"Yun Zheng, you..." Lin Qingran felt as if someone was strangling her neck, and her words were extremely difficult to pronounce: "Stay here for half a month?"
"Well!" Yun Zheng responded in a calm tone, with even a smile on his face. He blew the fire note in a shallow and cold way, then put it away close to his body: "It was a blessing in disguise that a blessing in disguise was a blessing in disguise. Since then, I have had many blessings.
I’ve made a good habit of carrying huozhezi with me wherever I go. You see, if we didn’t have this good habit, we would still be discrediting today.”
"How could this happen? The captain of the guard...why...does this?" Lin Qingran asked thoughtfully. Although she understood that the answer would not be so good, she still couldn't help but ask: "Don't your nanny know?"
"I don't know if the nanny knew that? Half a month later, when I stepped through the gate of Prince Yun's Mansion, the chief of guard committed suicide. The nanny also committed suicide that night. And their son, I heard, died before I disappeared.
We disappeared. At that time, people in Prince Yun’s Mansion thought we were together. But later, we heard that the wet nurse’s son drowned in the moat.”
Yun Zheng suddenly had a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Before his death, the captain of the guard left a note saying that he would be lost and had no face to live on. He also asked grandpa to spare the lives of his wife and children for the sake of his loyalty for so many years.
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His tone was calm, without any fluctuation, as if he was talking about insignificant things. But Lin Qingran's heart felt like it was being stabbed mercilessly by the sharpest knife, causing heart-wrenching pain.
She had known before that Yun Zheng's parents died early and that he had a difficult life in Prince Yun's Mansion, but she never knew that it would be so difficult.
He was only six years old at the time, and a six-year-old was still there. He was abandoned by the most trusted person around him and was trapped in the dark mausoleum alone for half a month.
Lin Qingran couldn't imagine how he survived back then. It was dark and cold here, and there were hard rocks everywhere. What did he eat to fill his stomach? As a six-year-old child, what supported him to survive?
Lin Qingran couldn't help but grab Yun Zheng's hand, and smiled brightly at this man who once struggled in the cold, but was still willing to give her some warmth: "It doesn't matter, I won't be afraid of touching your hand if I hold it."
Throw you away."
The girl's eyes were like the brightest stars in the sky and the brightest coral in the deep sea. Yun Zheng smiled and nodded: "Well, I will definitely take you out."
In the dim tunnel, two figures were dragged into long shadows under the light of torches. They walked hand in hand into the dark depths of ignorance.
At this moment, a dangerous smell spread in the air. Yun Zheng's pupils shrank, and he quickly covered Lin Qingran's nose with quick eyesight and held his breath.
But despite this, his movements were still half a step slower, and Lin Qingran also fell to the side when he covered his nose.
And when Lin Qingran fell, he heard a loud noise, like the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking.
"Damn it!"
Yun Zheng looked shocked. As soon as he moved his hand, Lin Qingran was pulled into his arms. He casually took the torch on the wall with one hand. His frail body instantly burst out with earth-shattering power. He stepped forward and rushed straight forward.
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The next moment, the earth began to roar and shake, and from the depths shrouded in darkness, there were bursts of crushing sounds, so majestic that it made people feel desperate in the endless darkness.
Yun Zheng hugged her and kept running. He was really familiar with this place. He turned left and right without hesitation at every turn.
Under the light of the torch, his face was frighteningly pale, and his breathing was frighteningly rapid, as if he would collapse at any moment.