded in agreement.

The wind was blowing under King Cang's feet, and he quickly left the stone hall, heading for a deeper place.

Su Wuxie knew that no matter what he said, he should not get in touch with his secret forces.

Sitting blankly for a while, thinking that it would take some time for King Cang to deal with this matter, he picked up a book on the side shelf and read it.

This is the biography of this author, and the content is somewhat in-depth, but he managed to turn a few pages, and then stopped.

One is that I can't let go of this matter, and the other is...

He thought of the manuscripts of poems that had already been printed in a book in his study room, remembered the resentment of being framed in the court when the King Cang told him the truth when they met for the first time, and remembered his unreserved concern and honesty in the few conversations with King Cang ...And then there is the very timely rescue given by King Cang today, and the location where he is at the moment—the most secret "fortress" of King Cang's Mansion.

He felt that he seemed to have noticed something, from these getting along beyond friends and confidants.

However, this perception was too vague, and he couldn't find anything more.Before that, he had never had a confidant, and the most he knew was mountains and rivers.

For a long time, the book in his hand did not turn a page. When he came back to his senses, the table not far away was already filled with fruit snacks. In the empty stone hall, dozens of maids stood quietly. Let this stone palace form a world of its own, ancient and solemn, and Su Wuyan felt a sense of vicissitudes from time immemorial in a trance.

The ancient simplicity of this stone palace, as well as the charm of time and space conveyed to him like a trickle, almost in an instant, made him throw away all his thoughts and concentrate on savoring the weight of this history.

He got out of bed, walked slowly, and looked at it casually. The scene and objects in front of him made the indistinguishable emotions disappear quietly in his chest.

The ancient stone walls are well protected, and even the traces of time are clean and clearly visible. The newly dug out small stone platform holds the luminous pearl. If you look closely, mirrors are skillfully arranged around the luminous pearl to give off the light. Reflecting all of them into the hall, it just softens the harshness of the stone hall and moistens the dryness and heat that the earth and stones give people.

With his hands behind his back, he paced, and then stopped at one point, Su Wuzhen couldn't help but close his eyes, letting the unique thickness of the past and the present wander in the breath.

Literati and scholars always like to visit historical sites, as if they can travel through time and space, understand the people and things of that era, and the unique cultural charm of that era.At this moment, Su Wuyan is extremely eager to know the story of this stone palace, and even wants to leave his own pen and ink on such an ancient stone wall, so that present and future generations can understand his thoughts today.

"Go get the pen and ink." The moment he opened his eyes, the smile on his lips showed a wild and free and easy expression.

Spreading the paper on the ground, he sat on the ground, without even using a stone, just pressed it with his hand and walked with the pen. The pen dipped in ink was like a nimble dragon, walking freely through the clouds.When I stopped writing, I looked up and saw that the entire handwriting was coherent and smooth, and every turn of the pen was clamoring for elegance and elegance. Su Wuzhen couldn't help grinning, looked up at the surrounding stone walls, and wondered where to hang it .

"If you want to hang on the stone wall, it's better to frame it and store it for a longer time."

Hearing the sound, Su Wuzhen turned his head to look, and saw that King Cang was approaching slowly, the urge to compose a literati faded away, and the thoughts he had not long ago lingered clearly in his mind, he asked: "Is this difficult?"

"The matter of poisoning has come to light. It was just an impulse caused by pure jealousy. As for the mechanism, I have just arranged it, and I will see if I can find the source of the mechanism on the arm. With such a mechanism, it is already certain that someone will be involved in this matter." Add fuel to the flames."

After King Cang finished speaking, his eyes touched the poems on the ground, his eyes flicked with admiration, but his expression did not show the slightest bit, his calm face showed no emotion, he opened his lips slightly: "I thought that a talented Su could write poems anywhere. One article, now it seems, still needs to be published with feelings.”

It was impossible to tell whether it was sarcasm or emotion in the tone.

Su Wuzhan handed the poem to the maid who was waiting at the side, and explained lightly: "Literati write articles, but post them with feelings. Could it be that His Highness King Cang has never "posted with feelings"?"

"This king is not good at doing this, at most it's just an official document." Cang Wang waved his hand, not wanting to say more.

He turned around, walked to the edge and sat down, picked up the fruit and ate it, while watching Su Wuzhen move his legs with difficulty, he suddenly felt a little funny, "I just saw that you moved so quickly when you were composing poems, how can you do it now?" Is it this slow look again?"

"I didn't pay attention just now, but now I feel tired." As he spoke, Su Wuxi couldn't help laughing.

He just moved to his seat, sat down on the edge, and looked up to see King Cang bringing a fruit plate over.

"Eat more, and sleep after eating. The king only asked you to take seven days off. If you can't take care of your body, it would be a joke if you fainted during the court."

"Ask for leave?" Hearing this, Su Wuzhen looked at King Cang in shock, "Your Highness, did you help me intercede with the emperor? That means, after seven days, I can go to court?"

King Cang put the fruit plate into his hand, picked up the fruit sincerely and handed it to his other hand, but smiled humbly at the pleading: "It's not really pleading, the emperor doesn't care at all."

Looking down at the brightly colored fruits on the plate, Cang Wang's words echoed in his mind, and the complicated and difficult emotions surged out of his chest again.To be honest, he didn't even know how to react after receiving so much kindness from King Cang.Thanks?He knew that King Cang wanted to find a confidant, and the difference in status between confidants should not be made public, that would only be counterproductive.No thanks?Then teach him what to say?

At this moment, he even wished that he was simply a member of the Cangwang Party, so at least he could repay it with loyalty.

Until they returned to Prince Cang's mansion the next day, Su Wuzhen didn't say much.And King Cang just felt that Su Wuzhen was unusually quiet during the time he was recuperating from his wounds, and he didn't expect that his too frequent and important help in such a short period of time would still arouse Su Wuzhen, who has always been free and easy, as a literati. That point of innocence.

After the morning court on the seventh day, Su Wuzhen thanked him again and again, bid farewell to King Cang, and returned to his residence.

It is worth mentioning that this farewell was Su Wuzhan's three kowtows and nine bows in front of Cang Wang in Cang Wang's mansion, and Cang Wang did not stop him.

He looked at the man in the most solemn official uniform, facing himself, bent his knees, bent his body, and touched his forehead to the ground three times.

At this moment, Cang Jia saw that King Cang's face was serious, his eyes even froze for a moment, and he never said a word.

The word confidant is unfamiliar to Su Wuxie, so it is not the case for King Cang.

The oldest tree in Cangwang's Mansion has finally blossomed and fallen leaves, returning the entire mansion to a uniform dark green.However, even now that the construction has begun to take shape, this tree still monopolizes the entire courtyard, but the underground roots are intertwined, desperately spreading to the surroundings, as if longing to meet their own kind on the other side of the wall one day.