Chapter Seventy-Six: The Scourge of Prison
In Zhengyang Palace, the cold hall is cool, although it is a pearl foil silver screen, Xuanxiao Danque, but there is no slightest temperature.
It turned out that he had left her alone in this palace for so long, and now I am afraid that I will lose her again.
Hu Lu Sanrin was depressed and depressed, and the red figure always floated in his mind.
He's not stupid, how can he not know his feelings? I really fell in love with her.
"Li You, are you doing well?" The sound bounced to the four walls, making a buzzing sound, and it seemed particularly empty.
"You said I couldn't stand you anymore, do I have to bear another person?" The voice of the three rafters was filled with incomparable pain.
If Li You knew, he would pretend not to care, but he was in a hurry.
She won't let the person she likes have the slightest trouble, maybe he doesn't have a place in his heart anymore.
Hu Lu Sanrin meditated alone for a long time, and then paced out the door, the sun outside was dazzling, and his eyes were a little unable to open.
He stretched out his hand to block it, and saw several dark shadows approaching, which should be the people of the internal guard.
"Did anyone find it?" His tone was not as relaxed as before.
"Report to the emperor, there are some clues, but ......" The man hesitated and did not speak.
"But what?" Hu Lu Sanrin glanced at the few people kneeling on the ground with some impatience.
One respectfully presented a strip of cloth with a few lines of small print on it.
"Lord Zhao is in my hands, how many days she can live depends on you, Hu Lu three rafters."
The three rafters waved disdainfully, and the white cloth fell to the ground gently.
"Was he so sure I was going to save her?" The three rafters of Hu Lu have always been most annoyed that someone is trying to spy on his mind, and this person will definitely die.
"Your Majesty, we have no way to judge where this person is, and we should be punished."
The three rafters made a gesture to stop them from continuing, and then brushed their sleeves away.
Everyone was stunned, could they just leave like this, and they couldn't help but feel cold.
In a dungeon, the dim candle flame was cast on the stone wall, and there was a burst of footsteps.
Zhao Xinjiao raised her hand lightly and brushed away the messy long hair that covered her vision, and the strands of her hair were tangled together because they were stained with red blood and coagulated into lumps.
When one person stood still in front of her and laughed contemptuously, she didn't think so, but said slowly: "Your wishful thinking is wrong. "I don't know that my voice is broken and hoarse, and even Zhao Xinjiao herself is unpleasant.
"Haha, you're so sure you have no weight in his heart?"
Zhao Xinjiao just laughed: "He has too much to manage, how can he see me, you really caught the wrong person, the chips you want are dead." ”
"Don't be so pessimistic, he's been looking for you these days." That person has the same figure and face as Xiao Jiu, but the soul is not.
She was very sure that this was just the puppet with Xiao Jiu's body, and the one with the soul should be by Nan Tang's side.
The world is back to silence. Zhao Xinjiao curled up in a corner, hugging herself tightly.
It's not that she's not vulnerable, but the cruel reality forces her to stand strong on a high place.
She doesn't have Mu Nantang's good background, let alone Yi Yujie's peerless medical skills, she is not as smart and wise as Wang Sampan, and she hasn't studied for a few years, so she really has low self-esteem in the face of them.
I always fantasize that there will be someone who will embrace me in the future, and the three rafters of Hulu that everyone has to look up to will be my beloved?
She's really cowardly, she doesn't want to know the answer at all, just keep the status quo, and it doesn't matter if she dies in prison.
Because he won't come to save himself at all.