"You and Hengyuan-kun...... Is that all? Lan Zhijun's expression was very calm, "What about the others?" ”

Bai Ling tilted his head slightly, "Lan Zhijun thinks, what else will Heng Yuanjun tell me?" ”

"Did he tell you that the palace people who were sent to Huizhou by Bai Siyao back then......" Lan Zhijun said in a low voice, "None of them survived?" ”

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and did not react for a while.

"What...... Miyato? ”

Lan Zhijun chuckled, "It turns out that Bai Siyao doesn't remember, back then in Chuxiu Palace, you used the technique of wishing you to make a few palace people tell the truth." ”

Lan Zhijun looked at the girl in front of her with deep eyes, "Soon after those palace people were beaten into the Shen Punishment Division, you pleaded with the saint and let them go to Huizhou. ”

Bai Ling's hand trembled slightly.

"You personally sent them out of the palace gate, and they thanked you." Lan Zhijun's voice was very soft, and with a slight smile, "But their carriage didn't even go out of the ten miles after leaving the gate of Pingjing City...... Do you want to hear how they died? ”

Bai Ling's expression was already stiff.

“…… Where did you get your news from? Bai Ling's brow was already furrowed.

"Huh." Lan Zhijun's eyes lowered, "Si Yao doesn't seem to believe it yet...... Maybe the next time you see Han Chong again, you can ask him in person how he received his order in the first place, and how he got rid of those palace people who left the palace for the Holy Lord. ”

Bai Ling's face gradually turned pale.

"Do you feel guilty, do you blame yourself?" Lan Zhijun said softly, "Of course you don't have a heart, but these people are really implicated by you and die because of you." You think you'll be able to keep them, but in reality you can only choose a way to die for them.

"Either they die in the Penal Division, or they die in the countryside." Lan Zhijun smiled, "This is not the first time that the old emperor has played such a trick...... pretended to release people on the face, and then hurt the killer behind the back.

"Who can you save?" Lan Zhijun asked softly, "You can't even save yourself." ”

Bai Ling's throat moved.

She looked at Lan Zhijun in front of her, and only felt that today's Lan Zhijun looked a little more calm than usual.

"Did Heng Yuanjun tell you the story of that snowy night?" Lan Zhijun asked again.

"What...... Traveling on a snowy night? ”

Lan Zhijun lowered her eyes and smiled, "The next time you see him, you can ask him what happened in Pingjing City in the winter of the seventeenth year of Jianxi." ”

Seventeen years of Jianxi......

"Of course, he should have only known about it in the thirty-fifth year of Jianxi." Lan Zhijun said with a smile, his gaze swept to the orchid nearby, "It's hard to live in the world, and it's not a good feeling to be alone...... If there's anything I owe him, it's probably this one. ”

Bai Ling silently listened to Lan Zhijun's emotion, feeling a burst of surprise in his heart, but also full of confusion.

After a long time, she suddenly remembered something, and asked with some uncertainty.

"Thirty-five years of Jianxi...... Is it the year of the death of the first prince in Qinyuan? ”

Lan Zhijun nodded.

After a while, he added softly, "Speaking of which, the Queen Mother was also imprisoned in Cining Palace in that year. ”

Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun in front of him, and really sighed in his heart, "...... Who are you? ”

Lan Zhijun did not answer.

At this moment, the two swallows flew into their nest on the eaves through the hollow wooden window above the golden pavilion.

Lan Zhijun and Bai Ling both heard the voice, and at the same time looked up at the source of the voice.

“…… Who am I? ”

Bai Ling heard Lan Zhijun muttering in a low voice.

……

In the prison of Dali Temple, time flies very slowly.

Several people carried the unconscious Han Chong off the wooden frame, and then roughly threw him into the cell next door to Heng Yuanjun.

The flesh slammed to the ground with a dull sound, and several officials withdrew, wrapping arm-thick chains around the door and locking them again. The sound of chains clashing with iron bars sounded almost deafening in the deep corridors of the dungeon.

But Han Chong lay on the ground, there was no reaction, and he didn't even have the strength to get himself up from the ground.

After locking the cell door, the officials did not leave immediately, but turned and went to the next cell.

Han Chong's gaze was originally just looking in the direction of the corridor casually, until he heard the familiar sound of footsteps—he suddenly realized that Ming Gong was next door at this moment.

Even in the dungeon, the officials did not dare to deal a heavy hand on the Hengyuan monarchs.

Although the jailers didn't know the identity of this person, from Sun Ge's attitude towards him, everyone understood that this was not an object they could afford to provoke.

Even if they didn't do anything, Heng Yuanjun would already be as weak as a piece of withered grass and fallen leaves on an autumn day, and if they dragged them as rough as they escorted the other prisoners, I was afraid that this pale and frail young man would already be dying before he had even climbed the steps of the dungeon.

So the jailers scolded Heng Yuanjun and asked Heng Yuanjun to leave quickly, but no one dared to step forward and push him.

When he passed in front of Han Chong's prison door, Heng Yuanjun stopped.

He looked sideways and saw his former subordinate lying on the ground covered in blood at the moment, Heng Yuanjun's hand grabbed the iron fence outside the prison door, and then slowly leaned over and squatted down.

Han Chong wanted to shout a statement, but as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a violent cough that was itchy and unbearable.

The smell of blood permeated his entire mouth, and at this moment, the bloodshot, bruised eyelids could not be raised, and he could only see the white figure not far away, but just the outline, he could also recognize people.

"Stop talking." Heng Yuanjun said softly.

Han Chong tried his best to adjust his breathing, and the coughing slowly stopped, only his left hand still barely had strength in his limbs, and he supported the ground, struggling little by little to move towards the cell door.

The jailers immediately drew their sticks from their waists to strike.

Heng Yuanjun's face turned a few points towards the jailer, and he whispered, "Stop." ”

The voice was not too high, and Heng Yuanjun himself obviously did not pose much of a threat, but the jailers were still slightly startled by this sudden order—even they themselves did not understand why they were frightened by the scolding of the person in front of them.

The fear dissipated after a moment, and a young jailer gasped and muttered softly, "Yo-ho? Then his eyebrows were upside down, and he raised his hand to raise a stick to teach Heng Yuanjun to be a man, and when the people near saw him, they hurriedly rushed up and collectively held him down.

Heng Yuanjun didn't look at the chaos behind him at all.

After Han Chong finally moved nearby, he slowly stretched out his hand through the iron fence of the prison.

Han Chong used his last strength to turn himself over, so that he could look up at Ming Gong outside, he tried his best to speak, but the voice he made was hoarse and not like a human, and even he couldn't understand it.

Looking at each other, Han Chong had no choice but to speak silently.

- I didn't, to say anything, not to ...... Ming Gong's words.

Heng Yuanjun looked at him with lowered eyes and replied silently.

- I know.

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