I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

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A dark dungeon, a dark day.

The damp stone walls seeped with water, braving the cold air, and dripping down the pitted walls.

Every drop can make Meng Ying's hair stand on end.

No matter how long it takes, I can't get used to the only sound in the silence.

He couldn't count whether it was a few days or hundreds of days.

He didn't know whether it was day or night, whether it was scorching heat or winter snow.

Like the bottom of an endless black pool, you can't touch the bottom and you can't see the sky.

He crossed his legs, which were swollen and aching from the cold and damp, and the shackles on his feet jingled. He shrank into a corner, just hoping that his body could have some support so that he could feel at ease.

The wound on his chest hurt again.

This was the first time he experienced the sharpness of the Fairy Whale Sword. It was indeed a famous sword! The pain in my internal organs is still lingering, and my blood is dripping.

Meng Ying couldn't stop coughing twice, which made her heart hurt.

He coughed for a long time before he calmed down. He thought the pain in his heart would subside, but he didn't expect the pain to become more intense.

Meng Ying covered her chest and clutched the flesh of her chest tightly, not to comfort her, but to make her heart hurt even more, to the point of death, preferably to death!

Otherwise, how could I be worthy of Bai Zhi and the newborn child!

He couldn't remember how long ago Meng Yu brought a coffin. In the dim light, he could only see two rotting corpses, one big and one small.

The stench came, and all thoughts were lost.

Since then, I have suffered from heartache.

It hurt day and night, it was a burning pain, like a severed tongue being eaten with chili peppers, a pain that couldn't be relieved even if I held an ice cube in my mouth.

He never thought about death, he just wanted to punish himself in this dark dungeon for the rest of his life.

Even if he died one day, he thought he would not choose to drink Meng Po soup, nor would he choose to be reincarnated, but to go to the eighteenth level of hell to be a slave sent by ghosts to atone for his sins in life after life.

The pain reassured him a little.

The suffering he caused her was a crime that could never be erased in his life.

If he met her on Huangquan Road one day, Meng Ying would only want to listen to her complaints and let her beat and scold her.

He definitely didn't want to hear a word from her that she didn't regret it!

He deserves all the suffering!

Falling in love is a matter of two people.

If only one person likes you from beginning to end, then there is no such thing as love.

It was his initiative to come out of the bamboo forest, have breakfast with her, and discuss the royal family affairs together, and it was also her initiative to hand over the power of the housekeeper to her. All the kindness he did to her was his initiative.

He knew the consequences of doing so, but he still treated her well and was greedy for that kind of time.

It was he who guided and coerced her step by step, regardless of the consequences.

He is no different than an animal!

This kind of self-blame haunted Meng Ying every day, making his health worse day by day.

There was a click, and there was a faint light swaying. It was the person who delivered the food every day.

The oil lamp was so bright that Meng Ying instinctively blocked her eyes.

The person who delivered the food brought a bowl of food, then left with the lamp.

Meng Ying did not try to talk to him because he was mute and deaf.

It only took seven short steps to walk from the corner to the cell door. He skillfully picked up the bowl, walked to the straw mat, sat down, and ate it with chopsticks.

Although it was unpalatable, Meng Ying still ate calmly. His face was expressionless, his movements were orderly and unsteady, and he did not show any signs of embarrassment.

He got the chopsticks from his hunger strike.

Meng Yu wanted to keep him alive, so the hunger strike was still useful.

After eating, he placed his chopsticks where there were drops of water and let them wash away. Then he placed the bowl at the door of the cell, waiting for the next meal.

After everything was done, he sat back in the corner, crossing Lao Han's legs, leaning against the cold wall, thinking about Bai Zhi's face in the darkness, and confessing his mistakes.

Compared with his decaying heart, his appearance is as normal as ever.

At a certain time, he would fall asleep, and at a certain time, he would wake up.

so repeatedly.

Day after day, year after year.

One day, the oil lamps outside the corridor lit up, making Meng Ying unable to open her eyes. Noisy sounds came from outside.

He was used to this kind of silent darkness, and the drop of a pin could wake him up.

Although there were only slightly messy footsteps outside, it sounded noisy and noisy to Meng Ying's ears.

A group of people stood at the door, holding bright lights, which made Meng Ying unable to open her eyes.

Meng Yu slowly walked in from the light, and the sound of opening the door seemed to shatter Meng Ying's eardrums.

"How is the emperor's brother doing recently?" Meng Ying came up to him with a smile.

Meng Ying sat cross-legged, simply closed her eyes, and said calmly, "Very good."

The servants brought Meng Yu a stool wrapped in soft leather, and Meng Yu sat across from him.

Meng Yu clicked his tongue and said, "Brother, your hair has grown out. Do you need me to find someone to shave it for you?"

"No need."

"The emperor seems to have lost a lot of weight, but the food is not good enough?"

"No."

"Imperial brother is still angry with me? They killed your princess by mistake. I never thought of killing her!"

Meng Ying stopped talking, feeling a dull pain in her heart.

With just such a sentence, Meng Ying ignored whatever Meng Yu said after that.

Meng Yu was so anxious that he wanted to jump.

"Meng Ying, why are you so stubborn? You have been like this since you were a child. You have to get whatever you want, or you will protest in various ways! You used to be a prince, but now you are a prisoner! Do you understand your situation?"

Meng Yu kept talking, hoping that Meng Ying would reply to him.

But Meng Ying always closed her eyes and said nothing, as if she was asleep.

Meng Yu talked like this for half an hour, and all his saliva was dry. He was really convinced. After all, he was also an emperor!

"Okay, okay! Tell me what you want before you speak? I promise you whatever you say!" Meng Yu gave in first.

Meng Ying just felt that it was so noisy!

But this was the time to negotiate conditions. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I want Xiao Yang's whereabouts."

To be honest, he couldn't believe that Bai Zhi and his child were both dead. He entrusted Xiao Yang to find Xiao Yang, and maybe there would be a chance to know her whereabouts.

"We are looking for Xiao Yang too! We can't find him!" Meng Yu told him bluntly.

Meng Ying knew that Meng Yu didn't lie. When this man didn't lie, he would have such an anxious expression, and his words would not stutter, and his tone would be different.

Meng Ying sighed deeply, "It's useless!"

The corners of Meng Yu's mouth twitched, and he had the urge to torture him, but he endured it and sighed, "Meng Ying, I'm not here today to vent my anger on you."

"I don't care what you do here, I just think you are noisy and disturbing my peace."

Meng Ying suddenly said this, which made Meng Yu furious. He stood up suddenly, pointed at Meng Ying's nose and cursed, "Don't be ungrateful! Your life is in my hands! I want you." If you die, your head will fall to the ground in an instant!"

"Come then." Meng Ying said.

His indifferent attitude made Meng Yu tremble with anger. He still pointed at Meng Ying's nose, "You... you... you..."

Meng Ying didn't know how long she listened to him, but the noise was too much and she said, "You can leave."

"I won't leave! I will fight you till the end today!"

Meng Ying knew that Meng Yu must have something to ask him, so she spent a long time here with him. She was tired, so she said, "Give me your soft stool to sit on, and I will talk to you."

Meng Yu was so excited when he heard that, it was the best thing if he opened his mouth. He quickly moved his butt off the stool, "Come...sit down, brother...sit down, brother..."

There is no dignity of an emperor in this appearance!