Prince, who shall we kill today?

It was raining heavily and the night was dark.

Han Che stepped on the muddy mountain road with one foot deep and the other shallow. He staggered, fell down several times, and got up several times.

The footsteps in the dense forest were chaotic, but no one came forward to arrest him, and no one helped him.Everyone watched him falter and stumble.They all saw that this man could not escape or go far.

Sure enough, it didn't take long to see him fall headlong into the mud pit, motionless.

After a while, Han Che raised his head with difficulty, looking towards the end of the road.There was a dilapidated small pavilion with a lantern hanging, illuminating a figure like a jade tree facing the wind.Han Che stretched out his hand in that direction, and then coughed violently while covering his chest.

Someone walked past him, stepped up to the pavilion, and bowed to report: "Eldest Young Master, Third Young Master has arrived."

Rong Ze turned around, and the attendants immediately held the lamp and held the umbrella for him.

He waved his hand, pushed everyone away, stepped into the rain alone, and walked towards the clay figurine.

"He left you?" Rong Ze asked.

"I left him." Han Che flinched, his face full of pain, but fortunately his elder brother was very kind and didn't bring up a lamp to take a look at his miserable appearance.

"You always like to put yourself in such a mess." Rong Ze looked down at his half-brother.

"That's because you don't know...rolling in muddy water is actually... very interesting." Han Che said with a smile.He stretched out his hand, pressed a hand of mud on Rong Ze's clean shoe upper, and then propped himself on his feet and sat up slowly.

"Are you here to kill me?" He raised his head and asked.

"You still know that you deserve to die?" Rong Ze said coldly, "Do you know that you have caused the whole world to see all the jokes about our family?"

"Shouldn't it be funny that you didn't stay in the imperial capital to be rumored to be favored by the emperor?" Han Che was trembling all over, his breath was out of breath, but he tried to speak clearly, "Father also acquiesced in my actions, didn't he? Otherwise...cough cough, he directly slapped me Just stab me to death with a sword in the room, why drag me to the front door? Didn't he just deliberately throw me to...that person..."

"Is that man really called Herman?" Rong Ze asked in a deep voice.

"No." Han Che shook his head, "He's not a foreigner. He doesn't have any intention of harming Daqi. If he did, I would have killed him before you came. Please rest assured, father, about this."

Rong Ze didn't respond to this sentence, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "Are you...willing to go home?"

Han Che was slightly taken aback, feeling amused in his heart: "Ahem...do you want me to go home?"

Rong Ze turned his face away: "I don't want it."

Han Che seemed to be stabbed by something: "Do you hate me that much, big brother?"

Rong Ze bent down, stared very closely at his younger brother's face, and said in a difficult voice, "Yes."

It was painful for him to admit to hating someone who was terminally ill.While thinking about what he shouldn't, he thought that he hated it. If he didn't dare to admit it, wouldn't it be even worse.

"You are sick, and the whole family is unhappy. I don't know what we did wrong." Rong Ze chewed his mouth full of bitterness, and said slowly, "Father only has you in his heart, so it's rare for him to be kind to me and my second brother." Time. You did such absurd things, which caused the whole family to be implicated. He is also calm and calm, and he still thinks that you love snake meat at home. What are you talking about, only you dare to eat snake meat with him. Even, disregarding everything Clan Anwei wants to disobey the imperial decree, let you go."

Han Che laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Are you jealous of me? You're actually jealous of me? Haha... Then why don't we change it? You come sick and wait to die, and I come here safely and smoothly."

Rong Ze clenched his fists, trying to restrain his emotions.

He also heard Han Che muttering to himself: "Snake meat... I really like to eat it, but my father... actually understands..."

Rong Ze didn't want to hear him show off any more.He took out a brocade box from his arms and handed it to Han Che: "I'm here to deliver medicine. Father said, run away if you can. He will give you three days, after which we will search with all our strength. You If you escape, count your ability, if you are caught, count your bad luck."

"Thank you, but...no need." Han Che stared at the brocade box for a while, then lowered his head, clutching his sleeves to help his brother wipe the muddy fingerprints on his shoes.It's just that his whole body is covered in mud, and his sleeves are naturally full of muddy water, and the result is that the more he wipes, the dirtier he gets.

He repeated his movements stubbornly, and said softly: "I have shamed my family, and I deserve death. I have already severed ties with your Rong family... Cough cough, cough... Now that I have severed ties, naturally I should not be subject to your family anymore." Enhui... let's say-"

He paused, raised his head again, looked at his brother and smiled: "Who knows if it's medicine...or poison?"

Rong Ze was silent for a moment, and then he didn't talk about the medicine anymore, but instead asked, "What do you want from me?"

Han Che wiped the rain from his face, put his hands on the ground and coughed fiercely for a while.He felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and then vomited a big mouthful of blood.Fortunately, I avoided my brother's shoes in time and didn't spit on him.

Rong Ze's expression moved slightly, he subconsciously wanted to help him, but he held back.

He waited patiently, and when Han Che recovered, he heard him say, "I want to ask my brother to do me a favor."

Rong Ze said: "Then you owe me?"

Han Che said: "When I was young... I helped my elder brother hide it from my father. It should be... my elder brother owed me first."

Rong Ze's lips tightened, and after recalling the past, he said softly, "Speak."

Han Che glanced into the dense night behind him: "I tied him up in the ruined temple on the top of the mountain, and now I regret it very much. I'm worried that His Majesty's people will find him...can you please go and release him?"

Rong Ze lowered his gaze: "If he asks about your whereabouts, what should I say?"

"Answer truthfully and say that I am dead."

"it is good."

"Also, please ask my father to recite the father and son together, and help me clear him of the crime, so that he can live in peace."

"Aren't you going too far? I didn't care about making such a big joke, and I still want my father to get rid of the crime for that shameful thing?"

"If you don't want to convey it, then let your Rong family be charged with collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country."

"you!"

Rong Ze was in a hurry and couldn't do anything about him.Right now, he didn't want to take another look at his younger brother, so he quickly put the brocade box containing the pills in his hand on the ground, then raised his foot, walked past Han Che, and said loudly, "I didn't see those two brothers here. The rebellious figure, you go to the mountain ahead to find it."

Then everyone followed him and left.

The sound of footsteps faded away, and Han Che threw himself into the puddle again, choking on the muddy water.

He stretched out his hand and touched the brocade box. After touching it with his fingertips, he flicked it away vigorously, and the brocade box rolled down the slope.Then he closed his eyes contentedly, and waited for death to come.