Drunk King and Minister

There is a bloody smell in the cold prison. This cell is independent and the security is very strict. The people in the prison can only see blood-red clothes sticking to their bodies, and their long hair hangs down to cover their faces. They cannot see their faces clearly. Heavy iron chains hung on his limbs, and his entire body hung in the air like a big character.

When a young jailer passed by, he couldn't help but take a second look.

"Don't look at it." The old jailer beside him reminded him in a low voice.

The little jailer hurriedly turned his head, not daring to look any further, he ran two steps to catch up with his companion.

"Who is that person? He has been locked up for more than ten days, and he was whipped every day without killing him. What crime did he commit?"

The older jailer looked around, and whispered in the younger jailer's ear: "I heard he's a general."

The young jailer froze for a moment, with a trace of doubt on his face, and was about to speak, but was pinched on the back by the older jailer.

A white figure appeared in the corner of the eye.

That young man was dressed in a white robe, he was really handsome, but his face was a little pale.

He looks like a kid from a rich family in his clothes, and to be able to enter this heavily guarded prison, he must be of extraordinary status.

The older jailer pulled the younger jailer to kneel on the ground, bowed and kowtowed, and stood up again until he could no longer hear the man's footsteps.

"Don't ask that question just now. People like us still can't see, hear, and speak." The old jailer said to the young guard with a serious face, "You, grow up in the future." Dim sum, don't be so curious about irrelevant things..."

The guards, one old and one young, walked away slowly.

The young man in white walked slowly to the door of the cell, stopped, turned around and looked at the people in the cell quietly.

The clothes all over his body were blood red, and he could only vaguely discern from the corners of the clothes that the predecessor of the blood clothes was a snow-white underclothes.

After watching for a long time, I didn't see any movement of the people in the prison. They just lowered their heads, as if they were dead...

"Seeing you like this makes me feel really happy." The man finally said with a sneer.

"Ding..." The iron chain moved slightly.

The man in the prison slowly raised his head, and a face was vaguely exposed between the blood-stained black hair—it seemed to be white jade stained with blood.

"Chen Chang?" Han Zi said in a low voice.

The dizziness was severe, and the limbs and bones seemed to no longer be his own.

During the days of being locked in prison, Chen Xu would whip himself a hundred times every day.Pass out, water, pass out again, water again.

It's really like what he said, you have to torture yourself.

It's just that the past time has passed today, and Chen Xu hasn't come yet.He wondered in his heart, and even faintly rejoiced if Chen Qian came back, but he didn't want...Chen Chang came?

"Are you surprised to see me?" Chen Chang raised his hand, and slowly grasped the iron bars in his hand, "You really have lost the prestige of the past."

Why did Chen Chang appear here?

Han Zigao's mind was in a mess, and he didn't pay any attention to what Chen Chang was saying.Dressed like this, Chen Chang didn't seem to worry about revealing his identity at all.Could it be that he has already cooperated with Chen Xu?But how could the Zhang family feel at ease to cooperate with Chen Xu?

It's been more than ten days, Chen Qian, where are you...

"Did you listen to me!!" Chen Chang's voice became sharp, "Han Zigao, you bitch! Listen to me!!"

Han Zigao was stunned by the sharp voice, so he raised his eyes to meet Chen Chang's.

A strange smile appeared on Chen Chang's face.

"I like my cousin, I really like, like, I think I love him..."

Han Zigao looked at Chen Chang's face through the messy hair hanging in front of his eyes, and felt chills for a while.He had vaguely guessed Chen Chang's attitude towards Chen Qian before, but now that he has confirmed it, he still finds it a bit inconceivable.

"What? Do you think I'm disregarding morals? Don't you also disregard morals?" Chen Chang smiled, squatted down slowly, and put his hands on his stomach inadvertently.

"That time, you bumped into my sword by yourself, my cousin stayed up all night because of you. I saw the way he looked at me, so cold... I knew, I lost..." Chen Chang smiled lowly , "But so what, in the end, none of us got him."

Han Zigao's mind turned rapidly.

Chen Chang's ability to come here must have been allowed by Chen Xu. No matter whether the two of them reached some kind of agreement or not, one thing is certain - Chen Chang must know Chen Qian's whereabouts.

"Where is the emperor? You must know where he is? Don't you like him?" Han Zigao considered his words, "Since you like him, why do you want to help others to harm him!"

"I didn't!!" Chen Chang suddenly screamed and hugged his head, "I didn't! I didn't!! I can't save him! I'm useless! I can't save him!!"

My heart skipped a beat.

Han Zigao tightened his hands in the iron chain.

"What do you mean..." Han Zigao heard his own voice, it was so soft that he was afraid of disturbing something.

Chen Chang was still screaming to himself.

"Cousin! Wait for Chang'er! Chang'er will come to you, you belong to Chang'er! You belong to Chang'er alone!!"

"Chen Chang!!" Han Zigao roared suddenly.

There was something right in front of him, but he didn't dare to touch it.

Something in his chest is getting more and more swollen, and it seems that only the endless roar can relieve the pain a little.

"What are you talking about!! Tell me the fuck!! Stop your screaming!! Tell me the fuck!! What's wrong with Chen Qian!!"

The iron chain vibrated violently, leaving streaks of blood on Han Zigao's wrists and ankles.

Chen Chang was stunned by Han Zigao's roar, and gradually recovered.

"You... don't know?" He was stunned, as if he thought it was a very funny thing, and laughed happily, "You don't know! Hahaha! Sure enough, my cousin belongs to me alone. Even if he dies, he is mine alone! Haha!"

Cool, bone-chilling cool.

The calm sea roared, and the river in spring turned into ice.

The thing called hope that had supported him for so many days was shattered little by little...

"...I don't believe it, you lied to me...you are all lying to me..." Han Zigao lowered his head and said to himself.

How could Chen Qian die?

How could that nasty guy die?

impossible……

impossible……

"My cousin fell off the cliff... I saw it with my own eyes, such a high and dangerous cliff..." Chen Chang smiled, "Haha, I can't get him if he is alive! Now that he is dead, what do I want! What more can I ask for!! Hahaha!!!"

"Impossible!!!" The sound of the iron chains rubbing against each other was extremely frightening, Han Zigao roared like a trapped beast trying to get out of prison, struggling to get out of the restraint.

His entire body was suspended in the air, shaking extremely violently due to the violent struggle, and the undershirt that was stuck to his body with dried blood was soaked with blood again.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Blood fell from his body, smashed from mid-air to the ground, and beautiful blood flowers bloomed.

Chen Chang's maniacal laughter gradually stopped, he silently looked at the crazy-looking man in the prison, with a smug expression on his face.

"Look, you can only survive or die now, but I'm different." Chen Chang's face turned pale again, and the hands on his stomach gradually tightened, as if he was suppressing the great pain. After coughing twice, a trace of blood gradually left the corner of his mouth.

Han Zigao gradually stopped his frantic and useless writhing.

He looked at Chen Chang coldly with blood in his eyes.

Chen Chang looked at Han Zigao with a smile, blood dripping from his grinning lips.

"I'm going to accompany my cousin. My cousin belongs to me from the beginning to the end..." Chen Chang's panting became more and more rapid. He let go of the iron bars and curled up into a ball in pain.

"Cousin...Brother...Chang...Chang'er is here...to find you..." Chen Chang's eyes began to loosen, he vomited blood, his whole body twitched, "Are you... happy..."

Finally, he stopped twitching and stared open at the top of the cell.

His eyes lost all their luster, whether it was jealousy, unwillingness, joy, obsession, pain, or despair...

He opened his eyes and smiled with blood on the corners of his mouth, seemingly nothing.

Han Zigao kept staring at that smile.

After the madness, the heart is abnormally calm.

He could disbelieve Chen Xu, but he could not disbelieve Chen Chang.Chen Chang's madness to this point is enough to explain the reality that he is unwilling to face.

Chen Qian died.

Accept it, Han Zigao, Chen Qian is dead...

Han Zigao's pupils narrowed rapidly, he seemed to hear the faint ringing of a distant bell calling him, and he seemed to see that man standing in front of him with an inappropriate smile on his serious face.

He said, "Aman, come here..."

Han Zigao smiled lightly.

He opened his lips slightly.

"it is good……"

The world returns to darkness.

"Han Zigao!" A slender woman came running from a distance, stumbling.

The tall man at the side supported her.

"Save him!" The slender fingers tugged at the hem of the man's clothes, and pleading spread in the woman's voice.

"……I will……"

Behind the two, a figure in a python robe stood still against the wall.

His eyes were obsessed with the woman in front of him, as if he had forgotten everything...