Songquan didn't dare to move Ruan Huai, so he had to cast a look for help at Li Qiao, who was guarding in front of the palace gate.

But Li Qiao pretended not to see it, after all, he had already suffered from the cold light knife of the new emperor because of the mention of the word "Ruan Huai".

The current new emperor is not easy to mess with.

Fortunately, there was no stalemate for long, the hall was gently opened inside, and the dancer in the red dress walked out with her head bowed in an orderly manner.

That touch of red, and some of them were still sorting out the cloud veils that had slipped off their shoulders and wanted to hang them or not, Ruan Huai felt dazzled after only a few glances.

Ruan Huai closed his eyes for a moment, and suddenly felt that he had no strength, so he threw the sword in his hand.

Songquan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and quickly withdrew his sword.

Soon, it was Gonggong Jiang who came out and ordered: "Your Majesty is tired, and you will be tried again at a later date." ”

Ruan Huai took a deep breath, didn't care whether he resisted the will or not, and suddenly got up from the ground.

It's just that she knelt for too long after all, and when she got up, her legs had no support, and she fell down on her knees again, her calf shin bone slammed heavily on the edge of the stone steps, and her two small hands held the iron lock, pressing the lines engraved on the corners of the stone steps, and she took a light breath in pain.

It seemed that a small patch of white ash was blinded in front of his eyes, and a row of eyelashes was irritated uncomfortably, becoming more and more sour.

It's like a butterfly shackled by a fine and dense net, flapping its wings over and over again, the more it gets entangled, the more painful it becomes, but it still wants to break free.

Ruan Huai inhaled softly and inhaled again.

I want to squeeze out all the sourness.

Then, with all his might, he climbed up the cold stone steps again, and walked towards the door of the temple, which was not completely closed.

Gonggong Jiang was startled by Ruan Huai, who suddenly stood up, and hurriedly asked General Li Qiao to stop the criminal.

Li Qiao answered, but only symbolically stopped, was slapped open by the chain in Ruan Huai's hand, and took a few steps back exaggeratedly.

Father-in-law Jiang: "......"

He sensed what was going on, and he didn't change his face and stepped back.

There was a rich fragrance floating in the main hall, filling all of Ruan Huai's senses, making her whole body resist.

Ruan Huai tried his best to get rid of those messy pictures in his mind, but his two feet were too painful, and he was barely shaking when he walked, and he just walked into the inner hall a few steps, and his ankle accidentally stepped on the iron lock, and he fell down suddenly, and his toes were hooked by chains, and the corners of his eyes turned red in pain.

Ruan Huai was so angry that he raised his hand that was torn heavy by the chains, smashed the ground, endured the infinitely spreading grievances in his heart, and looked around the hall with red eyes.

The main hall is full of grace and luxury, and on the steps covered with brown blankets, there are a few jugs of wine and a few unfinished books on the table.

Behind the table, a cold black robe hung down on the edge of the couch.

Ruan Huai blinked his eyes slightly, bit his lips and teeth, and got up from the ground.

Ruan Huai endured the pain and stepped up the steps step by step, came to the table, lowered his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and saw Gu Yutang, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

The last time I saw him, it was in Hanzhou.

He personally sent her out of Hanzhou, and she turned back on horseback, and saw her young man dressed in military arms, and even his farewell posture was still upright and rigorous.

She said she would soon return to Beijing to look for him.

He said yes.

Now Ruan Huai has returned to Beijing.

His hands and feet were chained and brought to him as a criminal.

And Gu Yutang, who came into view at this moment, seemed to be a different person.

Obviously, this person still has a natural cold and arrogant atmosphere, but he is not as rigorous as before. He lay disheveled on a large couch, his half-open neck pit dyed the crimson of drunkenness, and his loose sleeves exposed his slender fingers, the tips of which seemed to rest on the margins of the unfinished book.

The contours are deep, and the eyelashes are closed, as if they have fallen asleep.

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