Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

After the general Yin Ting was imprisoned, the third prince Su Danchen and the imperial concubine Sima Liwan, who rushed to the imperial study after hearing the news, interceded immediately.

Emperor Yang seemed determined to kill Yin Ting, and even severely punished the two who interceded.

The one who was fined for three days and three nights knelt down under the willow tree in front of the imperial study.

One was banned for ten days and fined three months.

All the ministers were in danger and kept silent like cicadas, and no longer dared to speak a word in front of the furious emperor.

At the time of the month, Emperor Yang ordered that the general Yin Ting be executed within a few days.

The day before the questioning and beheading, Yin Ting welcomed the first person to visit him in the heavy prison.

"Ah Xuan, if you are willing to come and see me off, even if I die tomorrow, I will have no regrets."

At this time, Yin Ting was wearing a prison uniform, his hands and feet were bound by shackles, and there was an extra stubble of blue beard on his chin, and he looked quite embarrassed.

But his smile is still hearty and unrestrained, as if this is not the heavy prison of the official department, but the pear garden in the general's mansion that exudes the fragrance of pear blossoms, as if he is still sitting in the garden, talking and laughing happily with his best brother while drinking.

Luo Mingxuan's eyes darkened, he was silent for a while, and said softly: "General, about the dragon robe... You really never doubted me?"

The smile on Yin Ting's face froze, and he sighed softly as he looked at the dim and complex-faced person opposite him.

"I've been in prison for the past few days, and after thinking about the situation that day, I've figured it out a bit...Ah Xuan, it's you, right?"

Luo Mingxuan felt a pain in his heart, but tried to put on a cold look on his face, and asked expressionlessly: "General, you can blame me."

Seeing him admit it, Yin Ting breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head slightly, and said, "Ah Xuan, I won't blame you for whatever you do."

Luo Mingxuan's black pupils shrank, he gritted his teeth in disbelief and asked, "I put you to death, do you really not blame me?"

Yin Ting shook his head.

"You don't want to know why I hurt you?"

Gritting his teeth, his lips trembled violently.

Yin Ting raised his head slowly and stared at him for a long time, but his eyes became gentle little by little.

"Ah Xuan, in the past ten years... I have missed your talent and youth, and I owe you a lot. No matter what you do, I will not blame you. If you want my life, I will give it to you willingly." superior."

That gaze was as gentle as if water could be squeezed out, but it contained too many complicated meanings.

Guilt, tolerance, sadness...

Alone without resentment.

...But it is more painful than any venomous gaze.

Luo Mingxuan's face was pale, and he almost avoided his sight in embarrassment.

"Yeah."

After saying two "yes" in a row, the blood in my heart was churning violently, my throat was sweet, and I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing his appearance, Yin Ting sighed in his heart and said, "Ah Xuan, come and have a last glass of wine with me."

Luo Mingxuan nodded, wiped away the blood from his lips with a silk handkerchief, picked up the jug and poured wine, but his hands were shaking too much, he tried several times, but failed to fill a glass of wine, and almost dropped the wine The jug seemed to be unable to bear the weight of a mere jug of wine.

Yin Ting sighed, and after saying "I'll do it", he took the jug from his hand and filled two glasses of sake for the two of them.

The wine is still daughter red.

Yin Ting looked at his daughter Hong, who was full of wine glasses, and couldn't help but think of the day they got married. He and Luo Mingxuan sat together in the pear garden, reminiscing about the first time they met in Luozixuan. Come on, looking at the gloomy and humid heavy prison, I really don't know what it feels like.

"General, I offer you a toast."

Luo Mingxuan picked up the wine.

Yin Ting put away his miscellaneous thoughts, his face showed the same wanton smile as before, and said with a smile: "Ah Xuanjing's wine, how can I not drink it."

Without the slightest hesitation, he took the wine in Luo Mingxuan's hand, raised his head and drank it down.

He completely forgot that the daughter Hong handed over by this person three days ago brought him to such a state.

This time, what will happen to this cup of Nurhong?

After drinking, the two of them were speechless for a while. Seeing Luo Mingxuan's sullen look, Yin Ting put on a relaxed look and told many jokes to cheer him up.

He didn't know which of these two people would be executed tomorrow.

Yin Ting said happily.

Luo Mingxuan listened quietly.

Unknowingly, the sky fell, the sight in the prison gradually dimmed, and the cell boss outside the prison had already lit the wall fire.

Dim lights flickered in the dark and narrow passage, and cries of grievances came from outside the prison from time to time, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

At this time, a cell boss wearing a prison uniform came from the prison, cupped his hands at Luo Mingxuan in front of the cell door and said, "It's getting late, I hope you leave early."

After saying this sentence, he turned and left.

Luo Mingxuan silently put away the jug and wine glass, looked at Yin Ting for a while, a gleam of dark lacquer flashed in his black eyes, and said, "General, take care."

Carrying the bamboo basket, he walked out.

Take care of yourself?

Yin Ting smiled wryly, and before Luo Mingxuan was about to leave, an inexplicable panic surged in his heart.

"Ah Xuan."

Luo Mingxuan stopped in front of the cell door.

Silence followed.

Luo Mingxuan pursed his lips tightly, without urging him, just turned his back to him, and waited quietly, his face in the shadows clearly looked forward to it.

Yin Ting got dizzy for a moment and stopped him, but now he was in front of him, but he couldn't say a word.

He seemed to have something very important to say deep in his heart, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth.

After stammering for a long time, he only said: "...Ah Xuan...you have to take good care of yourself from now on."

Luo Mingxuan's back stiffened, with mixed emotions in his heart, he couldn't tell whether it was joy or disappointment, he lowered his eyelids and was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Thank you, General."

He turned and left without looking back.

Yin Ting looked at the empty cell door, and leaned against the dark wall behind him in a daze.

What he wanted to say was clearly not that sentence.

There was a bewildered look on his face.

If not that sentence, which one should it be?

At the beginning of the Xu Dynasty, there was a light rain in Xunyang City.

The ministers who came out of the imperial study room were separated by twos and threes under the umbrella of the servants in the palace.

When they passed by the willow tree in front of the imperial study, they all sighed as they looked at the blue shadow standing still and kneeling in the rain.

"The third prince is really pitiful. He knelt here for three days and three nights. How could his knee bear it?"

"That's right, I heard that the Holy One ordered that the servants are not allowed to eat and drink for him. The third prince insisted on not eating or drinking, and knelt here for three days."

"In the final analysis, the third prince is also His Majesty's most beloved son, and His Majesty's heart must be..."

The courtier who spoke suddenly choked and dared not speak any more.

The emperor's favor is unpredictable.

Three days ago, General Yin Ting was Emperor Yangdi's favorite minister, and three days later, he was a criminal minister who committed treason and rebellion.

The third prince is now His Majesty's most beloved son... Bao Buqi will follow in the footsteps of General Yin Ting one day.

The few courtiers shrank their necks as if they were afraid of getting into trouble, they didn't dare to look at the blue figure kneeling under the willow tree anymore, they quickened their pace and left in a hurry.

"Lan Xiang, this servant is holding an umbrella for you."

One of the servants opened the azure palace umbrella and said to the young man in purple and gold official robes standing under the eaves.

Lan Ziqing withdrew her gaze and said softly, "No need."

He took the azure palace umbrella from the servant and stepped into the rain.

In the drizzle, the green umbrella and purple clothes were indescribably elegant, but the slender figure seemed a little thinner.

Su Danchen was kneeling under the willow tree, lowering his head and playing with the willow leaves.

He knelt here for three days, his knees really hurt badly, now the icy cold rain fell on his body, his whole body was drenched and slippery, which made him complain unceasingly.

The top of the head was suddenly covered by a shadow, and no more rain fell.

Looking up, he saw an elegant and dignified son, holding a palace umbrella, looking at him with distressed eyes.

"Ziqing... woo woo..."

Su Danchen hadn't seen Lan Ziqing for three days, but now when he saw him, he was full of grievances in an instant, rushed forward and hugged his thigh tightly, and buried his face in the purple gold official robe.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Lan Ziqing's heart ached so much that she wished she could embrace him immediately.

But reason does not allow him to do so.

This is the palace.

Lan Ziqing used great thoughts to suppress the urge to hug him, stretched out her hand to gently caress his forehead hair, and said softly, "Your Highness, let's go home."

Su Danchen raised his head from the purple-gold official robe, looked at him with wet peach blossom eyes without blinking, and said in a choked voice: "But the emperor punished me to kneel here for three days and three nights."

Lan Ziqing hated in her heart, and a hint of evilness flashed in her eyes, and when she met those innocent peach blossom eyes that were as bright and innocent as a young deer, the dark eyes were full of waves, full of tenderness, and there was no evilness.

Looking at the person at his feet distressedly, he said softly: "Your Majesty has already spared His Highness the punishment of kneeling, Your Highness need not worry."

Su Danchen thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "If I don't leave, I won't get up for a day if Emperor Father doesn't agree to my request."

"The matter of General Yin Ting wearing the dragon robe privately, Long Yan, the Holy Majesty, was furious. He would never let him go easily. Even if His Highness knelt down to die here, it would not help the matter." Looking at the increasingly gloomy faces of the people at his feet , my heart tightened, and I said half coaxing and half begging: "I will leave this matter to the minister. Your Highness will go back to the mansion with the minister first, okay?"

When Su Danchen heard his almost begging "Yes", he felt quite uncomfortable, bit his lips, and said, "Ziqing, I'm sorry, I made you worry, I'll follow you back home."

Get up while speaking.

Unexpectedly, he knelt for too long, his knees were already stiff and numb, as soon as he stood up, there was a sharp pain between his knees, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell down in embarrassment.

"Your Highness!"

Lan Ziqing quickly caught him.

"Ziqing, my knee hurts so badly that I can't walk."

Su Danchen grinned in pain and "hissed".

Lan Ziqing heard him sobbing in pain, her heart ached like a knife, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled him upstairs into her arms, bearing most of his weight on her shoulders, and said softly: "Your Highness, I help you!" with you."

Su Danchen nodded.

The two slowly left the willow tree and walked forward.

Although Lan Ziqing is unparalleled in intelligence, he is also a literati. At this moment, he is supporting Su Danchen with one hand and holding an umbrella with the other to protect the person in his arms from the wind and rain, which is really difficult.

Even so, when the palace servants who came running from the rain sincerely asked Lan Xiang to hand over His Highness to them, Lan Ziqing's expression was indifferent, but he refused firmly.

Looking at the back of the purple and blue hugging and leaving in the rain, the servant became puzzled.

When did the third prince have such a good friendship with Lan Xiang?

When the two of them finally came to the gate of the palace, it was already dark, and the drizzle was like silk in the dark night, misty and rainy.

The carriage carried the two of them and drove away in dust.

At this time, a fine horse came galloping and just passed by the carriage. Immediately, a man in an official robe dismounted in front of the palace gate with a panicked and frightened face.

After the carriage arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Lan Ziqing, with the help of the servants in the mansion, sent Su Danchen to her bedroom, and at the same time ordered the servants to take the porridge to the kitchen to heat up and bring it to the room.

After Su Danchen lay down, Lan Ziqing immediately found a piece of clean and soft clothes, and waited for him to change the drenched robe.

Before changing clothes, Lan Ziqing applied medicine to Su Danchen's knee injury.

Those two knees were already bruised and purple, and the skin was torn and bloodshot seeped out. The bruised, purple and red piece looked particularly frightening in the smooth and white skin around it.

Lan Ziqing's eyes felt hot when he saw it, and his heart was so distressed that it was about to shatter.

Reaching out to caress that Yinglang's face, he asked hoarsely, "Does it hurt?"

Su Danchen obediently pressed against his cold palm, and said, "Ziqing, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just a little thirsty and a little hungry."

For three whole days without drinking a drop of water or eating a grain of rice, how could I be neither thirsty nor hungry.

Lan Ziqing felt pain in her heart, after applying the medicine for him, she got up, poured a cup of warm tea, and handed it to him.

Su Danchen was really thirsty, so he took it and gulped it down.

Lan Ziqing saw his appearance, felt distressed and blamed herself more.

Regarding the matter of Yin Ting, he knew that this person would not let him go no matter what, instead of letting him anger Emperor Yang over and over again, and finally cause a catastrophe, it is better to be ruthless and let him live quietly. After kneeling for three days.

Unexpectedly, when he saw this man kneeling under the willow tree, his heart ached so much that he almost couldn't help trying to save him.

Later, in order to prevent himself from softening his heart, he dared not even step into the palace gate in the past three days.

Lan Ziqing looked at those bruised and swollen knees, and the mist in her dark eyes gathered more and more.

He regretted it.

You can't even save the one you love, Lan Ziqing, it's in vain for you to think about the world with your ego.

What kind of counselor are you?

Su Danchen didn't know what was going on in Lan Ziqing's mind, but seeing him staring closely at his legs, his black eyes were misty, he pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms.

"Ziqing, I'm really fine, don't worry."

"It's you. I haven't seen you in just three days. Why do you seem to be haggard and thinner?"

When Su Danchen saw Lan Ziqing under the willow tree, he felt that something was wrong. Ziqing's face was pale, his eyelids had a more obvious light blue color, and his complexion looked very haggard.

"The prime minister stood outside the corridor for three days and three nights, how could he not be haggard and thin?"

Ah San walked in with a bowl of hot porridge,

He just heard what Su Danchen said, and couldn't help but say a few more words for his own prime minister.

For the past three days, the prime minister has been standing under the tiled corridor outside the study, standing for three days and three nights without sleep.

It is really uncomfortable for people to see it.

He also stepped forward to persuade him, but the prime minister's expression was indifferent, and he said, how could he sleep if he was still kneeling in the imperial study.

This person "he" is naturally the third prince whom the prime minister holds on top of his heart.

When Su Danchen heard this, his face immediately changed, and his eyes widened, "Ziqing...you..."

"Speak up."

After taking the porridge from Ah San's hand, Lan Ziqing reprimanded him softly, waved his hand, and signaled him to back down.

Ah San sighed secretly, if he didn't say anything, he was afraid that the prime minister would never tell this prince, since the prime minister had done so many things for him...

He arched his hands and exited the room.