Chinese Han Zhen was tied up and placed in the carriage by the five flowers, and there was an unsmiling soldier by his side who guarded him day and night.

After ten days of turbulence, the initial despair had almost dissipated.

Now, Han Zhen only felt numb.

After five years of hiding, he finally failed to break free from the shackles of fate.

Han Zhen accepted his fate.

He knew that with the lessons of the past, Liu Che would never give him another chance to escape.

What Han Zhen is about to face is a lifetime of solitary confinement.

He and Huo Quai, I'm afraid there will be no chance to meet again in this life.

Fortunately, with several reunions in between, he did not live in vain in this life.

Han Zhen looked out through the shaking curtains, and Chang'an City was already in sight.

There was a sudden commotion outside, and after a while, the door curtain was lifted, and it was Huo Quai's face that came into view.

Huo Quzhi got into the car, showed the token, and said to the soldier guarding Han Zhen: "I am ordered by Your Majesty to take Gongzi into the palace." You go down, I'll just watch here. ”

The soldier got out of the car, and Huo Quzhi started to untie the rope on Han Zhen's body.

As soon as he was free, Han Zhen threw himself into Huo Quai's arms and choked up, "Childe...... I thought it was ...... I'll never see you again......"

Huo Quzhi hugged him tightly and forced himself to laugh: "Fool, how can it be? I miss you so much, how can I bear not to come to see you. Let me see your face, okay? ”

Han Zhen hurriedly straightened up, wiped away the tears on his face, and pulled out a smile.

"Thin." Huo Quzhi looked at his face and said, "Didn't you eat well again?" ”

Han Zhen said: "Yes, I eat a lot of food at every meal. ”

Huo Quzhi said: "Did you suffer on the way? ”

Han Zhen shook his head and said, "They all treat me very well, serving me with delicious food and drink." What about Childe? How have these few months been? ”

Huo Quzhi stretched out his hand and rubbed his face and said, "Okay." ”

Han Zhen suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "This year, the loquat harvest in our yard has a bumper harvest, and it bears the fruit of a tree, but unfortunately you don't have time to come back, so I climbed to the tree and picked a big basket, made a dried loquat, and put it in the clay pot in the kitchen. ”

Huo Quzhi smiled: "Okay." ”

Han Zhen said again: "The two little brothers you saw in my house during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, one of them has the same surname as you, called Huo Qi, who became a relative last year, and his wife became pregnant not long after, but this year he died of dystocia, leaving a frail and sickly son, I helped take a name, called Huo Huan, you take care of me one or two more." ”

Huo Quzhi said: "Okay." ”

Han Zhen wanted to say something, but it could be seen that there were tears faintly in Huo Quzhi's eyes, so he stopped his mouth, reached out to hug Huo Quzhi, and rubbed his cheek gently.

Huo Quzhi hugged his waist, his arms tightened, and he almost wanted to pull Han Zhen into his body.

Han Zhen was in pain, but he was silent, and hugged him desperately.

The carriage entered the Hengmen, all the way south, and Weiyang Palace was at the end of the long street.

Han Zhen whispered in his ear, "Childe, it is really my greatest blessing to meet you in this life. ”

Huo Quzhi tried his best to hold back his tears and said, "Me too." ”

Han Zhen said: "Even if we can't see each other in the future, we must be okay with each other." ”

Huo Quzhi nodded vigorously and said, "Okay." ”

Han Zhen said: "Don't get sick. ”

Huo Quzhi said: "Hmm." ”

Han Zhen said: "If you meet a woman you like, let's get married." ”

Huo Quzhi held his shoulder, lifted him up from his arms, looked him in the eyes, and said word by word: "In this life, I won't like anyone except you." ”

Han Zhen finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

"Little Hazelnut, don't cry." Huo Quzhi raised his hand to wipe his tears, and said softly: "No matter where people are, our hearts are always in the same place, right?" ”

Han Zhen nodded indiscriminately, but he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

I wished there was no end to the road, but the carriage slowly stopped.

The tears fell more and more urgently, blurring his eyes, and Han Zhen couldn't see Huo Quai's appearance clearly.

He wiped his tears from his eyes, and in these last moments, he wanted to see more clearly.

The curtain opened, and a soldier said, "General, it's here, Father-in-law Chuntuo is waiting at the gate of the palace." ”

Huo Quzhi said in a deep voice: "Got it." ”

The soldier hesitated for a moment, then stepped back.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, speechless and choking.

Someone outside is urging again.

Han Zhenqiang smiled to himself and said, "Childe, I'm leaving." ”

Huo Quzhi didn't answer, shook his fingers with him, and led him out of the carriage.

Chun Tuo immediately greeted him and said with a smile: "Childe, Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time, let's go to the palace with the old slave." ”

Han Zhen didn't make a sound, and kept looking at Huo Quai's illness infatuatedly.

Their hands were still clasped together, as if they would not let go of them for the rest of their lives.

Chun Tuo hesitated for a moment, and then said: "General, if you delay any longer, I'm afraid that Your Majesty will not be able to explain it." ”

Huo Quzhi finally let go.

Han Zhen didn't cry anymore.

In front of everyone's eyes, Han Zhen stood on tiptoe and imprinted a soft wing-like kiss on Huo Quzhi's lips.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the prison called Weiyang Palace without looking back.

Han Zhen didn't dare to look back.

He was afraid that as soon as he saw Huo Quzhi's face, he would lose the courage to move forward.

Huo Quzhi stood in the wind, looking at Han Zhen's thin back, and stood as a sculpture.

has won a person with one heart, and the white head is not separated.

At this moment, it is whiteheaded.

***

Weiyang Palace, Mingluan Palace.

Liu Che looked at the young man in front of him, and his face was much more mature than five years ago.

The year Han Yan died was not yet his age.

Through him, Liu Che seemed to see the twenty-three-year-old Han Yan, who should be what she is now.

Liu Che approached him, lifted his chin, forced him to look at himself, and said in a deep voice, "Why did you run away in the first place? ”

Time passed, facing Liu Che again, Han Zhen had no fear in his heart, and said lightly: "Because I don't want to stay by your side." ”

Liu Che said: "Is that all? Or do you want to live with Huo Quai? ”

Han Zhen lowered his eyes and was silent.

Liu Che said coldly: "Die." In this life, you don't want to escape from my palm again. ”

Han Zhen said indifferently: "Don't run away, I'm tired and can't escape." ”

Liu Che looked at him for a moment, then suddenly picked him up horizontally and threw him on the bed.

When his body was pierced mercilessly, Han Zhen clutched the sheets under him, without making a sound or shedding a single tear.

***

In the spring of the sixth year of Yuanzhen, Huo Qubing returned to Di Dao's home alone.

The time he has lived here adds up to less than half a month, but there are memories everywhere, and those memories are full of Han Zhen's appearance.

His happy appearance, his coquettish appearance, his angry appearance...... Vividly.

Huo Quzhi came to the kitchen and found the clay pot that Han Zhen said.

Because it has been left for too long, the dried loquat inside has already grown hair.

Huo Quzhi picked one up and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and only felt sweet in his heart.

The loquat trees in the courtyard are still slim.

After Huo Quzhi stood under the loquat tree for a day and a night, a fire burned the entire mansion along with the loquat tree.

Huo Quai's illness went to find Huo Qi again.

Huo Qi lived in poverty and couldn't afford to support Huo Huan, so he handed Huo Huan over to Huo Qubing and asked him to take him back to the house to raise.

After returning to Chang'an from Di Dao, Huo Qu couldn't afford to get sick.

In the summer of the sixth year of Yuanzhen, Huo Qu died of illness at the age of 24, and was buried in Maoling, and was named Marquis Jinghuan.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Yuanzhen, Han Zhen hanged himself in the Mingluan Palace, and Emperor Wu returned his bones to Han Ze, the Marquis of Gonggao.

Han buried Han Zhen Hou and entered the Han cemetery, and the tomb was adjacent to his father Han Yan.

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