Prison Dragon

Qian Fu failed to come to Dali Temple.

——Because he committed suicide a long time ago and left nothing behind, not even a suicide note.

The story has already been strung together here, so there is no need to get tangled up.

The rest is how the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple will fill in the details.

The murderer in this case is dead, and the motive for the murder has been ascertained.Yang You had already seen the end, and this case would come to an end. Those who were harmed by Qian Lixuan before could only be buried.It is obvious that Qian Lixuan is the one who puts human life first, but he cannot be punished justly, and can only allow the victim to take revenge in a tragic way.

Qian Lixuan received retribution, but that was not justice. Justice did not allow him to be executed on corresponding charges, nor did it protect innocent people who died.

He left Dali Temple under Qian Taishi's needle-like gaze, feeling that the sun in the daytime was suddenly dazzling. There were two elm trees at the entrance of the Dali Temple official office, and there were a few jackdaws perched on them.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are all over the ground.

Chu Ge also came out afterward. She was brought by the people of Dali Temple. There were no carriages and no one to pick her up.

They all knew that Chu Ge had a good relationship with Zhuo Xinhong, and it would not be a good thing to let her show up as a girl, so Yang You offered to send her back to Qingyuan.

Xu Kaiji went back to the mansion by himself.

The two of them got into the carriage, outside the carriage was still noisy as usual, occasionally they could hear a few chatters and jokes towards Qian's mansion.

Chu Ge kept his head down, his expression gloomy.

When they arrived at Qingyuan, the bustard greeted Yang You as usual, and when Yang You arrived at the door, he wanted to leave, but Chu Ge suddenly turned around and begged, "My lord, come in and have a seat."

Seeing that there was a shadow between her brows and her eyes were clear and sad, Yang You couldn't bear it for a moment, so he agreed to her.

Chu Ge led him into the room.

Her room is very clean, burning with strong sandalwood, which is deep and gentle, covering the frivolous fragrance of powder and flowers on her body.Chu Ge invited him to sit down and started making tea.

She wanted to ask Qingli what she said and did with him yesterday.

Scenes and scenes from yesterday reappeared in front of my eyes, Yang You concealed the matter of the ledger and told everything.

Yang You asked puzzledly, "Why did he ask me to paint?"

Chu Ge remained silent, and after a long while, she blinked her thick and dark eyelashes, "A beauty with withered bones, a beautiful woman with beautiful eyes, isn't it nice to have someone who remembers her beautiful appearance?"

Yang You's heart was touched softly. Did Qingli predict her own ending, so she wanted Yang You, a bystander, to remember herself?

No one knew what he was thinking at that time.

Chu Ge went to the dressing table, put on rouge, red lips, put on gold hairpins, walked up to Yang You and knelt down, and said softly, "Can you ask the prince to draw a picture for me too? "

Yang You shook his head subconsciously, helped Chu Ge up, wondering if he connected the painting with Qingli's death, he said with a smile: "Brother Zhuo's painting skills are much better than mine, why should the girl look far away?"

Chu Ge didn't think so, she said: "My lord, you are different."

"You are different from all the men who come here," she smiled, "I don't know how to describe the difference between you, but I know, you can understand us, you are clean, and we are also clean in your eyes Clean. I think this is also the reason why Qingli wants to see you in the end."

Yang You didn't feel how noble he was, and he didn't know how Chu Ge and the others saw the difference between him and others. He was just an ordinary person.Having said that, he could no longer refuse, so he let Chu Ge think for himself, what exactly he wanted to paint.

Chu Ge went to the back room and changed into plain clothes, sat in front of the piano, looked up at Yang You, "Just paint like this."

Yang You praised: "The beauty of Yaoqin just complements each other."

Chu Ge smiled softly, Yang You wrote, he used all kinds of care this time, Chu Ge moved his fingers, and began to play the piano, singing the song of ancient lovesickness.

Thirteen met with Junchu and made silk and bamboo in the prince’s house.

Only by looking back at you, I think about the future and the evening of you.

Goodbye to your concubine at fifteenth time, and do a neon dress dance for you.

It's a sigh that the years are like the dew, when will you hold the house of the mud nest?

This song was sung tenderly and desperately by countless women in the ancient years. Yang You carefully painted the decorations on her clothes, and at the end of the song, he said: "Brother Zhuo betrayed you? Why are you so sad?"

Chu Ge smiled, and lightly plucked the strings with his bare hands, making a chaotic sound, "My lord, once the dew of marriage appears, even if it is dew, no matter how sweet it is, it will eventually disappear quickly. No one will stop for a drop of dew." Footsteps. Mr. Zhuo and I can only be a guest of honor and a singing girl, nothing more."

"Tell you quietly," Chu Ge showed a playful smile, "I'm not human."

Yang You followed her words and received: "Then what are you?"

He stopped writing and the painting was completed.

"No one in this building is human," Chu Ge stood up and turned around, her skirt fluttering in the wind. She walked up to Yang You, put her hand on Yang You's shoulder, and whispered, "Come here. People who come here have all kinds of desires, and we are monsters born according to our desires."

Feeling the warmth of Chu Sing's palm, Yang You said seriously, "You are not monsters, your souls are more human than the guests here."

Chu Ge's face was dazzling, she looked at Yang You, and silently shed two lines of tears, her eyes were clear and penetrating, she laughed at herself, covered her face and leaned on Yang You's shoulder, weeping in a low voice.

Yang You patted her on the back comfortingly, "If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me."

With tears in his eyes, Chu Ge still forced himself to smile and said, "My lord, I hope you can remember my appearance."

Not as a prostitute, not as a lover, without any desire or position, just as a person.

A beautiful young girl in full bloom.

Yang You gave her the painting and left.

He walked down the street feeling lost, listening to the common people's discussion about Qian Lixuan, although he was filled with righteous indignation, but from the perspective of a bystander, he used everything as a topic of conversation and jokes after dinner.

They don't know how many poor people have paid a terrible price.

Yang You feels that everything in the world is so cold, and the souls of the world are so indifferent.

Every time he takes a step, he feels like he is walking into an endless hell. Is it a human or a demon wandering here?

There are so many people in this world, and there is a thick barrier between people's hearts, and no one can see each other clearly.

How should he face other people?

Yang You suddenly stopped in his tracks. In the busy market, there stood a man in black. It was his familiar figure and handsome face.

Ao Chen stood in the crowd like this, not being affected by the world, but only appeared in his eyes, isolated from everything in the world, leaving a space for Yang You.

The two stared at each other for a long time without words or movements, just watching each other quietly.

"Give way!" Someone came and pushed Yang You, "Don't block the way!"

Yang You regained consciousness, Ao Chen seemed to be far away, he made a gesture to Yang You, asking Yang You to follow.

The two walked on the street one after the other like this, and Ao Chen took him for a long time until they reached the Thanksgiving Temple.

The Thanksgiving Temple is built on a small hill, and its stupa is the tallest building in Lidu.

According to Yang Ting's style of not liking gods and Buddhas, the Thanksgiving Temple should have been searched and cleaned up long ago, but this is the place where the ever-burning lanterns were lit for the royal family members of the past dynasties, and Yang Ting could not move.

Thanksgiving Temple has become the only few remaining Buddhist temples in Qi State.

Ao Chen squatted down in front of Yang You, turned around and said, "Come up!"

"Where are you going?" Yang You asked, already lying on Ao Chen's back, "Does appearing in public have any effect on you?"

"I'm not something to be shady. I don't care where I go except I can't leave the capital." Ao Chen looked up at the towering stupa, "I'll take you to see it!"

With a slight push on the sole of his foot, the two of them leaped to a high place. The sky was blue in daylight, clouds were flying and birds were flying, and everything in the world was trampled under their feet. The wind was cold but it brought incomparable comfort, but in an instant, they reached the top of the tower .

There was only room for one person to stand on the top of the tower, so Ao Chen stood there and did not put Yang You down.

Yang You quietly glanced down, the height of the stupa was dizzying, as if it would fall anytime, and his body would be smashed to pieces.

Ao Chen pinched his thigh and said with a smile, "How does it feel to step on your ancestors' tablets and ever-burning lamps?"

Yang You said bitterly, "Not good."

Ao Chen turned his face sideways and rubbed his cheek with his nose, "Having lost your temper?"

Yang You didn't speak, the arms around Ao Chen's neck tightened a bit, he buried his head on Ao Chen's shoulder, and sighed several times.

Ao Chen stood on the pagoda with his back on his back, overlooking the world, the crowd was insignificant, like gathering dust.

Ao Chen can know what happened anywhere in the capital, but he doesn't care so much about people's gossip, he only looks at people related to Yang You.

He already knew what happened, and guessed that Yang You would feel uncomfortable, but this kind of thing could only make him figure it out, he could only comfort him in an illusory way: "My god has appeared before your eyes, you should You can guess that those legends about hell and reincarnation are true. Maybe those who died can live well after reincarnation?"

"Then why make them suffer in this life, and enjoy happiness in the next life?" Yang You said sullenly.

Ao Chen originally wanted to comfort him, but he robbed him of it, and he couldn't tell.

For the gods, the long life makes happiness and pain meaningless to them, and everything is so insignificant compared to their lives.

Yang You seemed to have figured it out by himself, he said directly, "Forget it, you may not understand. Besides, after reincarnation, the identity, family, and experience are no longer the same. Although the soul looks like the original soul, but People are no longer what they used to be, so how can we make up for the pain in this life in the next life?"

"The world is difficult and dangerous. I just hope that Qingli will not be a human being in the next life, at least not to reincarnate easily before the world becomes better."

Ao Chen smiled, "Don't you always want to be a saint? Since the world is dangerous, a saint should change it."

"I will." Yang You stared at Ao Chen firmly, put his right hand on Ao Chen's chin, turned his face around, and met his eyes, he said slowly: "You come with me."

Ao Chen smiled at Yang You, it was clear that the autumn wind was bleak, but it was like the lingering spring rain, making people dizzy, "Okay!"

Yang You couldn't help but was fascinated, and couldn't help stretching his neck, Ao Chen came up to meet him, the two breathed together, Yang You hugged Ao Chen's neck tightly as if drowning, his chest was burning hot.