When I woke up, I had returned to Shen's house, and it hurt so much, and it hurt like a tear in my neck.

His brows furrowed, and his newly awake consciousness was a little blurred.

On the top, only the gold thread embroidered on the tent is pasted into a ball, and it is impossible to see what is embroidered.

I didn't die, I hurt in vain.

Jiang Yu saved her, did she feel that dying so easily was cheaper for her.

This person is really ruthless, how can he let go of the Shen family.

Could it be that her whole family must be buried for his mother's concubine, so that he will give up.

The house was burning with warm red carbon, and I vaguely remember that when she killed herself, it seemed to be spring.

It's been so long.

Spring has gone and autumn has come, and three seasons have passed.

After all this time, my neck still hurts like this.

Yuwei reached out from the quilt to touch the wound, and her fingertips touched a soft layer of white cloth.

As soon as Ronghua pushed the door open, she saw her girl lying on the bed weakly, stroking the wrapped white cloth.

"Girl!"

The panicked and happy maid crawled to the head of the bed, tears in her eyes.

"The girl is finally awake."

On that day in the grassland, the young man who opened the curtain and entered hugged a girl covered in blood, his eyes were closed, his lips were white, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, his neck was wrapped in black cloth, and blood was constantly oozing.

Frightened, she went to call the doctor, and when she returned, the boy was wrapping a clean white cloth around the girl's injured neck.

The doctor checked the pulse and said, "Fortunately, the bandaging was timely, and the medicine applied to this wound had a miraculous effect, and the bleeding would be fine if it stopped." ”

When the boy left, he threw her a bottle of medicine and told her to change it every seven days.

The voice that has not been spoken for a long time is a little hoarse, and it is very unpleasant.

"Velvet flowers... My mom and dad. ”

"The prince and the princess went to Jiangnan to seek healing, but they didn't know about it yet."

"You don't need to tell them, it's just sad."

"Yes."

After a pause, she asked.

"Where's Jiang Yu?"

Ronghua shook her head and said, "The fifth prince has not been here. ”

"Hmm...", the expected hard-hearted.

"Girl..."Velvet stopped talking, wanting to ask her why she killed herself.

"My aunt killed his mother, and I want to give him his life."

As soon as she spoke, Yuwei knew what she wanted to ask and answered her truthfully.

Ronghua couldn't cry anymore, and Yuwei raised her hand and touched her.

She cried: "I'm scared to death the slave maid, but fortunately the girl is fine." ”

When she saw that the girl was covered in blood, she thought that if she went, she would follow.

In fact... Yuwei wanted to die on that day, so Jiang Yu would never attack the Shen family again.

The current situation is illusory.

Jiang Yu is emotionally uncertain and elusive, one moment he laughs and talks about Fengyue, and the next moment he will choke his throat and put people to death.

Velvet untied the wrapped white cloth and changed the dressing for her.

"This is the last time to change the medicine, and I don't need to change it in the future."

The white cloth was unraveled layer by layer, revealing pale pink centipede scars.

It's all right.

"This wound is already healed, why does it still hurt so much?"

"The fifth prince said that this medicine will cause severe pain but will not leave a scar."

Such...

When the ointment touched her skin, it was really a trembling pain, and she gritted her teeth and endured it.

felt that the girl cared about the affairs of the Five Highnesses, and Ronghua would listen to them recently, about the things of the Five Highnesses, and chose to talk about them.

"Girl, I heard that the Taifu who taught the Fifth Highness was pressed into prison by order of His Majesty."

His Majesty wants to increase taxes, and the Taifu asks for a performance.

The two had a dispute in the Qinzheng Palace, and His Majesty was angry and wanted to divide the five horses of Taifu into corpses to set an example.

Let's see who else dares to put their beaks.

Outside the window, the world is covered with a flawless white snow quilt.

Snowflakes fell like torn cotton wool, covering the sky, and the eyes were dazzling snow white.

Fragments of light leaped into the cold eyes.

This year, due to the drought in Linzhou, the harvest has been halved, and it has become difficult to eat a full stomach, and if the tax is increased, it will be tantamount to making things worse, and tens of thousands of people will starve to death.

Taifu advised that this move was not for the posthumous fame, not for the reputation of the posthumous life, but only for the people of the world to earn a corner of the land and have the power to breathe.

The literati are easy to break but unyielding, not afraid of life and death, and have great righteousness.

For more than ten years of teachers and students, Taifu awarded him poems and books, which is the way of the king, and he is the only person Jiang Yu is close to in this world.

If Taifu died, he must be very sad.

——

Dali Temple Prison.

The heavy door slowly opened, and the smell of blood and decay rushed to the face.

The thin figure did not enter the darkness behind the entrance, and the black boots stepped into the damp and uneven road.

walked straight until Jiang Yu saw a dying old man in a cell.

Sitting at the table, the blood stains of the whipping condensed into dark red blood scabs.

People who have always been neat and clean, with their hair hanging down and their backs still straight, are still upright in this dark prison that is feared by the people in the name of torture.

The door was opened, and the old man looked up a little slowly, and when he saw him, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he smiled kindly and a little reproachfully.

"It's still here, really, Your Highness shouldn't have come."

Jiang Yu sat opposite the old man and asked, "Why don't you listen to persuasion." ”

He came here to ask why.

A few days ago, the young man wrote a letter to persuade him not to act rashly.

Knowing that his father has never liked the advice of his ministers, knowing that his father has become more and more mediocre in recent years, and knowing that someone has been killed in front of him, why should he be sent to death like a moth to a fire.

The old man sighed faintly.

"Your Highness doesn't know that the minister has experienced a drought, and his brother was sold into a high-ranking family for a bag of wheat on behalf of his minister."

"Later, the minister borrowed money to redeem his brother, but he learned that in the year he was sold, his brother was thrown into the tiger garden by the master's family, fought with the beast, and died in the belly of the tiger, and those people made fun of it."

A sack of wheat is a heavy life.

"Due to the drought, Linzhou is already miserable, and the lives are miserable, and no more taxes can be paid."

"The drought is a natural disaster, and the minister is powerless to stop it."

"Compared with so many human lives, the minister's life is not worth mentioning, the minister is old, and he can't live for a few years, so it's better to take this old life to Bo Yibo."

His chest was like a boulder, and he got up and walked away in silence.

Walking to the door, the young man stopped, did not look back, and only asked: "If there is no such thing, will Taifu still choose like this." ”

The old man understood that the boy was referring to his brother's tragic death, and if this had not happened, would he have chosen to fight the fire with a moth, and the old man fell into a long contemplation.

There was silence behind him for a long time, and Wen Sheng replied to him firmly.

"Yes."

If someone else said it, he didn't believe a word, and he would secretly curse a word of hypocrisy, but the person who said things as innocent as a child was his teacher, who had been with him for more than ten years, and the teacher had never lied, so he believed it.

The boy looked up and smiled at the light that came out of the window, and a thin snowflake drifted in and slowly melted on the dirty ground.

The smile is still bright, but there is a little sadness and unhappiness.

It's stupid to die for nothing.

A literati who is arrogant, the cold does not wither, and he sacrifices meaninglessly for the sake of the Songyun Festival.

"You don't have to work for the old minister, Your Highness cherishes it."

As if he had guessed what he was going to do, the old man said.

The young man who was walking on the damp corridor stopped for a moment, his back was thin and empty, as if a howling cold wind was constantly passing through his hollow and weak body.

His throat rolled hard, his lips moved a little, and finally he was speechless, and Jiang Yu swallowed it back with a sour and raw mouth.

Immediately, it slowly disappeared from the old man's blurred vision.

The tears finally broke the embankment, and the old man bent his tenacious and unyielding back.

has been an official for decades, and he is worthy of the royal family, the people, and his heart.

After his death, the young man has no one to care about in this world, no one knows the warmth and coldness, and no one worries about his safety.

So, a stomach full of sorrow poured in, and the old man cried bitterly.