The dim light covered his eyes, and the sound of crackling oil lamps filled his ears. In the deep prison where time seemed to stand still, Yi Chenjing didn't know how many days he had been imprisoned.
However, he knew very well that Bai Qige was coming.
The snakes that made the little jailor tremble with fear seemed to be guided by someone and poured out of the prison one after another. The sound of weapons being exchanged suddenly came from outside the door, and then turned into a loud bang. It was vaguely mixed with a familiar or unfamiliar growl. . Various signs indicate that the situation that Yi Chenjing expected and resisted has finally arrived.
"Let me down... It's okay..." He called the little jailer with a hoarse voice. Yi Chenjing's expression was unexpectedly calm.
The little jailer thought for a while and did not dare to move. He was afraid that the snakes would come back. He was even more afraid that the woman who controlled the snakes would punish him and order the snakes to tear him into pieces and devour him just like she did to the old jailer. Seeing the little jailer hesitantly stood there Yi Chenjing did not blame him. He moved his arms to try to catch the hook hooked into his shoulder. It caused another burst of heartbreaking pain.[
"Prince, please don't move. The wound is bleeding again." Yi Chenjing tried to get rid of the restraints as if he was desperate for his life. The little jailer threw himself on him with a cry. He wiped away his tears and gritted his teeth and grabbed the iron chain. "I, I'm here. Prince, don't move. Don't move..."
Yi Chenjing nodded gratefully. The slight smile on his face was immediately dispelled by the severe pain. As the chains rattled, his lips pressed into a thin line became tighter and tighter. There was more and more cold sweat on his forehead.
The cold iron hook clung to the bones and flesh. Every movement was like heartbreaking. The pain was unimaginable to ordinary people. The little jailer was almost crying while carefully untying the chain. Fortunately, Yi Chenxuan did it for him in order to prevent Yi Chenjing from dying from his injuries. After applying a lot of hemostatic medicine, Yi Chenjing was still alive when she got rid of the iron hook. She had enough strength to smile at the little jailer.
"I really don't want her to see me looking like this." Yi Chenjing raised her arms to wipe the stains on her face. Yi Chenjing smiled and explained half-self-deprecatingly.
The young jailer choked up two sobs. He helped Yi Chenjing sit down against the wall: "Prince, take a rest. I'm going to take a look at the situation outside."
"Thanks."
He shook his head slightly. The little jailer said nothing. He touched the broad knife at his waist and quietly walked towards the door of the prison.
The corridor in the sky prison is dark and long. When a person walks by, he can only hear footsteps and heartbeats. The little jailer was already on tenterhooks. Listening to the echoes in the empty corridor, he felt more and more creepy. Just thinking about Yi, who was covered in scars. Chen Jing was still waiting in the cell. Courage welled up from nowhere in his body, supporting him to continue walking.
Why.
Is it worth risking your life to help a fallen prince in the midst of chaos?
The reason is unclear. The young jailer only remembered that when the handsome young man with scars knelt in front of him and begged him for help, there was an impulse in his heart that he could not suppress. I hope the prince lives. I hope this person will say to him politely, " "Thank you" gentle man reigns over the world instead of the scary King An Ning.
In order to prevent the snakes from coming back, the door of the prison has been closed by the little jailer. Now it must be reopened due to the situation outside. This is undoubtedly a huge test for the little jailer who talks about snakes.
He was still a few steps away from the door. The little jailer swallowed hard and was about to stretch his arm to open the door. Unexpectedly, a huge force hit the door and directly opened the prison door.
Is she the scary woman who can control snakes? Or the man with a cold and murderous look on his face? The little jailer screamed and subconsciously squatted down with his head in his hands. The violent trembling caused by fear made his teeth unable to close together, and he kept rattling.
"Don't be afraid. The snakes have been dispersed." A warm palm gently fell on the young jailer's shoulder. He bravely raised his head. In front of him was the young man whose life was saved by the young jailer. Fu Chu had a smile on his face. With a tired but gentle smile, he looked at Bai Qige who was walking hurriedly in front of him. His tone was gentle and calm: "The Crown Princess is here."
Crown Princess? That legendary woman who was called the Concubine of War by many soldiers? Curiosity outweighed fear. The little jailer followed the direction of Fu Chu's gaze, only to see a proud silver light disappearing at the end of the corridor.
"What kind of person is she? The prince always calls her name when he is sleeping..."
Listening to the little jailer talking to himself in confusion, Fu Chu chuckled softly: "He is the most important person to His Highness."
It's so important that even if I can't give up the whole world for her, I will only love her for the rest of my life. If she is willing to die alone.[
The sound of tiny footsteps echoed very clearly in the prison. Yi Chenjing raised his head and looked quietly in the direction of the corridor. His eyes, which had been dark for a long time, lit up with luster. He was familiar with the footsteps. He was familiar with her breath, her smell. He was familiar with her. Every smile, every move, everything about her is familiar to her.
Chi Ge. Chi Ge.
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I want to call her name. I want to hold her thin body. I want to abandon everything and stay with her until the end of time. I want to tell her how deeply he loves her.
It's just that he has strength.
The figure that has always been in my heart walked from the corridor, facing Yi Chen's burning gaze, and approached step by step. He raised his bare hands lightly, and the corners of his clothes hung to the ground. His slightly cool palms were pressed against the skinny cheeks covered with stubble. The warmth was something that could only be seen in a dream. It's real.
The tranquility of the cell was not broken. Neither of the two people spoke. They just knelt on the ground and hugged each other tightly, with their faces touching their faces, their hearts facing their chests, and their fingers intertwined.
He is still alive.
She is also alive.
Is there any news more gratifying than knowing that each other is still alive?
No matter how noble their status is, their only and humble wish is that their loved ones are safe and well. Goodbye. They live to wait for goodbye.
Yi Chen knew that he shouldn't cry. He was a prince and a man. But how could he control his tears at this moment? The moment Bai Qige's breath hit his cheek, he completely forgot about everything else. He just wanted to hold her in his arms. Inside. A deep and long kiss.
"Your Highness is really..." Zhan Ting, who barged in rashly, turned sideways. His face was red. He mumbled, half complaining and half sighing. "With so many people here, how dare you hug me..."
"Brother Zhan, don't steal. Just turn your back." Fu Chu chuckled and teased.
The thrill just now seemed to have disappeared in an instant. The couple in the cell were filled with tears and hugged each other tightly. Everyone was happy from the bottom of their hearts. The atmosphere was not as tense and serious as a life-and-death battle. From the source, these people They came to help not to protect Bai Qige but to save Yi Chen. As for the changes and various conspiracies that happened in the Royal Palace of Yaoguo, they were fundamentally interested. Being able to see Bai Qige and Yi Chen reunite again was the greatest victory for them.
Taking a deep breath greedily, Bai Qige reluctantly opened Yi Chen's door. She wiped the reddish circles around her eyes and said, "Are you seriously injured? Let Zhan Ting protect you and rest here. I still have to meet up with General Xiao and the others to go to Zi Yun Gong saves the emperor."
"I'll go with you." Yi Chen shook his head and suppressed the tenderness in his eyes. His tone was firm and could not be refuted. "It's just a slight injury on the shoulder. It doesn't hinder walking. Yi Chenxuan is cunning and ruthless. I won't let you go alone."
rest assured."
Bai Qige hesitated for a moment, and then sighed softly: "That's fine. Princess Yanluo and Ji Sanqian are already dead. I think Yi Chenxuan's men can be used by others. As long as he is taken down, it will be more dangerous." Bai Qige turned around and waved. Bai Qige and Fu
Chu helped Yi Chen up from left to right. Then he handed Yi Chen to Zhan Ting for support: "Zhan Ting, I will leave it to you. If he dares to do something stupid, knock him out. Use more force."
"...a knife's mouth and a knife's heart."
"The energy is distracting you. Otherwise, I will do it myself."
The touching atmosphere suddenly changed its flavor. It was a little funny and made people laugh. Everyone pretended to cough dryly and turned their heads to chuckle. Zhan Ting was left scratching his head in embarrassment and at a loss.
All jokes aside. Both Bai Qige and Yi Chen knew that the current situation could not be delayed. After simply bandaging the wound with the help of the young jailer, Yi Chen hurried to Ziyun Palace with a team of more than ten elite soldiers.
Not everyone is lucky enough to experience palace changes. No one can tell what the so-called palace changes are like. However, looking at the deserted palace with no noise, Yi Chenjing always felt that something was wrong. It seemed that it was right in front of her.
Victory comes too easily. On the contrary, it makes people feel illusory and unreal.[
"Dispose of tricks as you see them. Prioritize rescuing people." Bai Qige frowned at Yi Chen and gave concise and powerful advice. And when the group finally arrived at Ziyun Palace, she also maintained her usual vigorous and resolute behavior. She held a sword in one hand.
He raised his feet high and kicked the heavy wooden door open with a bang.
"A woman must be gentle to make a man pity her."
The rising dust dispersed, and the scene of the inner hall of Ziyun Palace was completely presented to everyone. The expected final fierce battle or the enemy's crazy struggle did not happen. There were just plain words and a tall figure standing quietly in front of them.
figure.
Calm, ordinary, and at the end of the road, Yi Chenxuan was still as he was when Bai Qige first met him. He showed nobility and grace in every aspect.
"Old Qi, if these people help you, you will never have the chance to fight me in this life." His fingertips tapped on the lattice. Yi Chenxuan didn't even bother to look back at the intruder.
Always locked on the sparrows chirping outside.
How many years have passed, the scene here has never changed. Only the people's hearts have changed.
Looking around the room to make sure there were other people present, Yi Chen winked at Zhan Ting. Zhan Ting understood. While keeping an eye on Yi Chenxuan to prevent him from making any movements, he carefully moved towards the golden cage in the corner. Probably because the rescue was successful.
It was too fast, too smooth. The queen was quite surprised. She met Yi Chen and Yi Chenxuan. She quietly helped Yao Huang to sit on the dragon couch. Her eyes could not hide her confusion.
He was rescued so easily. Did Yi Chenxuan plan so carefully but leave a way out for himself? Or did he have another conspiracy? The effortless victory was just a new trap.
No matter how many guesses there are, it is extremely unwise to ask questions rashly at this time. Therefore, including Bai Qige, except for the soldiers who rushed forward and surrounded Yi Chenxuan, everyone remained calm and clenched their hands.
Cold sweat.
A mocking chuckle broke the silence in the room. Yi Chenxuan turned around and shook off the arm stretched out to him. He looked straight at Yaohuang with cold eyes. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised and his tone was calm.