In the dark cell, the light of a bean-sized candle barely illuminates the world, and above the candlelight is a ventilation hole the size of a human head, although it can barely keep the air circulating in the room, it can not eliminate the rotten smell that fills every corner. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The crown prince was curled up in a straw-paved straw nest, his eyes were glazed, and he had not seen the sun for a long time, so that his skin was a little sickly pale, and the fine brocade robe had long been dirty, and even a thick layer of oil stains on the collar and cuffs, which were the clothes he wore when he went to the banquet for the last time, but before the banquet began, he was thrown into this prison by the soldiers who suddenly broke in.

He struggled, begged, and even bribed the jailer with the jade pendant he carried, but in exchange for the news of Qin's invasion of Wei. When he learned what was going on, the prince suddenly quieted down, he knew that no matter what he did, it would be in vain, so it was better to wait patiently, maybe it won't be long before a turnaround would appear.

But as time passed, nothing happened, and everyone seemed to have forgotten that there had ever been such a person, that no one had come to see him, that no one had sent him news, and that even after the last bit of value had been looted, the jailer did not come. When the old slave who delivered the meal limped in, the prince mourned and walked to the prison door numbly, and took a bowl of clear soup and a black bun handed over by the old slave, which was his ration for the day.

The sound at the door of the cell is a little early today, but it doesn't matter, as long as there is food.

The prince rolled up his greasy sleeves and staggered to the door of the cell, waiting for the arrival of the old slave who delivered food.

"Huh?"

Prince Mourning sniffed hard, and there was a familiar smell of rouge from afar, and the fragrance wafted into the depths of Prince Mourning's brain, gently awakening the dusty memory for a long time.

"Shoji! Cure it! Is that you! Is that you! ”

A voiceless cry came out of his throat, which had not been spoken for a long time, and the prince mourned as if he had seen the dawn of hope, and clung to the cell door and shook it wildly, as if this was the only way to fully express the stirring in his heart.

Around the corner, a white-clothed man came and quietly walked to the door of the prince's mourning, seeing the prince's mourning so downcast, the bottom of his heart couldn't help but tremble, is this still the high-spirited and suave prince of Daqin!

"Open the prison door!"

The jailer who was waiting next to him hurriedly stepped forward, unlocked the door, and walked into the cell with his head bowed with a food box of eight treasures, intending to sit with him, but found that there was not even a place to stay.

"Zhi, Zhizhi, I knew you wouldn't give up on me, I knew you would come! You're here to take me away, aren't you? ”

The crown prince grabbed Ji Zhi's arm, not noticing that he had grabbed his arm and turned blue.

What to do? How to answer him? Looking at this man who had protected himself, he suddenly didn't know how to say it, should he be indifferent? Should it be deceived? Or should it be merciful? Looking at the hopeful gaze of the crown prince, Ji Zhi suddenly nodded.

"Go home, eat your fill, and we'll go home!"

The prince mourned that he didn't notice the strangeness of Ji Zhi at all, at this time his attention was completely focused on the Eight Treasures Food Box, four meats, four vegetables and eight exquisite side dishes, which completely aroused the hunger in his heart, and he couldn't remember the last time he ate such a meal. The dry hands that were as black as chicken feet directly grabbed the dishes on the plate, and the prince devoured them, letting the soup swoon the clothes one by one.

At the bottom of the eight treasure box is a small wine jug, and the charcoal fire used for heat preservation around it completely stimulates the strong aroma in the wine, and as soon as the lid is opened, the rich aroma of the wine immediately gushes out, causing the prince who is immersed in eating to stop his movements suddenly.

"It's ...... Osmanthus stuffed! ”

"Yes! It's your favorite osmanthus stuff! With a smile on his face, he reached out and took out the jug that was just right.

The prince mourned his hands full of oil and water, wiped his body indiscriminately, and then carefully took the wine jug, closed his eyes, his nose reached the mouth of the pot and took a deep breath, the prince mourned and said to Ji Zhi with a smile: "This pot of wine is at least more than five years, you have a heart, I'm afraid it cost a lot of money, and when I go back, I'll make it up for you!" ”

"Seven years and two months." Ji Zhi's eyes were a little red, and he lowered his head and said: "Or when I first entered the prince's mansion, you rewarded me, originally I buried it in the courtyard, this time I entered the Wei State as a hostage, before leaving, I got it out and took it with me, I thought that life here is not easy, I bring more altar wine, I can give you a solution to your cravings, which Cheng wants to bump all the way, there are only so many ...... left"

"Ugh." The crown prince sighed, patted Ye Zhi's shoulder and said, "If it's gone, it's gone, and when I go back, I'll go to my father's inventory and steal some out." ”

After speaking, he raised his head and took a beautiful sip directly at the spout.

As soon as the wine entered his throat, the rich aroma suddenly traveled everywhere along the blood vessels, making the prince mourn a feeling of fluttering immortals.

"Woohoo."

The prince mourned that he felt as if he was having some auditory hallucinations, why was there still crying in this cell, could it be Ji Zhi? It shouldn't be, he got out of the sea of suffering, it was a happy event, why did he cry?

The prince tried his best to see the person in front of him, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick fog, and the two were clearly close at hand, but they couldn't see clearly, his throat seemed to be burned by strong wine, and he couldn't make a sound, and suddenly two hot streams fell down his nose, and suddenly dyed his dirty robe.

Slowly wiping his hand under his nose, the prince put his hand in front of him with difficulty, and it was still a blur in front of him, but the bright red color was so shocking.

"Why! Why! Why! ”

The prince was speechless, but the out-of-tune sound squeezed out of his throat made Ji Zhi understand what he meant.

Zhi held the hand of the crown prince's mourning, he was already crying, he was no longer the little dancing girl at the beginning, with the support of King Anli, he had come to the front of the stage openly, you are the Longyang Jun of Wei, if you want to keep your power and status, between King Anli and the prince mourning, he must make a choice, this time, he chose King Anli.

The bleeding prince lay in the grass nest he had built, holding the small wine jug tightly in his hand!

After wiping away his tears, he walked out into the sunlight again, and a black-clothed guard walked over to him and knelt on one knee.

"Prince, the soldiers are ready and ready to set off at any time."

Ji Zhi said with a cold face: "Go, check the Proton Mansion, remember, don't miss one!" In addition, the jailers on duty here today are also involved in the prince's mourning, so they are all arrested together. ”

"No!" (To be continued.) )