Prison.

It's still so cold.

Pests are rampant.

Ziyi tightened the cloak on his body and followed the jailer towards the depths of the prison.

Duanmu Kaoru finally compromised and agreed to let her go to the prison to visit. The premise is that Xiao Dezi must accompany her throughout the whole process, no matter what she says to Luo Wencheng, she must be present.

"Mother, it's just ahead." The jailer pointed ahead, and from here, it was pitch black.

Tightening his collar again, Ziyi frowned slightly. It was too cold in the prison, and it seemed that the wind was constantly pouring into his collar from all directions.

I don't know how Luo Wencheng is doing in this kind of place, and it won't be too good to think about it.

Turning around and looking at the tray in the hands of Bi'er and Cui'er behind her, Ziyi quickened her pace.

Luo Wencheng was locked up in the deepest part of this prison, and the prison was cleaner than expected.

Seeing the purple clothes, Luo Wencheng was obviously stunned, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes. And then when he saw the palace maid behind Ziyi and the outfit of Ziyi, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Silly boy, why are you here?" Retreating from the defensiveness and unwillingness on his face, Luo Wencheng at this time was just an old man, "Since the emperor has not condemned you, you shouldn't come." ”

"Daddy." Ziyi called softly, and his body trembled violently, this familiar feeling may come from the deepest memory of this body.

Motioning to the jailer to open the cell door, Ziyi walked into the cell.

Luo Wencheng only wore a white prison suit, which was extremely thin. White threads were faintly visible in his hair, slightly messy, but not downcast.

"Bi'er, bring the cloak quickly."

Seeing Luo Wencheng, many pictures suddenly flooded into Ziyi's mind. The young self, the young father, among the flowers, under the shade of the trees, are their own laughter.

Ziyi guessed that this may be Luo Ziyi's memory before his death.

The memories were a little messy, but they were surging more and more, and the body of the purple cloth shook, and his head hurt a little.

"Mother." Bi'er handed the tray to the little palace maid behind her, and stepped forward to support Ziyi's body.

Ziyi waved his hand lightly, picked up the brown cloak in the tray, and personally draped it on Luo Wencheng: "Daddy, why are you so confused?!" ”

There was grief in the tone of the blame, and Ziyi couldn't tell whether she said it or Luo Ziyi.

"Officialdom is like a battlefield, and since ancient times, kings have been defeated and defeated. Now that I'm in the situation I'm in, there's nothing else to say. It's just that I pity my daughter-" At the mention of Ziyi, Luo Wencheng's eyes flashed with deep guilt: "Daddy didn't mean to do this, but it's a pity-hey-"

"Daddy, do you have something to say?" Ziyi heard the helplessness in Luo Wencheng's mouth, and hurriedly held Luo Wencheng's old hands, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Silly boy, knowing too much is not necessarily good. Now, the emperor can still believe in you, which is the greatest relief for my father. Good daughter, there is a lot of humidity in this prison, you should go back quickly. ”

As if he didn't plan to say more, Luo Wencheng just patted Ziyi's hand lightly, then turned around and sat back on the straw mat, no longer speaking.

let the purple clothes burst into tears, but they refused to confide in them again.

Ziyi was puzzled, but there was no other way, so he had to turn around three times and leave this prison.

In the prison, a trace of struggle and hatred flashed in Luo Wencheng's eyes.

Sure enough, his daughter was gone.

He was not mistaken, those purple eyes, they were definitely not her daughter.

"Kaoru Duanmu - you did this to me." With his fists clenched, the corners of Luo Wencheng's mouth suddenly hooked up a strange arc.