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Han Zhen was tied up and placed in a carriage with a serious soldier guarding him day and night.

After ten days of ups and downs, the initial despair has almost dissipated.

Now, Han Zhen just feels numb.

After five years of hiding, he failed to break free from the shackles of fate.

Han Zhen resigned to his fate.

He knew that with the lessons learned from the past, Liu Che would never give him another chance to escape.

What Han Zhen is about to face is lifelong confinement.

He and Huo Qubing probably won't have the chance to meet again in this life.

Fortunately, with the several gatherings during this period, his life was not in vain.

Han Zhen looked out through the shaking curtains, and Chang'an City was already in sight.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and after a while, the door curtain was lifted, and it was Huo Qubing's face that came into view.

Huo Qubing got into the car, showed his badge, and said to the soldier guarding Han Zhen, "I am here to pick up the young master by His Majesty's order. You can go down here, and I will watch over here."

The soldier got out of the car, and Huo Qubing untied Han Zhen's rope.

As soon as she was free, Han Zhen threw herself into Huo Qubing's arms, choked up and said, "My lord... I thought... I would never see you again..."

Huo Qubing hugged him tightly, forced himself to smile and said: "Fool, how could it be? I miss you so much, how could I not resist coming to see you. Let me see your face, okay?"

Han Zhen quickly straightened up, wiped away the tears on her face, and smiled.

"Thin." Huo Qubing looked at his face and said, "Didn't eat properly again?"

Han Zhen said, "Yes, I'm full every meal."

Huo Qubing asked, "Did you suffer any hardships on the way?"

Han Zhen shook his head and said, "They all treated me very well, serving me with good food and drink. Where is the young master? How have you been these few months?"

Huo Qubing reached out and stroked his face, saying: "Okay."

Han Zhen suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "This year, the loquats in our yard have a bumper harvest, and they bear the fruit of a tree. It's a pity that you don't have time to come back, so I climbed to the tree and picked a big basket by myself, and made it into a loquat." Dry it, put it in the clay pot in the kitchen, if you have time to go back later, remember to take it out and eat it, don't let it go bad."

Huo Qubing smiled and said, "Okay."

Han Zhen said again: "The two little brothers you saw at my house during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, one of them has the same surname as yours, Huo Qi, they got married last year, and the wife became pregnant not long after, but this year it was difficult to give birth. He died, leaving behind a frail and sick son, I helped to name him Huo Shan, please take care of me a little bit."

Huo Qubing said: "Okay."

Han Zhen still wanted to say something, but there were tears in Huo Qubing's eyes, so he stopped talking, stretched out his arms to hug Huo Qubing, and gently rubbed against his cheek.

Huo Qubing put his arms around his waist, tightened his arms, almost wanting to pull Han Zhen into his body.

Han Zhen was in pain, but kept silent, and hugged him desperately.

The carriage entered Hengmen and traveled all the way south, Weiyang Palace was at the end of the long street.

Han Zhen murmured in his ear, "My lord, it is my greatest blessing to meet you in this life."

Huo Qubing tried his best to hold back his tears and said, "Me too."

Han Zhen said: "Even if we can't see each other in the future, we should each be safe."

Huo Qubing nodded vigorously and said, "Okay."

Han Zhen said, "Don't get sick."

Huo Qubing said: "Yes."

Han Zhen said: "If you meet a woman you like, let's get married."

Huo Qubing held his shoulders, lifted him from his arms, looked him straight in the eyes, and said word by word: "In this life, I will never like anyone except you."

Han Zhen finally couldn't help it, tears burst into tears.

"Little Hazel, don't cry." Huo Qubing raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said softly, "No matter where we are, our hearts are always together, right?"

Han Zhen nodded indiscriminately, but was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

I wish there was no end to this road, but the carriage finally stopped slowly.

Tears fell more and more urgently, blurring his eyes, Han Zhen couldn't see Huo Qubing's appearance clearly.

He hurriedly wiped away his tears, at this last moment, he wanted to see clearly.

The door curtain was opened, and a soldier said: "General, we are here, Mr. Chuntuo is waiting at the gate of the palace."

Huo Qubing said in a deep voice, "Understood."

The soldier hesitated for a moment, then retreated.

Holding hands and looking at teary eyes, speechless.

Someone outside is urging again.

Han Zhenqiang smiled and said, "Young master, I'm leaving."

Huo Qubing didn't answer, he held his fingers together and led him out of the carriage.

Chun Tuo immediately came up to meet him, and said with a smile: "Young Master, Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time, hurry up and follow this old slave into the palace."

Han Zhen didn't make a sound, just stared at Huo Qubing obsessively.

Their hands are still tightly held together, as if they will never let go in this life.

Chuntuo hesitated for a moment, then said: "General, if you delay any longer, I'm afraid your Majesty will have trouble explaining it to you."

Huo Qubing finally let go.

Han Zhen didn't cry anymore.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Han Zhen stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss as soft as wings on Huo Qubing's lips.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the prison named Weiyang Palace without looking back.

Han Zhen dared not look back.

He was afraid that once he saw Huo Qubing's face, he would lose the courage to move forward.

Huo Qubing stood in the wind, looking at Han Zhen's thin back, he stood like a sculpture.

Has been one-hearted people, never leave each other.

At this moment, it is whiteheaded.

***

Weiyang Palace, Mingluan Palace.

Liu Che looked at the young man in front of him, his appearance was much more mature than that of five years ago.

The year Han Yan died was not yet his age.

Through him, Liu Che seemed to see the 23-year-old Han Yan, who should look like this now.

Liu Che approached him, raised his chin, forced him to look at him, and said in a deep voice, "Why did you run away in the first place?"

Time passed, and facing Liu Che again, Han Zhen no longer had any fear in his heart, and said softly, "Because I don't want to stay by your side."

Liu Che said: "Is that all? Or do you want to live together with Huo Qubing?"

Han Zhen lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Liu Che said coldly: "Give up. In this life, you will never want to escape from my palm again."

Han Zhen said indifferently: "I won't run away, I'm tired and I can't run away."

Liu Che stared at him for a moment, then suddenly picked him up and threw him on the bed.

When the body was pierced mercilessly, Han Zhen clutched the sheet under her body tightly without making a sound or shedding a single tear.

***

In the spring of the sixth year of Yuanshou, Huo Qubing returned to Didao's home alone.

He has lived here for less than half a month, but there are memories everywhere, and the memories are full of Han Zhen's appearance.

His happy appearance, his coquettish appearance, his angry appearance... are vivid in my memory.

Huo Qubing came to the kitchen and found the clay pot that Han Zhen mentioned.

Because it has been left for too long, the dried loquats inside have grown hairs.

Huo Qubing picked one up and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly, he felt the sweetness in his heart.

The loquat trees in the courtyard are still graceful and graceful.

After Huo Qubing stood under the loquat tree for a day and a night, a fire burned the whole mansion together with the loquat tree.

Huo Qubing went to look for Huo Qi again.

Huo Qi lived in poverty and couldn't afford to support Huo Shan, so he handed Huo Shan over to Huo Qubing and asked him to take him back to the mansion to raise him.

After returning to Chang'an from Didao, Huo Qubing became ill.

In the summer of the sixth year of Yuanshou, Huo Qubing died of illness at the age of 24. He was buried in Maoling and was given the posthumous title of Marquis Jinghuan.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Yuanshou, Han Zhen hanged himself in Mingluan Hall, and Emperor Wu returned his bones to Han Ze, Marquis of Gonggao.

Han then buried Han Zhen generously in Han's cemetery, and the tomb was next to his father Han Yan.