you're done

The carriage stopped at Donghuamen, Luo Shiwei bent down and walked down, the cold wind blowing in his face.

Dongchang's own servants stepped forward to serve, respectfully said: "My lord, the sedan chair is ready."

"No, let's go back today."

With the stove in his arms, Luo Zhiwei raised his eyes to look at the gate of the East Factory, and sighed vaguely.

【Brother, you said that after you go back, will Lou Jihui ask me to ask my teacher Xing for his crimes? 】

He was referring to the decision to explore the flower.

[What do you think? ] The system asked ruthlessly.

[…] It's cool to be cheap for a while, and it's over the crematorium.

Luo Shiwei walked in bravely, thinking how to turn his defense into an offense all the way. When passing by the dungeon, a bloody breath came to his face. He looked sideways, and all he saw was the snow stained red, his stomach Suddenly, there was a physiological surge.

"What's going on?" His voice was slightly hoarse, his face was a little paler after being stimulated, and he asked suspiciously: "What did you catch again? After killing them with such virtue, even the dungeon can't hold them." .”

The young servant next to him answered in a low voice: "I don't know what happened, these are all dealt with by the governor himself after he came back. The little one peeked at it. It's been a long time since I saw the governor lose such a big temper. All the leaders lost their lives!"

Luo Shiwei's eyelids twitched, then this matter is serious, he firmly grasped the hand stove in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Go, go and have a look."

Even if he was wrapped tightly in the white fur, he could still feel the coldness of the dungeon that penetrated into the bone marrow. Luo Zhiwei put his hand on his lips, gently suppressed the itchiness in his throat, and walked deeper step by step.

The deeper it went, the stronger the pungent bloody smell became.

At this moment, there was a loud collision and laughter, and Luo Shiwei immediately quickened his pace and walked forward, but was caught off guard by a pair of sinister black eyes, and his heart trembled.

"... Overlord."

Lou Ji wiped the blood stains on the whip body with a white cloth, his fingertips were round and plump, his phoenix eyes were slightly curved, rippling, and he was looking over with a smile at this time, even the hoarse voice was glowing in this cold environment. A charming and lingering breath:

"Yanqing, come here, the dungeon is cold, why don't you serve Lord Luo a cup of warm tea?"

The latter sentence was obviously addressed to his subordinates, and his voice suddenly cooled down, as if the only tenderness he had was given to him alone.

However, Luo Shiwei didn't feel honored, on the contrary, he felt a chill in his heart.

Lou Jihui did not go crazy.

But in the past year, he has become more and more unstable, and the whole person is on the verge of complete madness. Even the cloud bell in his hand may not always work.

He walked over slowly, sat beside the man, and asked cautiously: "The governor seems to be in a bad mood, but what happened?"

"Not good?" The man raised his eyebrows, his long and narrow phoenix eyes mixed with a sharp look, and said with a half-smile: "How could it be that I'm in a bad mood, I'm in a rare happy mood right now."

...you look like a land mine ready to go off, have fun.

Luo Shiwei slandered inwardly, but on the surface he followed the other party's words very cautiously, and asked, "Then what is the governor happy about?"

Lou Ji smiled back, and said: "Of course it's because the traitor was caught, and it happens that Yanqing is also there, so let's watch some excitement together."

What he said was colder and more terrifying than this dungeon.

"Master, the tea is here."

The subordinate brought up a cup of hot tea, Luo Zhiwei subconsciously went to take it, but was grabbed by a pair of big hands, and then, the man's beautiful and sinister face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"building……"

Luo Zhiwei's hand was pressed on the teacup, his hot fingers turned red, and he could not help but "hiss".

But he saw the man's big hand slowly opened his fingers, took the cup of tea, and held it in his hand.

He didn't even look at the hot teacup in his palm, just looked at Luo Shiwei with a smile, and said softly: "This tea started to get cold as soon as it arrived in the dungeon, how can it warm my Yanqing's body? It's all about me It's my fault, even this little thing can be neglected..."

He called "My Yanqing", but Luo Zhiwei's body trembled. Before he could figure out why this person was crazy, Shen Gao picked up someone.

The man was wearing a servant's clothes, with his head down, he should be in his early thirties, and his back looked familiar...

A flash of blood flashed.

Luo Shiwei subconsciously turned his head to the side, but saw that the whip in Lou Ji's hand was still dripping with blood, but the head of the man Shen Gao picked up had already rolled on the ground, and he was dead.

Large expanses of blood poured out.

Lou Jihui just casually raised his hand and held the corpse in his hand, letting his court clothes be stained with blood, his whole body was more like a Rakshasa from hell.

His blood-stained fingertips rubbed slightly against the young man's pale lips, staining them red, and then he laughed softly, and said in a soft voice, "The tea will be cold, how about asking Yanqing to drink blood to stop the cold?"

I don't know if it's because the smell is too foul, or because that person is too scary, Luo Shiwei only felt that his eyes were darkened, he put one hand on Lou Jihui's shoulder, turned his head slightly to avoid his movements, and said in a hoarse voice, gnashing his teeth : "Why are you crazy?"

Lou Jihui strangled his chin roughly, kissed the blood-stained lips, plundering his air coldly, showing no mercy.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Zhiwei finally couldn't hold it anymore. Just before he passed out, he heard the man say coldly, "It's this dog who eats inside and outside, and led people to rescue Qin Jiuge."

Qin Jiuge.

Yu Fuzhou survived the defeat in the battle, was captured by Dongchang and returned to the dungeon, and after being tortured to extract a confession, Qin Jiuge confessed to the little emperor.

After Lou came back, he wanted to find a breakthrough from him, so he was locked in the dungeon for interrogation all year long, and he never killed him until he was rescued not long ago.

"Is Governor suspicious of Luo Shiwei?" Seeing this, Shen Gao asked in a low voice.

Lou Jihui took the comatose young man into his arms, and gently stroked Luo Shiwei's eyebrows with his fingers, showing no signs of suspicion at all, but intimate like a couple.

As he walked out, he asked Shen Gao back: "What do you think?"

Shen Gao followed behind, shaking his head, and said: "The traitor has never confessed, and I have not found out that he has any contact with Mr. Luo. However, even if there is no evidence, it does not prevent you from doubting him."

"That's right..."

Lou Ji smiled shortly, but his eyes were already frozen, he said: "I know my Yanqing too well, even if there is no evidence, I believe he will not be the one who stays out of the matter."

"Every fan in the East Factory has been carefully selected. If there is one person who can induce them to rebel, then this person can only be Yanqing."

The governor said casually: "Similarly, I never think that the little boy next to him is okay, or maybe the legendary thirteen princes are living under our noses?"

Shen Gao's eyes widened suddenly, obviously shocked by this statement.

If Luo Zhiwei is really so bold to raise the little prince in Dongchang, it would be too...

That's great, my Lord Luo!

Lou Ji stared deeply at the young man's sleeping face with his treacherous black eyes, he laughed lowly, and murmured: "My Yanqing is really capable of doing such a thing, am I right? "

He kissed Luo Zhiwei's lips affectionately and fascinatedly, but his eyes were cold and dark.

I know, you are my love in this world.

I also know that you will be my biggest enemy in this world.

When the news spread that Mr. Luo, the Minister of the Third Class Zhongshu, was at home on sick leave, no one would fail to hear the subtext.

Luo Shiwei was imprisoned.

Birds do their best to hide their bows, and cunning rabbits die and lackeys cook.

Enke came to an end successfully, but Luo Shiwei became the master of the world, and was in the spotlight for a while. The eunuchs were always afraid that Mr. Luo's power would be too powerful and affect his position in the court, so they plotted against him!

"The traitor covers the sky with one hand, so what is the way out for the world?"

"In this world, the last name is really Lou!"

"The country cannot be a country, and the family cannot be a family. If Lord Luo is really killed, then the future of Jin will be hopeless!"

Overnight, articles of crusade against Dongchang swarmed up, there were riots all over the place, the court was even more bloody, and it was not uncommon for censors to hit the post to die.

Newly appointed officials from all over the country hated him even more.

However...it sounds like everyone is putting pressure on the governor, but it seems to be of no use.

Luo Shiwei was wrapped in a quilt, leaning on the bed, and said slowly to his son: "This battle sounds very lively, but in fact, everyone has no real power and can't threaten him. After several days of indignation, the situation will basically subside after Lou returns to punish several families and nine clans."

The boy was thoughtful: "It's like Lou killed the emperor for the first time, and the world was outraged, but in the end the power is in his hands. Now the royal family is almost wiped out, and everyone is used to it."

"So where do we end up?" he asked.

Luo Shiwei ate melon seeds, and said calmly: "I should be imprisoned by him all the time, and then I will be buried with him when he is about to die. You, you must die now.

Since he has doubts, he will not be reasonable, and if there is danger, he will be killed in the cradle, you know? "

As he said that, he raised his eyes maliciously to see the reaction of the little boy.

Unexpectedly, Luo Mang nodded, showing a relaxed smile, and said, "Then I'm relieved."

Luo Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid," Luo Mang took out all the melon seeds in his hand to prevent him from coughing after eating too much, and said seriously: "But if the situation is severe to the end, then I hope that my father will not be affected by me. Live well."

His clear eyes and open mind made Luo Zhiwei bend his lips.

Because he knew that this little brat was raised after all, and it was different from the tyrant on the trajectory of fate.

"You look like an old friend of mine now." He said softly.

Luo Mang blinked and asked, "That man is very important to father, right?"

"……Um."

Luo Zhiwei's brows slowly showed a little tiredness, he didn't speak any more, just lay down slowly, closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

Luo Mang wisely did not continue to ask.

When he backed out, he vaguely heard the person on the bed mutter softly: "...Brother Yue."

That voice contained a bit of grievance.

Luo Mang choked for breath. He didn't know who "Yue" was, but he felt Luo Shiwei's pain inexplicably, and his heart ached in an instant.

He slowly pushed the door open and walked out, his expression slowly becoming condensed.

In the courtyard, Lou was braving the wind and snow, and walked towards this side calmly, his phoenix eyes were raised up, as if he was looking at this little boy for the first time, and he said casually: "The thirteenth prince?"