I bent the devil

If it weren't for the iron-covered fence around it constantly reminding Gu Jiu that "this is a prison cell, this is a prison cell", Gu Jiu must have acted every minute thinking that this is a luxury room of a certain inn.

The daily utensils inside are better than usual ones. !

...perfect except for three leaky walls.

"I have wronged Mr. Song and stayed here for a few days. When the truth is found out, the adults will welcome you in person." After watching the prison chief lock the prison door, the head catcher said to Song Qingyi and Gu Jiu, who were in the cell with both hands clasped in fists.

Song Qingyi, who was called 'Mr. Song', nodded slightly to the catcher, "Say hello to your lord for me."

Li Kui, magistrate of Qingyang County, is a rare person Song Qingyi admires. Although he still has the inexplicable stubbornness of a literati, his heart is upright and full of a sense of justice.

It has to be said that Qingyang County is much better than before Li Kui came.

After all, Song Qingyi has lived here for nearly ten years, and he is the person who can understand it best.

It's just that Tanhua, the youngest and most promising young man with outstanding literary talent, was dispatched to such a poor country. I don't know if it was the work of someone called "Nine Thousand Years".

But he is just a common man, what happened in court has nothing to do with him.

Song Qingyi opened his eyes slightly, and collected his breath from the meditation of cross-legged meditation.

There was only one bed against the bluestone wall in the cell. Although it was covered with several layers of comfort and exposed to the sun, it exuded the clean breath left by the sun, but it also became cold because of being in this dark cell.

Song Qingyi lowered his eyes slightly to look at Gu Jiu, who was sleeping soundly facing inside, wrapped himself in a cocoon. The blue silk covered his delicate and gentle side face, but let the straight nose and lips be in the plain white bedding and crow feathers. The hair looks more attractive.

Like the only glowing light that exudes warmth in the cold night and makes people want to get close.

however……

Some people like to show up when they should least be there.

Song Qingyi closed her eyes and lowered her eyelashes, which looked extraordinarily long and straight, without even the slightest tremor.Dressed in light blue robes, with a face as warm as jade, against the bluestone wall that looks a bit eerie in the dark night, it actually presents a kind of luster.

Looking from outside the prison cell through the iron-clad wooden fence that looks even colder, there is an aesthetic feeling that catches the eye.

"...I really didn't expect that." Song Qingyi was still sitting cross-legged, looking carefully at Gu Jiu, who was asleep and unaware of what was happening now, and spoke with a gentle tone without any resentment, There are even some smiles in it.However, it is this appearance and tone of voice that most stimulate people who feel guilty about themselves.

After sighing and whispering, Song Qingyi slowly raised his head and looked straight ahead at the darkness outside the cell.

"Our meeting is here."

The gentle voice echoed in the empty cell. If Gu Jiu was still awake, he would think that Song Qingyi was looking at the void and talking to himself.

However, at this moment, there was something vaguely visible in the dark place outside the cell that Song Qingyi was looking straight at.

As if he had finally conceded defeat in this contest, Song Yi, who was wearing a black matte cloak, stepped forward slightly, and slowly lifted off the hoodie that covered most of his face with both hands, revealing half of his silver mask.Across the wooden fence, there was a face similar to Song Qingyi's.

Whether it is the temperament, demeanor, or face at this moment.

Song Yi was still hiding in the dark, still not recovering from the shock he had just seen Song Qingyi's face.

Although Uncle Zhao had emphasized many times in front of the castle owner and him that the person in front of him and the castle owner were almost printed in the same mold, but he also thought that this was just Uncle Zhao, who usually likes to exaggerate, exaggerating the facts again statement.

Even when the castle owner was leaving immediately after receiving Uncle Zhao's letter, he seemed very disapproving.After all, for so many years, the news about the suspected 'Elder Prince' has never stopped, but every time it is official, it is just another disappointment.

As a bystander, Song Yi didn't have the right to say much about what happened back then, but he was innocent.

After seeing Song Qingyi, who looks exactly like Song Yi, can't it prove that the castle master's wife actually told everyone a big lie?Just because of her unknown thoughts.

After hearing Song Qingyi's indifferent and calm tone just now, Song Yi didn't know what the Castle Master standing in front of him was thinking.

But he was full of guilt.

Back then, when Song Yi sent away the eldest son who was only a few days old in the castle, he felt guilty without saying a word.

this kid...

We all owe him, and we have no chance in this life to make it up.

Song Yi sighed in his heart, depressed.

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Inn.

At midnight, Xiao Er filled some more oil into the oil lamp outside the porch, then yawned and squinted, and went back to sleep in the room next to the kitchen.

Lotus curled up in the corner of the bed, staring blankly at the faint light coming in from the outside without any sleepiness.

After what happened during the day, how could she still be able to sleep.

Didn't return all night, father, mother, brother, did you look for her everywhere?Must be in a hurry.But……

The girl rested her small and round chin on her knees, staring blankly at the closed door.Before going to bed, she had already used a stool against the door. As long as anyone dared to enter the house in the dark, he would bring the stool down, and she would know immediately.

She also checked the windows no less than ten times to make sure they were closed.But still can't sleep.

This inexplicable fear of not knowing what was going to happen made her angry and scared.

Angry at his timidity, but continued to be afraid.Even if you can't bear the sleepiness and close your eyes slightly, you will be awakened by a small movement coming from nowhere in the next moment.

I want to sleep, but I am too scared to sleep.

Lotus wants to scream, cry, and smash things!

But this is not her place, and the person who brought her back was not as talkative and kind as he seemed. She wondered if Song Zhishang would be waiting for him with a smile and a casual look if she really did that. sword.

It turns out that the glaring people in this world are really not the scariest ones. The scariest ones are those who are smiling but can mercilessly swing their knives down without blinking their eyes.

You will find at that moment that in his eyes, you are not a living thing at all, but a thing that can be smashed at will without any feeling.

Now.She was something brought back by Song Zhishang.

The lotus curled up, and suddenly gave birth to 'ah... maybe being raped can't be worse than it is now? ' Thoughts.

The human heart is a strange thing.

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Song Qingyi quietly looked at the man outside the wooden fence. Although this was only the first time they met, he could clearly know that half of his blood flowed in his body.

The human heart is a strange thing.

he thought.

When he was young and helpless, he fantasized all the time that his 'father' would step into his line of sight against the light at a certain moment, as if a god descended to save him from this gloomy, hopeless place. Walk.

How piously he was pleading at that time... just like the gods and Buddhas who worshiped year after year, day after day, and always sat on the lotus platform, closing their eyes and smiling, and sympathizing with the world.

However, that imaginary 'father' is like the gods and Buddhas in the sky, never showing up.

But when he no longer expected it, and even thought it was good, he appeared.

...It's ridiculous.

The sarcasm and coldness in Song Qingyi's eyes was like the ice that loomed under the river under the warm winter sun, and he didn't hide it, or to be more precise, he didn't want to hide it.

He looked at Song Yi, who was still half hidden in the dark, with a silent expression, even though he had taken off his hoodie, smiled slightly, and spoke in a gentle and elegant voice.

"I don't know what to teach Master Song when he came here."