Just like before, Huo Lian knelt until dark before telling the emperor to go home.
After meeting Lu Yizhi today, the emperor felt even more guilty, and his anger towards Huo Lian could not be suppressed, so he asked him to go back and think about his mistakes behind closed doors.
"When will you send people to the palace and when will you come back?"
Huo Lian didn't beg at all, saying that I couldn't help your majesty, so she handed over her duties to Zhu Chuan and went home as Zhu Chuan saw her off with tears in her eyes.
The emperor's punishment of shutting up his thoughts did not make the atmosphere in Du Cha Si tense. Qixing, who was locked deep in the secret cell, did not know about it, but she could tell that there was something different about Huo Lian tonight.
"What's your business?"
Qixing, who had always been concentrating on eating, suddenly asked.
Huo Lian raised her head and looked at her and said, "Don't ask anything from me."
Qixing swallowed a mouthful of soup fed by Lady Chun and looked at his bowls and chopsticks: "I mean, why don't you eat?"
Since it was two people eating together, Qixing was very fair and gave him half of his meal.
Huo Lian lowered her head and looked in front of her. It turned out that he was lost in thought just now while holding the chopsticks. The plates placed by Qixing's order were not moved very much. They had been arranged in the shape of a wild goose's wing, which looked a bit funny.
He smiled, said nothing, and ate from the plates one by one.
Qixing asked no more questions, and Lady Chun continued to feed her.
After dinner, Huo Lian went to wash up. When she came back, she saw Qixing sitting in front of the embroidery frame.
As expected, Zhu Chuan had brought an embroidery frame from Linglongfang earlier, and the maid also told her to finish the embroidery as soon as possible, as the construction period was coming.
Zhu Chuan was indignant and complained to Huo Lian that Du Cha Si had become the second Linglongfang.
Huo Lian stood still, a little curious, and then saw Qixing using her tied hands to move the needle.
It's a real flying needle.
The four servants guarded her nervously, and their hearts trembled every time they saw the tiny flying needle flash.
In the past few days, they had also heard that this seemingly well-behaved girl had also lived in a prison cell before.
"You know the cell for serious criminals, right?" Doctor Sui said mysteriously in the cell.
They were also very familiar with Dr. Sui. Back then, Miss Wanwan tried various ways to torture her, but Dr. Sui saved her life every time.
This time they directly told Dr. Sui that he was not needed.
"You don't know how good you are." They said in unison, "We all feel that we have become a personal servant of a noble lady."
Live your life simply and elegantly.
Dr. Sui grinned and said, "This young lady is not good. Last time, she injured herself all over. I saved her life, and she ran away before her injuries healed."
He stretched out his hand and gestured.
"She broke off such a thick iron chain and disappeared in a swish."
After speaking, he lowered his voice again.
"The governor didn't even have time to catch her."
This young lady is so powerful. No wonder the governor wanted to guard her like this. Well, this young lady is so powerful that the governor arrested her a second time.
But they can't run away anymore, otherwise their lives will be in danger.
Fortunately, the flying needle only penetrated the brocade every time and did not penetrate them.
Qixing popped the needle out, then motioned to a woman to bring it back to her and put it in her hand, repeating this process.
Huo Lian waved her hand, and the four women hurriedly left.
"What are Liu Yan doing at Linglongfang?" he asked.
Qixing said: "It's not surprising, Mr. Liu also wants to keep track of my movements."
He inserted a needle and motioned to Huo Lian to hand it over.
Huo Lian picked up the hanging thin needle and looked at a flower that was gradually taking shape on the embroidery frame.
"Liu Yan's benefactor is Mo Tu." He said, looking at her thoughtfully, "Did Liu Yan's words refer to you?"
Qixing asked curiously: "Which sentence?"
Huo Lian didn't say anything. She looked away and flicked the needle in her hand. The embroidery needle pierced the brocade and fell steadily.
"Go to bed," he said.
The lights in the cell went out, the people on the bed were silent, and the woman next to her was already asleep, but Huo Lian knew that she was not asleep yet.
What does it feel like to kill one's relatives out of righteousness?
It's really funny.
Such a thing is just a favor received from a Mohist disciple. It cannot be considered as annihilation of relatives. The life and death of the Mohist disciple has nothing to do with him.
How dare you compare yourself to Huo Lian.
He, Huo Lian, was an abandoned baby floating in the river. He was rescued by Liang Si, raised and taught martial arts tactics so that he could have a father to respect and a brother to love.
The kindness of nurturing and the affection of teaching are what counts as a close relative.
Killing relatives who have done evil in this way can be regarded as righteous killing of relatives.
Huo Lian clenched her hands tightly and gritted her teeth.
"I am indeed doing evil." An old voice sighed in my ear, "Why do you have to worry about it, Bazi?"
This was a dream. Huo Lian knew that her adoptive father was dead and she could not hear his voice except in dreams.
He closed his eyes and clenched his hands motionless and ignored them.
But his adoptive father slapped him hard.
"Bazi, open your eyes and see, it's easy to kill me."
"You are good at using a knife. Just cut here with one knife."
"You've never killed anyone who stood still, right? That's right, you used to kill the incoming barbarians on horseback."
"That's easy to handle. How about I run too?"
A knife was thrust into his hand, but the knife was so hot that it stung his palm and burned his flesh. He couldn't hold it at all.
"Hurry up and do it." The voice in my ear became furious, "What's wrong with killing an evildoer? This is called extermination of relatives for justice!"
Huo Lian opened her eyes suddenly: "Then why don't you kill him? Just kill the evil King Jin, isn't it enough?"
The burning fire, the dark night, the old general smiled helplessly on his face.
"I can't do it," he said. "I can't do it for the sake of justice, but you can do it, Bazi."
He said and rushed over.
"Look, you've cut off my head, my head."
The spinning head rushed towards him in the darkness. Huo Lian felt that her hands were full of blood and her heart was full of grief and anger.
"He is the son of your old friend, so you are reluctant to let go of me. I was raised by you, so you are willing to let go!"
No wonder, that Qixing said your last words were to say sorry to me.
You are sorry for me!
He roared and opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes were drowsy and his body was tense, but a hand patted his back.
There was a soft voice in my ear.
"Cry, cry."
This is not an old voice, this is not a dream, and, in his arms...
Even though his vision was dim, he lowered his head and could still see the person in his arms looking at him with shining eyes.
Huo Lian violently pushed the person in her arms away, but because her arms were tied together, she was pulled down again.
The woman who was hugged and pushed away did not panic, but sighed: "You still have nightmares now."
What is now.
Huo Lian didn't ask if you've seen me have nightmares before, but she knew that if she asked, she would definitely get an absurd and justified answer like "I've seen it before."
After entering the Ducha Division, he had almost no nightmares.
Even if he had nightmares, he never hugged the people around him...
Because the arms are tied together?
But he has been tied to Wanwan for a long time and has never been like this.
Besides, Wanwan is already a very familiar person. He has only known this woman for a few days, so why did he hug her like a habit?
She also filmed him…..
"You were the one filming me from the beginning?" Huo Lian asked suddenly.
Recalling that when he first fell asleep, he seemed to be being patted by his adoptive father, so in fact he was really being patted.
Qixing said, "You are gritting your teeth and shaking, so I will pat you to make you relax." After that, he asked, "Did you dream about your adoptive father? Were you forced to kill him again in your dream?"
Her voice spoke one sentence after another.
"Your adoptive father didn't repent half way through, did he?"
"He didn't collude with Prince Jin at all, did he?"
"Why did he insist on you killing him instead of killing Prince Jin himself?"
As she spoke, she moved over and was almost in front of him again, staring at him with twinkling eyes.
"Because he is the son of an old friend?"
Huo Lian froze. Not only was he having nightmares next to this strange woman, but he was also talking in his sleep.
Why was he so unwary?
Since the incident in Jin Dynasty, he has never let down his guard, let alone said unnecessary words to others, and never vented his emotions in front of others, only a few times when he faced things that were not human beings...
Such as that sword.
In the dark cell, Huo Lian stared at the woman in front of her. Her breath was calm, her figure blended into the night, and her eyes shone with cold light.
"It's that sword, isn't it?" he said suddenly.
When he first heard this sentence, Qixing was startled and stiff for a moment.
Huo Lian's voice continued to reach her ears.
"Your father said that you were not by his side, but you are like your father in everything, and some things that happened in Jindi, it was like you were present at the scene." Huo Lian raised his hands, because of the ropes tied together.
, asked Qixing to come closer, looked into her eyes and asked: "Does that six-foot sword have the secret method of transmitting sounds thousands of miles away?"
Qixing chuckled, lowered his head with laughter, put it against his chest, and nodded: "Yes, that sword..."
She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes sparkling.
"I can hear, see, and now, I can also talk."
Although she made a guess, Huo Lian also felt that she was talking nonsense.
When Qixing heard Qixing say this even more nonsense with a smile, the tension from the previous nightmare, the ups and downs of emotions, and the confusion in his mind suddenly disappeared in an instant.
Some things I didn’t want to say suddenly felt like it didn’t matter if I said them.
Those things of the past are all gone.
He looked at the woman in front of him who was still smiling with her head down, and said, "Prince Jin is the son of my adoptive father's old friend."
Qixing was a little surprised when he answered and raised his head in surprise.
Huo Lian didn't look at her anymore. She raised her head and looked into the darkness.
"Don't you want to know the truth?" he said. "You want to know whether my adoptive father was wrongly accused? Did he collude with the King of Jin?"
He shook his head at this.
"He did not collude with King Jin."
Without waiting for Qixing's reaction, he nodded again.