Shen Yuli's vision was not very clear, and he vaguely knew that he was being dragged out of the mourning hall, but he had no power to resist.

I don't know how long it took, the bone-chilling coldness soaked his whole body from the bottom up, and he finally regained some consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had been tied to a log, and the whole person was immersed in a pool of water, leaving only my nostrils to gasp outside.

It's cold to the bone.

Shen Yuyu's right hand was wrapped in thick gauze, his face was gray, but he was full of smiles: "Fourth brother, how do you feel?" ”

Without waiting for Shen Yuli to answer, he stood still against a tree again, and continued to smile: "You probably don't know, this is an extremely rare cold pool in Kyoto, although it does not freeze all year round, it is a little colder than ice. As long as you soak here for a night, your blood can freeze you! My brother knows that you don't like to see blood, so I specially chose this clean place for you to return to the West, are you satisfied? ”

Shen Yuli gritted his teeth and endured the chill all over his body, and had no strength to answer his words.

Seeing this, Shen Yuyu smiled even deeper: "Don't blame my brother for being ruthless. If you are lucky, a fish will come and bite the rope for you within a day, and you will have a way to live; If any of the servants with a good conscience are willing to come and help you untie the rope, you still have a way to live. ”

With that, he smiled softly and turned around.

The guards and eunuchs were all from Fengyi Palace, and of course they all followed him without any suspense.

Shen Yuli watched a group of people walk away in the cold pool, and there was no anger in his eyes, only the back molars were biting painfully.

Overhead, the dark clouds that had been piling up all night were finally overwhelmed, and the rain poured down.

This is called Daigo empowerment, a blow to the head. Shen Yuli laughed at himself in his heart.

He once really thought that he could make a splash by enduring humiliation. That day, he was appreciated by Mrs. Zhao in the study, and he really thought that the road to Qingyun was at his feet.

Only now did I know what "wishful thinking" was.

Life is not a drama, and not every son in distress can be smooth sailing and shining after a blockbuster.

It's because he thinks things too simply, so today's catastrophe is really not wronged.

Shen Yuli moved his wrist hard, and his heart was filled with resentment.

The rope is not tightly tied, and the pool of water is not unfathomable. Shen Yuyu didn't lie to him, as long as someone came to save him, he could easily escape from the predicament.

It is precisely because of this that he is doubly unwilling at the moment.

When people are trapped in an extreme desperate situation, there is not much pain. The most painful thing is that the difficulty of the eye is obviously insignificant, but it is only a little bit worse.

He has no one in his hands.

A prince with no foundation is not worth the risk of anyone. What's more, the water in this pool is as cold as ice, and ordinary people will most likely fall into the root of some cold and dampness when they walk into the pool, and this price is not something that anyone is willing to bear.

Shen Yuyu's move can be said to be exhaustive, just to see that he is so unwilling, just to let him know that he is not a hidden dragon and a young phoenix, but a humble and pitiful ant that can't even climb over a small dirt slope.

Shen Yuli smiled bitterly: Murder, heart-wrenching.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the consciousness that had not been awake for a long time gradually became a little drowsy.

The water in the pool is too cold. The chill was like a knife cutting every inch of his skin and every drop of blood, and the wisps invaded the bone marrow, and the pain was unspeakable.

But it doesn't freeze numb. Shen Yuli didn't know how long he had been suffering, but he knew that the pain was endless. He guessed that the legendary punishment of Ling Chi was probably nothing more than that.

The thunder sounded, the wind and clouds moved, and thousands of rain arrows fell into the cold pool, and the vision was blurred. In the sound of dingdong, Shen Yuli seemed to hear the trampling of horses' hooves and the sound of luan bells, and he seemed to see the only person he knew - the squeaky little eunuch riding on a horse and galloping towards him.

A gust of wind blew, and a wild pheasant flew up from the trees beside him, dispelling the illusion in front of him. Shen Yuli looked up at the rain curtain and pulled the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly.

He laughed at his delusions when he was dying, and he would pin his hopes on a completely unreliable little eunuch.

It's just a meeting in Pingshui, how much righteousness can there be of master and servant, worthy of the little eunuch who escaped from the palace regardless of his own injuries and chased him here?

Don't be silly.

A rejected prince is silent when he is born, and no one should know about it after he dies, which is what he should be.

The more Shen Yuli thought about it, the more hopeless he felt, and the spirit of holding on finally gradually withered.

Before he fell unconscious, what flashed in his mind was a pink figure, a pair of slender little hands holding pills and staggering towards him, that little face should be disgusted and happy, bright and beautiful.