Song Yuxun was not polite, took the white sugar cake, opened the oil paper bag and took a bite of the soft and sweet white sugar cake, and then nodded: "Soft and glutinous and sweet, it is indeed good." ”

Song Yuchen smiled faintly: "But, look at it, in the slums at the foot of this royal city, there are still so many people who can't eat enough and don't have enough clothing. Song Yuchen said, pointing to the crooked house at their feet.

"She and I once met a little teenager here." Song Yuchen said: "It was also through her and through that little boy that I realized that the people who live here may not be all lazy people." ”

"They are affectionate and grateful, but because they are disabled or unable to find a way to earn a living, they become beggars."

Song Yuxun looked at Song Yuchen who was distracted, and laughed: "What? Missed her? If you really love her so much, how could you tolerate an outsider in the first place, bully her so badly, and force her to leave? ”

As he spoke, Song Yuxun's gaze moved from Song Yuchen's face to the barren slum, and he said to himself: "Actually, you and I are the same people. You and I are the same, selfish and cold. ”

"Brother Huang, I didn't want to ask you out today to talk about this. I want you to see this slum, and see how many people still live at the foot of the royal city; How many people live without food. ”

"Not to mention a meal, they can't even afford a very cheap sugar cake. Now that winter is coming, the days are getting more and more difficult. Does the imperial brother know that every winter, at the foot of the royal city alone, how many old, weak, sick and disabled people die of cold and starvation? ”

Song Yuxun looked at Song Yuchen, as if he was looking at another unknown person: "I didn't know that the king of Zhennan, who was so powerful on the battlefield, would care about the lives of other people. In the end, it's because of her. ”

Song Yuchen seemed to be a little embarrassed and turned his face away: "This king only fights with opponents, and disdains to exploit the weak people. ”

After a long while, Song Yuxun spoke: "Thank you for today's white sugar cake, what you said, I took it to heart and will deal with it." ”

After speaking, Song Yuxun turned around and walked in the direction of the sedan chair, turned his back to Song Yuchen, and waved at him: "If you can't let go of her, go find her." If it is a few days later, I am afraid that she will be robbed by others. ”

After speaking, Song Yu left without looking back. It's just that his back looks extremely lonely in Song Yuchen's eyes.

The draft hall is about to start soon, and maybe in the future, he will be like the emperors of all dynasties, sitting in the harem of 3,000 fandel. It's just that he will never be tempted by someone's smile again.

The height is unbearable, and the loneliness is so lonely that people can't guess their preferences, and he is the real emperor.

Song Yuchen waited until Song Yuxun walked away, and then casually stopped a sedan chair and walked towards the Xuanjia camp.

When they arrived at the dark and damp dungeon of the Xuanjia Battalion, the soldiers of the Xuanjia Battalion visited Song Yuchen and opened the door of the dungeon for Song Yuchen.

"How's he doing?" Song Yuchen asked. The person in Song Yuchen's mouth is naturally the white shopkeeper, the leader of Baiji Jade Workshop. Song Yuchen glanced at the prison from a distance, after so many days of torture, there was hardly a piece of intact skin on the white shopkeeper's body.

"Back to the prince, the white shopkeeper still refuses to confess, his injuries are serious, I am afraid that if he continues to be tortured, he will not survive." The soldiers of the Xuanjia Battalion said truthfully. Beside them, there was also Jin Ran, the chief of the guards.

In the past few days, in order to let the white shopkeeper explain his crimes one by one, Jin Ran also ran to the dungeon of the Xuanjia Camp.

The white shopkeeper had joined the army before, and even if he had retired for many years, he still had the toughness of a soldier on his body, and even if the executioner tried his best, he would rather die than confess.

It's a pity that such an iron-clad man followed An Dinghou and went the wrong way.

Song Yuchen walked towards the cell door where the white shopkeeper was and stopped in front of the white shopkeeper. Only then did he take a closer look at the injuries on the white shopkeeper's body, and said sincerely: "It's hard enough." ”

"Dog thief!" The white shopkeeper looked at Song Yuchen's gaze and almost burst into flames: "Shi Ke can not be killed, you don't have evidence of my collusion with the people in your house, why do you imprison me, why torture me?!" Where is the law of the king, where is the reason of heaven?! ”

The white shopkeeper knew that if he killed the collusion with Qin Ruoyun, maybe he would have a chance to live; But if Qin Ruoyun is confessed, Qin Ruoyun will not be able to live, and she will definitely not be able to live.

When Jin Ran heard this, he raised his foot and unceremoniously kicked the white shopkeeper's lower abdomen, kicking him out of a mouthful of blood.

"Looks like you're going to bite this thing to death." Song Yuchen was not annoyed in the face of the white shopkeeper's words, and nodded to himself: "That's good." ”

"Castrate him and put him to death." Song Yuchen finished speaking lightly, turned around and was about to leave.

The white shopkeeper was stunned. He was a complete man, and if he was castrated, it would ......

Song Yuchen is the prince, so naturally he will not say such things to deceive him.

He could endure the torture of whipping and burning, but the palace punishment was something he could never accept. He is a dignified seven-foot man, how can he accept the palace punishment? That's what the palace attendant he has always hated the most will accept!

To use palace punishment on him is more uncomfortable than killing him with a knife.

The punishment in the past few days had already exhausted him physically and mentally, and Song Yuchen's words seemed to open the last line of defense in his heart. Just as Jin Ran and several soldiers from the Xuanjia Battalion stepped forward and took him off the execution rack, he spoke, "Wait. ”

Song Yuchen, who walked to the door of the dungeon, heard this, his face was still unfazed, but he listened to his footsteps in time, waiting for the words behind the white shopkeeper.

"I'll recruit you." The white shopkeeper said helplessly.

In the Xuanjia camp, after the white shopkeeper finished writing the confession, Song Yuchen put the confession in his sleeve and left the Xuanjia camp with Jin Ran one after another.

After the confession of the white shopkeeper, Song Yuchen not only knew about the past, but also determined...... On Shi Qingran's way back, it was Qin Ruoyun who asked the white shopkeeper to find someone and made a killing move against Shi Qingran on the winding mountain road.

When Song Yuchen thought of this, he was afraid for a while, and his hatred for Qin Ruoyun and the white shopkeeper was even more. If Shi Wuyue hadn't followed Shi Qingran to Qishan at the beginning, I'm afraid Shi Qingran would have already been in a different place.

"Lord Wang." Jin Ran said: "Weichen doesn't understand anything again. ”

"Speak."

"Since you can talk to the shopkeeper like this, you can naturally secretly ...... Concubine Yun" Jin Ran said, reaching out and making a gesture on his neck to wipe his neck: "Click......"

"But why bother so much?"