When Fei Yunhai and Mo Ruhui were imprisoned here, he had also been here once. At that time, the aura was wrapped around them with an almost transformable anger. This time, although there was no such anger, there was a more powerful one.
A powerful aura surrounded him, as if it could turn into an angry sword unsheathed at any time.
That kind of posture is clearly like killing gods when encountering gods, and killing Buddhas when Buddha blocks them.
So there is no one to catch up. If you go up there, you are looking for death.
Xiao Xian seemed to be familiar with Dalao. He didn't need anyone to guide him, let alone ask where Shen Mingzhu was, he just walked straight over.
Better yet, he stopped in front of a prison cell.
Diagonally ahead is a single cell. Although it is side by side with other cells, it has the same wooden gate as the cell door, with heavy iron chains and large copper locks tied to it.
It looked no different from other cells, but Xiao Xian stopped there. He stood quietly and stared ahead. In the interlaced light and shadow, there was dust light flying, and in the light cyan dust light, a person wearing a pale body was shrouded.
The woman in blue clothes, with simple clothes and slim figure, was kneeling at the table with her back to him, writing something with splashes of ink.
Even if the girl's back was turned to him, he could feel her breath even if he closed his eyes just by looking at her.
She is his girl, his pearl, his wholehearted love.
He could hardly resist the urge to rush in, hold her in his arms, and tell her his longing and worries.
There was a butterfly bumping randomly in the small window diagonally above the cell, because it accidentally flew in and could not find its way out.
It flew around randomly, but flew further and further in, and then landed on Shen Mingzhu's desk.
She gently stretched out her hand, silently, and then the butterfly landed on her slender white jade-like fingers.
She tilted her head slightly, revealing a shallow pear dimple, her smile was like a flower, and her autumn eyes were like water. Her calm and peaceful gaze was filled with the light of wisdom. In her eyes, it was as if everything was a beautiful spring scene.
A little bit of dodge.
Then she stood up gently, turned around, and was startled. The butterflies on her fingertips flew out of the cell door, flew around Xiao Xian, and then landed on his purple gold crown.
She saw him and met his dark and bright eyes. She immediately covered her lips and smiled. For a moment, it seemed as if time and space had changed. It was not a prison but green mountains and green waters, and the fragrance of flowers was lingering.
Xiao Xian immediately strode forward, and Shen Mingzhu also walked towards him. The two held hands at the cell door.
Their eyes met with infinite affection, and the guards who were hiding behind and watching were all moved to tears.
They didn't know why they were crying, they didn't even think about crying, but the tears seemed to flow down uncontrollably.
Xiao Xian held her hand and didn't want to let go at all. Shen Mingzhu smiled lightly and said in a low voice: "You're back."
Xiao Xian nodded and smiled, "I missed you and came back."
He didn't say it was to save her, nor did he say it was because of her danger, he just said he missed her, so she couldn't blame him.
And no matter what happened, she couldn't bear to blame him.
She smiled and said, "I'm fine. I originally wanted to take someone to see you, but who knew something happened unexpectedly."
At this time, Yang Shaoqing rushed over, bowed and said with a smile: "Your Highness, King Yan, please allow me to open the prison door."
