[Yinyu] Spring water surrounds Biancheng.

The next day, when Li Yu woke up, Zhao Kuangyin was feeding him medicine with a bowl.He blew a couple of mouthfuls first, then tasted it himself, and waited until he confirmed that it was not hot before prying open his teeth and slowly feeding it in.

Seeing that Yoyo opened his eyes, Zhao Kuangyin quickly put down the bowl and said happily, "Are you awake?"

Li Yu didn't answer. He just woke up, his consciousness was still groggy, and he couldn't tell the time for a while, and he didn't have any strength in his body. He only felt that his bones were falling apart. A little bit of nothingness secretly in a daze.

He didn't speak, and Zhao Kuangyin didn't dare to open his mouth. He put his hands on his legs for a while, and put them on his side for a while. It didn't feel right to put them anywhere, and he felt awkward.

At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin looked like a prisoner waiting for trial in a prison.

Li Yu slowed down for a while, his eyes gradually brightened, he struggled to get up, Zhao Kuangyin quickly and carefully helped him up, but Li Yu immediately instructed him: "Cough...pen...paper...cough cough..."

Seeing the man coughing like this, Zhao Kuangyin yelled for pen and paper, but he didn't know what to say. The words to persuade him to take a good rest were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Kuangyin brought the pen and paper for him as he said, polished the ink again, and handed the ink-soaked brush to Li Yu's trembling hand.

Li Yu was still recovering from a serious illness, his wrist strength was weak, and he was anxious, and the words he wrote were very scribbled. Even so, the whole calligraphy was still bony and bony, like a dragon.

After all, he was still ill, and as he was writing, bits and pieces of blood were coughed up. Li Yu was pale and writing while coughing up blood, which was so poignantly beautiful.

Zhao Kuangyin felt uncomfortable watching from the sidelines, and just about to persuade people not to write, when he caught sight of the poems written by people out of the corner of his eyes, he froze instantly.

That was the first break.

"In the past 40 years, my family and country have been surrounded by mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. Fengge, Longlou and Xiaohan, and Yushu Qiongzhi as tobacco, how many times have you...know how to fight?"

"Once...become a subject, the waist is heavy and the temples are worn out. The most is the day of resigning from the temple in a hurry...the church still plays a farewell song, and weeps to the maid..."

Every word weeps blood, every sentence punishes the heart.

Zhao Kuangyin was taken aback by the sorrow and resentment in the words, closed his eyes in despair, and said in his heart that you should hate me.

Li Yu didn't have much strength. After finishing a poem, he threw the pen in a state of exhaustion, fell on the bed, and fell asleep again.

Zhao Kuangyin's limbs were stiff, and he felt a severe headache. It took him a while to react, and he hurriedly covered the quilt for the person, and carefully rolled up the rice paper to put it away.

When Zhao Kuangyin sat next to the person again, Li Yu suddenly heard a smile, which was uglier than crying.

"I'm so sorry..."

Zhao Kuangyin's heart tightened, "What do you regret?"

"I regret...not killing you..."

Li Yu lay on the bed with his eyes closed, every word was light and light, but they all hit Zhao Kuangyin's heart heavily.

Zhao Kuangyin even felt as if a big hole had been pierced in his heart, and the cold wind leaked out.

After saying this, Li Yu completely fainted and fell into the boundless darkness again.

Zhao Kuangyin sat stiffly on the head of the bed, unable to recover for a while.

At the beginning, the two really broke up unhappy.

Zhao Kuangyin didn't make it that day, or in other words, before he walked down the mountain, he was surrounded by a large group of soldiers from the Prince Yan's Mansion, and was tied up into the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

When Li Congjia hurried over, he only saw bloodstains on the ground and a saber stained with human blood.

Zhao Kuangyin was still yelling until he was locked in the cell, "What crime did I commit? Why did you arrest me? The majestic King Yan, is this the kind of human face and animal heart that must be punished?"

"Come out! Tell me clearly! Which law of the Southern Tang Dynasty have I violated? It is worth your Yan Wang's big fight, and arrest me even if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" Zhao Kuangyin shook the iron fence that imprisoned him vigorously. , screaming desperately.

Yan Wang Li Hongji walked down the steps slowly, stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice: "Bewitching the prince, committing crimes in busy streets, killing innocent people indiscriminately, how dare you say you are innocent?"

Zhao Kuangyin gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Where's the evidence?"

"There will be evidence." Li Hongji said slowly.

"You are planting!"

Li Hongji laughed suddenly, looked at him coldly, and said viciously: "You can be content, if it weren't for the fact that my stupid brother loves you wholeheartedly, I would have had you killed at the foot of the mountain. "

Zhao Kuangyin clenched his fists, "I'm an aide on the throne of Wu, it's not that easy for you to kill me!"

Li Hongji chuckled lightly, and said: "Let's see then, see if my brother, who is ascetic and has no real power, can keep you."

After finishing speaking, Li Hongji didn't wait for anyone to speak again, and directly stepped out of the cold and damp prison.

Zhao Kuangyin was so angry that he punched the wall, and blood flowed down the wall in an instant.

Due to the struggle before being arrested, he has a lot of scars on his body at this moment, and his prison uniform is speckled with dried blood. How can he be so miserable that he looks like the second son of the Zhao family in Kaifeng Mansion back then?

Zhao Kuangyin smiled wryly from the bottom of his heart, saying that he had been away from home for so many years, not to mention his meritorious deeds, and now he has to confess his life here, which is really embarrassing to his ancestors.

No, he couldn't just die in Southern Tang for no apparent reason. Zhao Kuangyin stroked his hair fiercely, forced himself to calm down, and quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.