263 meet in prison

Hu Lun dared not look up.

However, he did not deceive his master this time, because since he learned that something had happened to Luo Wen'er, he was only looking forward to a day, a day when the dust fell silent.

The deceased can't come back to life. When the master learns, although he will be sad and sad, there is now Concubine Shu, and the master also came out of the pain of losing the dream concubine because he met Luo Wen'er?

Everything only takes time.

So, he buried his head deeper.

"I have inquired about it when I came here. Miss Luo is now in prison in Shengjing."

Hu Lun suddenly raised his head and looked at the man in black who had been kneeling opposite.

This wooden face, which pretended to be mute all day long, actually said the second sentence.

And the end of the last word has not yet landed, and a layer of broken snow suddenly rises in front of him. Looking at it again, the master has disappeared.

"Master, master..."

Hu Lun was so anxious that he didn't dare to shout loudly and turned to Lang Hao angrily: "You..."

"What do you know?"

This is Lang Hao's third sentence today, and he has an abnormal tone. He heard it and it was contempt.

"You know, you know everything! Do you know that Liquan Hall is holding a palace banquet, but the master left the banquet without permission. If he doesn't go back..."

"All I know is that if Wang Shang can't see Miss Luo... If Miss Luo has something..."

"It's just a woman. There are thousands of women in the world!"

"There is only one that can be held in people's hands, seen in their eyes, hidden in their hearts, and can't let go for a lifetime!"

Lang Hao's voice suddenly fluttered a little, and even his eyes, which had never been waveless, were a little empty, looking at the light in the distance.

The man who was like a snowdrift fell ill again and did not attend the palace banquet. I don't know whether he is awake now, whether he has a coughed, whether he has taken medicine, or not...

"Well, all I know is that if Wang Shang... will be killed by you in the future!"

Lang Hao moved back, and his tone was disdainful: "What do you know!"

What do I know?

Hu Lun was so angry that he almost jumped, but suddenly remembered something and immediately stared at Lang Hao.

He remembered that every time Qianyumo "bullied" Luo Wener, Lang Hao stood up and was not afraid of offending the master. As a result, he was extremely miserable by the master and finally had to "disappear". On weekdays, whether it is because of Qian Yuxue or not, Lang Hao is the one who listens to the master's words the most.

He couldn't help but be curious and once asked Lang Hao.

Lang Hao held his mouth for a long time and slowly opened his mouth.

It turned out that he did it on purpose in order to let Qian Yumo see his mind clearly.

Hu Lun always thought that Lang Hao was just a dead wooden pimple that would hide his love for a person in the bottom of his heart, but he didn't expect to have such a delicate heart.

This boy is very hidden! It makes me think that he is a flash of light, and I don't want to be bitten by him unexpectedly today.

Hu Lun raised his arm and withdrew his hand... He couldn't beat Lang Hao, and only pushed him with hatred: "Why are you still pretending to be deep here? Do you want to let the master go to prison alone?

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Clouds...Clouds...

Although Qian Yumo walked lightly, he simply stumbled into the prison.

Hu Lun kept talking and persuading, "Master, this New Year, the cell is unlucky, let's come back another day", while stuffing the silver to the prison head, he said with full of energy, "Don't say a word about today, otherwise... squeak!"

He wiped his neck fiercely.

Lang Hao turned his sword... In fact, he could turn the sword faster so that people could not see a trace of sword light, and even he could not use the sword at all. He just wanted this stunned guy to clearly feel that death was imminent.

Tonight, on New Year's Eve, the prison leader was no longer comfortable on duty and was pulled up from the wine table. As soon as he opened his eyes, he put a sword directly on his neck. Who did he provoke? Just look at people. As for making such a big noise?

He pinched the big silver in his hand, smiled, tried to push the blade away from his neck with his fingertips, and accidentally dropped a cold sweat: "Well, good to say..."

Clouds......

Qian Yumo swam almost the whole Shengjing prison in an instant. Most of the prisoners were awakened and only heard that there should be people in the prison. They were used to opening their eyes, some saw the still cold and dark cells, and some saw a flash of purple streamer, so fast that people felt that they were just dazzling themselves.

Qian Yumo was anxious, but when he crossed a quiet cell that seemed to be empty, he unconsciously retreated, slowly turned his head and looked in...

There is no candlelight, sprinkled on the aisle is the snowlight through the high window, only a faint light spread on his side, folding his shadow into the dark cell, blocking the man's face, and only seeing a part of his body half buried in the straw.

So thin, so weak, if you are not careful, you have to think that it is just a faint strand of silk blown down in the grass by the wind.

"You... blocked my light."

A weaker voice came out, mixed with dreams, curses or moans around, as if sighing.

She stayed there quietly. Although her face was blocked by his shadow, he knew that she was facing this side just to bathe in the dark and cold snow.

His throat suddenly tightened, as if he saw himself rushing into the prison and holding her in his arms.

Hu Lun ran over, carrying one of a large bunch of keys, and quickly opened the prison door.

"Clouds..."

He floated in almost at the same moment as the door opened, but his hand stretched out in mid-air, hanging so fixedly...

Her clothes are dark and deep and uneven. They are open in large pieces, like chrysanthemums that suddenly withered in the frost.

After all, he was tortured.

My heart aches.

She lay there quietly and could hardly hear her breathing, but she suddenly smiled at this moment, and her laughter was as soft as bubbles coming out of the water: "Mo Xi..."

"It's me..."

The throat was dry and he lowered his hand to help her get up.

"Don't move, I'm in pain all over..."

That said, her voice was very stable, only her breath was weak.

He withdrew his hand and sat next to her.

Hu Lun sighed and avoided it.

He looked at her carefully, looking at her slightly closed eyes, and her fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, as if they were perched on the petals and endured by the rainstorm... Looking at her uncontrollably opening of her hand with a stick, her usually dexterous fingers like wearing Liu Chunyan were thicker and stiffer than carrots, and the blood was as if they were full of a whole hand. They were all pressed into the ink... Looking at her calmly stretched out her arms, which sometimes twitched...

Look down inch by inch, deliberately avoiding the large area of mottled dark colors like splashing ink... Those dark colors show their harshness and arrogance even if they are hidden under the firewood.

So he avoided his sight and only stared at the already blurred light skirt.

She only likes light colors, but now there are only small pieces, small pieces...