Chapter 83 Fish from the Net

Zhao Wen quietly leaned against the cold wall and looked at the cold and dark prison. The gusts of wind slowly blew from all directions, which made him tremble all over, and the cold and desperate breath spread from his body to the bottom of his heart.

turned his head and looked at Tang Saier locked in the opposite prison, with a warm smile in his eyes.

As long as he can see her, he is not afraid even if he is in hell, and now, she is opposite him, looking at him quietly like him.

Zhao Wen cheered up and showed a big smile to Tang Saier.

"Wanong... Are you afraid?"

Zhao Wen smiled and asked softly, as if they were not prisoners in prison, but two friends who were gossiping.

He did not call her Empress Zhao, but her original name. Perhaps, in his mind, she will always be Lu Huanong. Whether she is Empress Zhao, Ban Jieyu or Tang Saier, it is the same for him, because in his heart, she will always be the one walking on the path of Lufu. In the middle, Lu Huanong stood under the flower tree and smiled at himself.

No matter how much you have changed... I don't care... Because in my heart... you will never change...

"Don't be afraid."

Don Saeer shook her head and said softly.

If you are fearless, you will not be afraid even if you are in hell. If you are afraid in your heart, even if you have a high bed and a soft pillow, you may not be able to sleep peacefully.

At this moment, Tang Saier is fearless, because she knows that she is innocent. Even if no one will believe her words, even if the whole world says that she is sophistry, at least one person knows that she is innocent. That person is Zhao Wen. At this moment, Zhao Wen is opposite her and smiles hard at her. He wanted to use his smile to help her drive away her inner fear.

Indeed, what's the difference between living innocently or dirtyly dying? In this complex harem, how many people dare to say that they are innocent? Who dares to say that he is not dirty?

In this case, why does she have to be so persistent in her opinion of others? Since she is going to die, then die. Sometimes, death is not terrible, and death may also be a relief. Especially in the case of helplessness, she can only think like this. Only in this way can she comfort herself, otherwise, what can she do?

It's better to let her die clean than to live dirty.

"I'm not afraid. The only thing I'm worried about is you. It doesn't matter if I die, but I don't want you to die with me. I want you to live well."

Zhao Wen smiled. The smile contained too much indescribable sadness and desolation. He never thought that he would be convicted of inexplicable charges and bear the consequences for what he had not done.

If the most uncomfortable thing in the world is probably the feeling of being wronged. Obviously, I haven't done it, but I have to be misunderstood. Even if I explain it desperately, others will not believe it. The sense of helplessness that makes people suffocate to despair, and the sense of depression that makes people angry and collapse is like layers of transparency. The veil wrapped tightly around his body, wrapped tightly around him, and wrapped tightly around him layer after layer, slowly blocking everything in the outside world until his breathing became heavier and heavier, until he could not breathe, until his brain stopped thinking.

Will all this end?

"Death is not necessarily a bad thing. Death is sometimes a relief."

Tang Saier smiled and changed into a more comfortable limb. She leaned lazily against the cold wall, with a faint smile on her face, as if she had seen the matter of life and death thoroughly.

Knowing that you can't do anything and that you can only wait to die quietly, then why struggle again?

It's better to make yourself more comfortable before you die. Even if you change a more comfortable limb and lean against the wall, it's much more useful than grabbing the iron fence and shouting injustice desperately.

Tang Saier quietly leaned against the cold wall. After the toss of the night, her hands and feet were already cold, but she didn't seem to feel it. What is the pain in her body? If a person is about to die, how can she care about whether she is cold or not? Are you hungry?

Looking down at the shackles tightly tied to her hands and feet, Tang Saier showed a sarcastic smile on her face.

Oh... Are you afraid that I will escape... Now... Can I still escape...?

Even if I escape... Where can I escape... The world is so big... and my place...?

Now, her body is just imprisoned, but her heart has been imprisoned by herself a long time ago. What does the confinement of her body mean to her?

"Wanong, there are some things I really want to tell you, and I've always wanted to tell you, but I know you don't want to hear them, so I've been hiding these words in my heart and never dare to say them. I don't even dare to think about them quietly, but now, I want to tell you, are you...are you willing to listen?"

Zhao Wen looked at Tang Saier and asked softly.

"I'm listening."

Tang Saier smiled and Zhao Wen wanted to say something. She had already guessed that she had always known how he felt about her. She knew everything, but she was deliberately avoiding everything between them.

She can't give him any response. Even if she is locked in a cold and humid prison with him now, she can't give him any response, because her heart has long been imprisoned by a person, firmly locked, and can no longer live in anyone.

But now, she doesn't want to stop Zhao Wen. Since he is dying, let him finish what he wants to say. Don't be like her, with unspeakable regret in his heart. Even if he dies, he can't see the last person in his heart.

Maybe he is somewhere outside the palace now. Does he think of me?

But I have been thinking about him. Even in this cold and dark prison, I have been thinking about him for a moment without stopping.

If there is really any regret... the only regret... I'm afraid it's him...

"I have always liked you very much. Even if I know that you have married, even if I know that you are already the imperial concubine, even if everyone tells me to stay away from you, even if the whole world opposes us, I... still like you... I have always liked you... I have never changed, and I have never stopped for a moment. ."

Zhao Wen looked at Tang Saier and said with a smile.

He hid these words in his heart for a long time. He never dared to say them, because he knew that there was too much between him and her, which was a barrier that could never be broken. It was an obstacle that could never be crossed. He thought that these words would be silently hidden in his heart for a lifetime, but now, because tonight After what happened, he could finally tell her what had happened.

Don't worry about those invisible barriers, and don't worry about the obstacles that cross in front of them. Everything has become so small at this moment. Everything in the world doesn't matter in his eyes. There is no one or anything anymore. It can stop him from showing his heart to his beloved woman.

If we will die together tomorrow, then at least I want you to know that I love you deeply.

I will never regret it.

Tang Saier slowly slipped down tears on his face, looked at the man in front of him, stood up gently, slowly walked to the iron fence, stretched out his hand from the fence, and worked hard in the direction of Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen also quickly stood up, ran in the direction of Tang Saier, stretched out his hand from the hurdles, and worked hard in the direction of Tang Saier.

The distance between the two cells looks so close, but in fact it is so far. No matter how hard you try, you still can't reach each other's fingertips. Even if you try your best to reach forward, it is still a little short distance.

It's like there is always a little distance between them. No matter how hard they try, they will never reach each other.

It looks so close, as if you can hold the other party's hand as long as you gently extend your hand, but it was not until the end that it was found that it was actually far away. Even if you desperately wanted to hold the hand in front of you, it was still so far away. Even if you tried your best, you couldn't even touch it with your fingertips.

Sometimes we thought we were very close to this person, but in fact, in the end we found that we had never really approached her.

I tried my best to reach the other party's hand, but there was always a little distance, just a little distance. No matter how hard I tried, I stretched out to the fence, but I still couldn't reach the finger close to me.

Is it the same between them? It's always a little short, never reachable, and can only be missed again and again with the hands in front of him, that person.

"Zhao Wen..."

Tang Saier looked at the little distance between the two, that is, the little distance. No matter how hard she tried, she could not exceed that little distance and could not touch the finger in front of her.

Tang Saier was unwilling, and tears kept sliding down from her face and dripping on the dirty haystack. She stretched out her hand desperately. She wanted to touch the man in front of her, even the fingertip, even if it was just a momentary touch, but she could not touch him.

He is in front of her, and his finger is in front of her, but she can't touch it.

Finally, he gave up and slowly withdrew his hand from the iron fence.

No matter how hard you try, you can't touch it. Even if you try your best, you still can't touch it.

Zhao Wen fell on the dirty haystack in a distracted way, and his eyes were empty. Perhaps, between himself and her were destined to be a little short distance, and he would always lose his hand.

No matter how hard they struggle, those barriers can't be torn. No matter how hard they try, those obstacles can't be overcome. Whether the obstacles crossing between them have never disappeared, just like the cold iron railing in front of them, coldly blocking between the two people.

Always... a little short distance...