Black clouds in the sky overwhelmed the city.

There was a long wind with a bitter chill from top to bottom, whistling through the cornices of Saga, lifting the wide clothes of the palace ladies who came and went.

But the footsteps of men are more urgent than the wind.

Jing Changjia suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and almost ran close to the temple gate in the distance.

There was already a stern-looking old woman waiting at the door. As soon as she saw Jing Changjia, the old lady hurriedly took a few steps to meet her: "Your Highness in the clouds, you can count it!" ”

Jing Changjia didn't stop, hurriedly swept past her, and asked in a deep voice, "How is my aunt?" ”

As soon as she heard him ask, the old lady's eyes suddenly turned red. She followed Jing Changjia forward and said in a low voice: "The imperial doctor said that it was not very good......

As soon as the words fell, Jing Changjia stepped into the hall.

In the palace, which used to be bright and warm, it was now dim and silent, and even the candlelight was shrouded in an eerie coolness. Only the sharp shouts of the wind under the eaves overwhelmed people.

Jing Changjia inexplicably felt that a chill spread up his spine.

But he didn't care about anything else, but turned sharply to the inner room. It seemed that the footsteps were heavier, and the moment he stepped into the inner room, Yang Yiheng, who was lying on the side of the bed, looked up.

He looked about eight or nine years old, and when he saw Jing Changjia, he couldn't help crying: "Brother! Come and see the queen mother......"

This cry broke the silence in the room, and the queen, who had been dazed in bed, opened her eyes suddenly.

She turned her head with a withered face, stretched out her hand towards Jing Changjia with tears in her eyes, and said angrily: "Brother Jia." ”

Jing Changjia rushed to the bed in a few steps and held the thin hand tightly: "Auntie, I'm here." ”

"Jia Ge'er, Jia Ge'er......" the queen held him with her backhand, "...... in the future You help your aunt look at Brother Heng. ”

"Don't say that!" Jing Changjia's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "It's going to get better, you believe me." What about the Imperial Doctor?! ”

The queen smiled lightly, she looked at the two children in front of her, and clenched Jing Changjia's hand with the only strength she had left: "You and Brother Heng are the closest brothers. My aunt entrusted Brother Heng to you......"

She was already extremely weak, her voice getting weaker and weaker the more she spoke, and the last note could be heard a few steps.

"Auntie, Brother Heng is my younger brother, I will naturally take care of him." Jing Changjia hurriedly assured with red eyes, "You can relax and treat your illness well, and you will get better." ”

"Brother Jia'er, you are a good boy...... Aunt believes in you. ”

The queen let go of his hand and extended it to her only son.

Her brother Heng always had a stiff face in the past, and he looked the most stable. But at this time, his eyes were red and swollen, and it was clear that he was just a child who had not grown up.

Yang Yiheng pressed his face against his mother's hand. The queen opened her eyes, tears kept slipping from the corners of her eyes, and she was reluctant to blink.

"Brother Heng, you have to listen to your brother. No matter what the situation is in the future, you have to trust your brother......"

This is the last aftermath of her life.

The thin hand hung limply, and the wind screeched violently.

Yang Yiheng, who was lying on his stomach on the side of the bed, suddenly turned around and pounced on Jing Changjia, crying: "Brother! ”

He wrapped his hands around Jing Changjia's shoulders and firmly hugged his brother's neck.

Yang Yiheng's strength was so fierce that Jing Changjia only felt that his breath was stagnant, and something cold and slippery quickly wrapped around his neck, and suddenly tightened his strength.

The wind outside the hall was like a cry, and the things that were wrapped around the neck became colder and colder.

Yang Yiheng's tearful eyes turned scarlet, he looked at his brother who was already out of breath in front of him, and said softly: "Brother, look, you said that you would take care of me, why do you ...... Want to leave me? ”

"Uh......" Jing Changjia raised his neck in pain. He looked at the queen behind Yang Yiheng, who was still cold, and didn't know what was happening.

"Brother, brother......" Yang Yiheng approached him and pressed his face to face, "Why did you leave me-"

The roar was like thunder, and Jing Changjia's pupils suddenly dilated.

“！！！”

"Squeak-"

Jing Changjia sat up in shock.

His chest continued to rise and fall, and he gasped for breath like a dilapidated bellows. Cold sweat fell from his forehead down his cheeks one by one, and the thin middle coat on his body was already soaked in a short period of time.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his neck. Under a thin layer of flesh and skin are blood vessels that beat hard.

There was nothing strange on his neck, let alone Yang Yiheng's hands.

"It's a dream......" Jing Changjia suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Raising his eyes and scanning everything in front of him, he laughed at himself again: "Of course it's a dream. ”

What catches the eye is a mottled and filthy wall, densely packed with old, thick wood, that divides the space. Not far from his feet were scattered five or six withered straws, and farther away there were some old stains that were almost black, and it was impossible to tell whether they were blood or mud.

The dim light made everything in front of him seem a little ghostly.

This is the pacification prison where Yang Yiheng personally opened his mouth and asked him to come as a "guest".

The Human Pacification Division, the Underground Yamamon.

How could the little cousin, who had already ascended the throne as emperor three years ago, come to such a place to look for him.

"Alas......" Jing Changjia shook his head and sighed, moving his ankle in some discomfort.

He had injured his leg a few years earlier. The prison was dark and damp, and after sleeping like this, his legs were a little sore.

A big gray and black rat was stealing meat from the dinner plate at Jing Changjia's feet. As soon as he moved, the big rat jumped up in shock, picked up the fat belly and flew to the wall, clinging to the wall and escaping to the adjacent cell.

Thinking of the mouse cry he heard the moment he woke up, Jing Changjia raised his eyebrows, stared at it and quipped: "I didn't expect that one day, you and I will eat at the same table." ”

He was the only one in the cell on this floor of the Zhenfu Prison, and it was so quiet that even the sound of his own breathing was noisy. There are more mice, which makes Jing Changjia feel more lively after a long time.

Only this excitement was fleeting, and the big rat dragged the meat and didn't know where it went.

Jing Changjia's smiling face gradually closed, sighed slowly, and stretched out his legs to kick the plate farther away.

Before he came to this place, modern medicine had discovered more than fifty diseases transmitted by rats. Many diseases are also highly contagious. If he is unlucky and accidentally provokes the plague, he may have to be buried in this imperial city.

It's not good, it's not good.

It was because he saved people that he had a second chance to live. You can't have a second life yourself, but because you don't fight hunger, you lose the only life of others.

Thinking of this, Jing Changjia kicked the plate farther away. He wasn't hungry anyway, so he didn't need much to eat.

Kicking and kicking, Jing Changjia's movements suddenly stopped.

He stared blankly at the messy dinner plate, and it took him a long time to come to his senses, turn around and slowly put back the collapsed pile of straw behind him. The straw became fluffy again, and slowly fell again.

The straw fell again with his movements, Jing Changjia looked at the dark ceiling, and thought: he has lived in this Dahong Dynasty for fifteen years, and he has almost forgotten what it is like to sleep on a latex mattress in the twenty-first century.

It certainly won't be the taste of "straw has been cold like iron for many years".

Jing Changjia thought of this and smiled briefly. Thanks to the frightening silence in the prison, he had a lot of free time to think and think, and gouged out the past days from the depths of his memory.

He was originally just the most ordinary college student in the 21st century, and his past life was so uneventful that there was nothing to say. Only the school is maverick, and military training begins in the sophomore year. And when he was in military training, he fell down the mountain in order to save people.

After a whirlwind, this unheard of Dahong Dynasty came.

When the eldest princess was his mother, the general was his father. This is a completely different natural wealth from the previous life. What's even more coincidental is that this new pair of parents actually has the faces of his biological parents.

Jing Changjia once guessed that this might be his previous life, or maybe he fell into a parallel world. After all, after having a familiar relative, he quickly accepted his new life.

As the only son of the eldest princess and the general of the dynasty, and the king of Yunzhong County who was personally appointed by the Son of Heaven, Jing Changjia's life was once very comfortable.

It's a pity...... Such a calm and warm new life is fleeting.

That year, Jing Changjia was not yet thirteen. The news that the general had been killed and died on the battlefield was brought back by the Eight Hundred Miles Urgent Report.

The Son of Heaven was furious. The eldest princess vomited blood in grief and couldn't afford to get sick. Just a year later, it followed.

In the past year, the border affairs were in danger, and the government and the opposition were in turmoil. After presiding over the funeral of the eldest princess, Jing Changjia picked up the spear left by his father and asked for orders to go to the border pass.

The military is completely different from the capital itself.

The king of Yunzhong, who has never made meritorious contributions in the army, naturally does not get the other treatment of the generals in the army.

He gritted his teeth in the cold wind and snow at the border pass, and it took three full years to start from leading troops to fight in small units, step by step to get the recognition of his father's old department, and become a convincing major general who commanded 10,000 people.

It was at this time that his father's only sister, his aunt, was critically ill.

Jing Changjia rushed back to the capital at night, and only had time to see this close family member for the last time.

Important relatives passed away one after another, and in the end, only he was under seventeen and a little cousin who was about to turn ten.

The Son of Heaven on the throne is a man who does too much as he wants. His emotions are always strong, and those who love want to live, and those who are evil want to die.

Although the little cousin established the prince early, the prince has no mother, and the relationship with the Son of Heaven is becoming increasingly estranged. His position as crown prince became more and more precarious as the attitude of the Son of Heaven changed.

The days of those years...... It's really hard to see.

Thinking of this, Jing Changjia blinked and laughed suddenly.

I thought that life would get better and better in the past few years, but looking at his current appearance, it is even more difficult than the worst time.

His uncle, who was becoming more and more dim, although he had thought about abolishing the prince and imprisoning him, should not have thought about killing him. And his dear brother...... But I can't say it.

The shrill cold wind in the dream seemed to pass through the dream and blow on him.

Jing Changjia couldn't help but touch his neck again.

"It's really hard to raise a child, I don't know when it will grow crooked......," he muttered quietly, "Auntie, it's the first time I've raised a child, and I've really done my best." When we meet in the future, don't scold—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Jing Changjia turned his head sharply, his eyes staring sharply at the outside of the cell door.

In the silent pacification prison, there was a faint voice.

Click, click......

It's like footsteps, but it's undulating. Quickly and slowly, it approached.