[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

On the third day after Zhang Ye was thrown into prison, an unexpected person was ushered in.

The mid-autumn festival has passed, and the chill is getting stronger. The sky prison is darker and damper because of the perennial darkness, but there is still only a thin quilt in the prison.

Because Zhang Ye was a special prisoner, there was not even a small skylight in his cell, and he was only illuminated by a dim oil lamp on a broken table.

In the morning of this day, in the long and narrow corridor of the prison, several guards and the warden led a man wrapped in a black robe and hurried past.

The man was wearing a big hood, only showing bright lips and a graceful jawline, but it was enough to make people imagine.

Bringing him to the cell where Zhang Ye was being held, the warden said: "I'll send you here, remember, there is only a moment, please speak quickly if you have anything to say."

The man asked, "Can't you open the door and let me in?" His voice was like a spring.

The warden sneered, and said, "It's already risking my beheading for you to take a look, so you can be content!"

The man stopped talking.The jailers left, and he took off his hood, revealing a beautiful face—it was Zhuang Banquet.

"Master Zhang!" Zhuang Yan opened his lips and called out.

Zhang Ye sat in the dark and sighed softly: "What are you doing here?"

Zhuang Yan bit his lower lip lightly, held the iron railing with slender and white fingers, looked in, but only saw a vague figure, he said slowly: "If you don't come to see me, I can only I came to see you." Seeing the harsh environment of the prison, he couldn't help worrying, "Are you okay here? Did they torture you?"

Zhang Ye stood up and walked towards Zhuang Yan, his figure gradually became clear, until he revealed a stubble-covered, somewhat down-and-out face.

He walked to a place very close to Zhuang Yan, enough for Zhuang Yan to reach out and touch his face, Zhuang Yan said distressedly: "You are a prince, how can they be so contemptuous of you!" His tone was very angry, but helpless.

Zhang Ye said softly: "I'm used to the bitter cold in the frontier, it's nothing... It's my fault that I missed the appointment with you during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Zhuang Yan said: "So you still remember."

Zhang Ye smiled: "How can I not remember? That day I wanted to leave early to find you...but something happened."

Zhuang Yan couldn't help asking: "Then what does this mean? Can Zhuang Yan think...you have me in your heart? You like me?"

Zhang Ye caressed his eager and persistent face. He seemed to have twinkling eyes, and said with a smile, "When will I not have you in my heart? When will I not like you?"

The love words at this time are like poisonous wine piercing through the intestines, mellow, intoxicating and extremely painful.

Zhuang Yan was silent, and after a while, he slowly asked: "Are you going to die?"

Zhang Ye said: "If the emperor wants me to die, then I will die."

Zhuang Yan nodded, and said: "Okay." He held Zhang Ye's hand tightly, his eyes were bright, but there were tears in his eyes, "If you die, then I will die with you."

Zhang Ye was startled, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said, "You don't have to be like this." Wouldn't it be nice to leave him?He doted on him for half a year, and his pavilion also took all the money from him. Now that he is in trouble, he can turn his face and deny anyone. Anyway... the world's prostitutes are ruthless. If he does this, he will not end up in trouble What infamy.

On the contrary, like him, with a young face but saying that he will die with him... In this way, how can he let him abandon it cruelly?

Zhuang Yan said: "I am the son of a mate. I was born for love and died for love. I don't regret it." At this moment, he wiped away his tears and said the word "death" as if it were extremely relaxed.

Zhang Ye just stared at him, and smiled slightly, "Okay." Life is the same quilt, death is the same acupuncture point.I remember.

A few days later, the imperial court issued an imperial decree stating that the nine kings colluded with the enemy, treasoned the country, and assassinated His Majesty. The evidence is conclusive.In order to give a warning to the people of the world, the emperor righteously exterminated his relatives and ordered them to be executed. He ordered Cui Yin to be the supervisor and execution officer, and he was executed at noon on the seventh day.

When the night is dark, the sky prison.

"My lord, this emperor is really heartless." A man in night clothes knelt in front of Zhang Ye and said angrily.He was called Eleven, and he was Zhang Ye's personal secret guard.

With the butter lamp at dusk, Zhang Ye was slowly drawing something, and said casually after hearing the words: "He is ruthless, and this king is also ruthless."

Eleventh said: "The subordinates have been arranged properly."

Zhang Ye nodded, and suddenly ordered him to stand up: "Come, see how my painting is." He stood up, stepped forward, and saw that on the snow-white drawing paper on the table was a red dress with flowers and a smile on it. beauty.

Eleven quickly closed his eyes and said, "Your Majesty's painting skills are superb, but Young Master Zhuang is still not good enough on paper."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye looked at him, raised his long eyebrows slightly in surprise, and said with a teasing smile, "You have always been a wooden stake, never thought that you would have such an appreciation for beauties."

He has been with the prince since he was a child, so it has been nearly 20 years, but he also knows the difference between master and servant at all times, but at this moment, he couldn't help asking: "My lord...how will I treat Mr. Zhuang?"

Zhang Ye said: "If I become the emperor, I will naturally not be able to wander around the Flower Street and Willow Lane again."

Eleven's heart sank, thinking that the master might abandon Zhuang Yan.What Zhang Ye said next shocked him.

"Eleven, tell me, if I make Xiao Yan'er my queen, would he be willing?"

On the other side, Zhuang Yan didn't know that Zhang Ye already had his own plans.After returning from the prison, he looked as if nothing had happened, but Father Liu knew that he had already made up his mind.When the news that the Nine Kings were bestowed to death came, he finally couldn't help but went to Zhuang Yan.

In the Warm Pavilion, Zhuang Yan was lying lazily as usual, while Father Liu was sitting at the table, looking at him coldly: "Stop pretending."

Zhuang Yan ate jujube and said, "What are you pretending to be?"

Father Liu said: "I will not let you have the chance to seek death."

Zhuang Yan said with a frivolous smile: "Looking for death? How could I think of looking for death?"

Father Liu was taken aback, thinking of what he said that day, he asked, "Zhang Ye..."

"Don't ask," Zhuang Yan interrupted his words impatiently, with sadness and anger in his eyes, "Since he doesn't like me, then whether he lives or dies from now on has nothing to do with me!"

Father Liu was silent, this was indeed the result he did not expect.Turning around and thinking about it, maybe Zhang Ye really didn't like Zhuang Yan as much as he showed, or maybe he didn't want Zhuang Yan to die with him... In short, it's best for Zhuang Yan to stop thinking about death.

Having said that, Zhuang Yan did not behave differently for a few days, but on the day Zhang Ye was executed, he still ordered people to watch Zhuang Yan to death.

In Zhuang Yan's place, those words of his were naturally deceiving Liu's father.

"Qingming, hurry up! Don't let Daddy Liu find out!" Zhuang Yan was leaning on the fence behind the garden, holding his Qingming head down and urging.

After a lot of effort, Qingming managed to get the young master up to the top of the fence, Zhuang Yan was sitting on the fence, and on the other side of the fence, a small fishing boat was floating, and an old boatman stretched out his trembling hands, worried looking at him.

"Master! Why do you have to go out!" Qing Ming still didn't know anything, he thought this time it was just like usual, his son slipped out to play.

Zhuang Yan smiled at him at last, and said, "Go back quickly! I'm leaving!" As he said that, he jumped off the wall and landed on the board of the boat, his legs and feet hurt, but he didn't care about it. He just urged the old boatman: "The boatman, let's go!"

The boatman propped up the boat and rowed slowly towards the shore, asking as he rowed, "You little boy, why do you have to climb the wall?"

Zhuang Yan smiled brightly: "Go see your sweetheart."

The boatman smiled "hehe", he understood, and speeded up without saying much.

The boat docked quickly, Zhuang Yan put on his cloak and walked towards the execution ground.At this time, the sun was already high, and he met Zhang Ye's prison car on the road, and when he saw Zhang Ye standing in the prison car, tears fell from his eyes at that moment.

"Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye!" He called his name very loudly.The people around were all shocked.Although this is a death row prisoner, Zhang Ye is a noble person after all. They followed him to watch the excitement, but no one dared to make a fuss, let alone calling him by his name.

As soon as Zhang Ye turned his head, he saw his little Yan'er clutching his cloak, being pushed around by the crowd, with tears in his eyes, very pitiful.

There were a lot of people, the prison car was moving very slowly, Zhuang Yan approached the prison car, the accompanying soldiers saw someone approaching, and wanted to stop, but the man's eyes widened, the beauty was startling, and he shut his mouth unconsciously.

After all, he is a dying person, and he can't bear to brush off the beauty's wishes.

Zhuang Yan pinched the corner of his robe, Zhang Ye was in shackles, and wanted to squat down and shake his hand, but couldn't.The head of the guard who was walking in front saw someone approaching, but he pushed it mercilessly. Zhuang Yan exclaimed and staggered to the ground. He felt pain in his feet and couldn't stand up anymore. He must have twisted his feet.

Now he only hated his frail body. Seeing beauties falling around him, he naturally scrambled to help them up. He angrily brushed away the hands stretched out by everyone, feeling that they were extremely dirty: "Go away!"

At this time, a group of servants pushed aside the crowd and came in. When they saw him, they took out a roll of portraits and looked at them. The leader of the servants winked at the people behind him. As soon as the man grabbed his wrist and chopped it on the back of his neck, he immediately passed out and fell unconscious.

Zhang Ye was escorted to the execution ground, and then onto the execution platform. In front of the platform, Cui Yin sat upright, which made people feel disgusted.

A servant in blue clothes ran to Cui Yin's side and whispered something to him.Seeing that his face remained unmoved, but his eyes couldn't help showing a bit of light, Zhang Ye thought, what news could make this fake villain so happy.

Cui Yin said: "My lord, although I was ordered to be executed by the emperor, I really can't bear to see my lord like this. Now I only hope my lord will go well."

Zhang Ye said indifferently: "Your Excellency, you can know that if the cunning rabbit dies and the lackey cooks, this king will be the future of Your Excellency today."

Cui Yin laughed, and said: "My lord, I have praised the lower official, and the lower official is dedicated to making progress. After today's matter is over, the lower official will take his beautiful family and resign and go back to hiding." His words are of course false, but He didn't want to lose out in front of Zhang Ye.

"Oh?" Zhang Ye said with a faint smile, "Then congratulations to my lord."

Cui Yin looked up at the sun, saw that the time was almost up, and he couldn't wait to go back to see the person he had been thinking about for a long time, so he threw down the execution order: "Behead!"

Zhang Ye knelt down slowly, put his head on the chopping platform, and closed his eyes.At this moment, many things flashed through his mind: the appearance of his mother and concubine when he died, the appearance of his father giving him the imperial decree for guarding the border, the appearance of Zhuang Yan smiling... Also, he just fell down, and I don't know if the injury is serious or not. ?

The executioner raised his sword, at this moment, it seemed that the wind had stopped.Cui Yin stared wide-eyed at the moment when he was successful—the sound of running horses, from far to near—

"Keep people under the knife! Keep people under the knife!"

The author has something to say:

In fact, I have always planned to write abuse, and the plot is developing like this, but... I don't feel like it is abused?

Probably I can only be a cute sweet text writer ==

Finally, whether you are single or in love, I wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day~~