special way

The dungeon, as the name suggests, is located underground and difficult to get in and out of. It is specially built for detaining important people.

The temperature underground is much higher than that above, and there are even the worst charcoal fires for the guards to keep warm. Zhai Yan can't help but think that when he goes back, he must add more charcoal fires to the prison for the winter.

The road in the dungeon was long and winding, like a labyrinth, one room was set up in another room, and Zhai Yan, who was finally going around, felt a sudden pain in his head, and when he wanted to lose his temper, he saw Zhao Yu who was sitting quietly.

Ordinary people mostly have a kind of admiration and fear for deified people, and with the order from above, the jailer did not embarrass Zhao Yu, but with some respect, only for the strong.

Zhao Yu was sitting on his back. Although his body was thin, his spine was still straight. After restraining the fierceness of the battle, he was only gentle, as if the abandonment by his own country had never happened, and he was still sitting in the middle of the army. Account, thinking about how to retreat from the enemy, instead of being imprisoned now.

The jailer who led the way was very colorful, he opened the lock of the prison door, saw the finger on Zhai Yuan's lips, he didn't say a word, and retreated consciously.

Seeing someone who has been missing him for a long time, who can bear it? As soon as he entered, Zhai Yan rushed forward, put his arms around Zhao Yu's waist, and murmured, "I finally saw you, I saw you..."

Zhao Yu seemed to know that he was coming, so he was not surprised. He sighed, turned around, returned the favor to the person in his arms, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, just like the kiss he had when he went to Dali Temple to say goodbye. , sorrow, reluctance, pity.

Pushing the person in his arms away, seeing that Zhai Yuan's eyes were flushed, and the eyes gradually became panic when he was pushed away by him, Zhao Yu explained, "Don't hug me, I'm cold, be careful I'm freezing."

Zhai Yan just woke up like a dream, remembered the things he had thrown at the door, and hurried to get them.

Zhao Yu hurriedly wrapped the big coat made of tiger skin, and then handed the food box to Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu opened the food box, and there were plenty of food and sweet soup.

And when Zhao Yu saw the dishes clearly, the corners of his eyes twitched. Beef, yam, leeks, wolfberries... these... are all dishes for strengthening yang! ! !

Zhai Xu, what does he mean by this!The severed head meal is not counted as food and clothing, but I also brought myself another dish, and even the sex was solved together?

Last night, Zhai Xu approached Zhao Yu, and the two finally reached an agreement. Zhai Xu got what he wanted from Zhao Yu, and Zhao Yu also agreed to exchange his life for him to protect Zhai Yu for the rest of his life.

If someone like Zhao Yu was captured alive, Zhai Xu did not have the right to dispose of him at will. He had to be sent to the imperial city for the emperor to discuss with all the courtiers, and what was discussed was just how he should die.

Because many soldiers of Zhao Yu Jingguo were buried in the battlefield, and many of them were the sons of important ministers who were unwilling to surrender, so Zhao Yu would undoubtedly die.

Seeing Zhai Yan today was just the last thing on his mind, after three days, he will be escorted to the imperial city.

So in Zhao Yu's opinion, this should be the meal that Zhai Xu gave him.

But he never thought that the next sentence of Zhai Yuan's words would shatter his fantasy.

Zhai Yan was picking up the bowls and chopsticks from another box. He didn't see the dishes clearly, but said very attentively, "I specially asked them to cook them. Eat it while it's hot. It won't be good if it gets cold."

After turning around to see clearly, Zhai Yan quietly raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Yu whose face was covered with veins, and swallowed, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this, it's me, bah, it's not me, it's me..."

The more you speak, the more urgent you are, and the more urgent you are, the more mistakes you make.

Looking at the man who was about to cry, Zhao Yu smiled brightly, took the chopsticks from his frozen hands, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, eat."

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