after i found out my new wife was a man

Qingquan Temple still has a quiet and solemn appearance. Where the winding path leads to seclusion, there is a meditation room with gradually darkening vegetation, but no one would know that under the calm-looking meditation room, walking down the steep stairs all the way, The piercing coldness of the ground is icy cold, and the darkness is like a bottomless abyss.

And in this abyss, there are two people standing.

He Yaoqing deliberately lowered his voice very softly, bent slightly, and rested his chin on Xie Lingyu's shoulder.

The man's hot and humid breath lingered on the side of Xie Lingyu's neck, causing him to lean back unconsciously, but it could only make the person in front of him stick closer to the ground, and in the end he could only turn his head away from looking at him in a bit of embarrassment. .

But he didn't know that he was confined in this small and dark space, and his slightly frowning expression of forbearance could only make He Yaoqing's next behavior worse.

There was silence all around, except for He Yaoqing's voice, there was only the sound of water dripping.

So soon, Xie Lingyu no longer had the energy to think about other things.

With the sound of He Yaoqing's narration, his eyes opened wider and wider, and the initial shock in his pupils was gradually filled with anger. I can no longer feel the movement beyond the distance.

The underground ice room is dark and empty, and there is cold air everywhere. Here, it seems that even time has stopped passing.

Above the ice room, outside the meditation room, the sky had gradually darkened, and the autumn wind was strong, Fang Bo, who was guarding the door, unconsciously wrapped his robe tightly around his body.

Yellow leaves drifted across the courtyard, and there were few leaves left on the linden tree. This long autumn day was finally coming to an end.

But after autumn comes severe winter.

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At this time, outside the heavily guarded prison of Dali Temple, a yellow leaf floated past.

From the pitch-black prison entrance, a figure rushed out. This person was dressed in a four-clawed python robe, his feminine face was full of violence, his eyes were almost blood red, and his left hand was faintly stained with blood.

The prince, who was strictly forbidden by the emperor to stay in the East Palace, appeared in Dali Temple at this time, and he entered and exited as if no one was there. It was really ridiculous.

The jailers standing at the door hurriedly knelt down and saluted. Behind them, the prison was dark and long, and even the firelight showed a ferocious look.

In the deepest part of the prison, Xu Yuanwu knelt down on the ground, his panting was oppressive and heavy, and he almost couldn't stand up straight.

It wasn't until a long time later that he gradually calmed down. He straightened up with difficulty and moved his body to the corner of the wall. The shackles on his body dragged on the ground, as if shining red with blood.

He leaned against the corner of the wall, motionless, only the blood that moistened his temples slowly flowed down.

The prison is full of suffocating smells.

The stinging pain on his forehead kept hitting his brain, Xu Yuanwu thought with a little mockery, that he could still feel the pain, which meant that he was in a good state now.

Should be enough to last until that day.

In a daze, he recalled that dream again. In fact, Xu Yuanwu knew all along that the "snake" had already bound his hands and feet. It was cold and sticky, and would only suffocate him.

But he was powerless, from beginning to end, he was powerless.

At that time, he rushed back from the frontier with the Ningshuang sword in high spirits. He would never have thought that once he came back, he would never go back.

He just thinks that this sword is rare in the world, and the process of obtaining it is a coincidence, and it is destined to be with him. In other words, it is something that can make a dignified prince of a country spend effort to calculate him. Isn't it "predestined".

He'll never...never forget that day.

Begging for a coincidence, Qixi Festival was supposed to be a festive festival, but when I came back from the court, I ran into someone from the prince by accident. I sent a letter of invitation to meet him at night by the Huaming River, and repeatedly told him not to pass it on to outsiders.

He thought over and over again, but he still didn't alarm others, and went to accept the invitation.

When he went there, he was sitting in the carriage, and it was very lively outside. He lifted the curtain and looked out. There were people on the road next to each other, and he saw a familiar figure when he passed by a stall.

Although the figure was wearing a mask, most of the face was covered, but Xu Yuanwu would never admit his mistake. He laughed out loud just by looking at it, thinking in his heart that he was already married, how could this child still be the same as when he was a child? exactly the same.

Just as he was about to say hello, the carriage suddenly started to move quickly. Xie Lingyu seemed to have already bought the mask and paid for it, and hurriedly walked in the opposite direction with a slightly unfamiliar figure beside him.

There were too many people in the Qiqiao market, and the noise went straight to the sky, so it was only a blink of an eye, and it was nowhere to be found.

He failed to say hello, but at that time he just shook his head with a smile, thinking that the next time we meet again, he must make a good joke.

But he never thought that after tonight, he would never be able to say hello to this child again.

In the distance of the prison cell, there seemed to be some shrill screams faintly. Xu Yuanwu's head was lowered, his whole face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Only the blood flowing down the temples gradually solidified, and after drying, it looked like a crack-like scar.

The ferocious face of the prince seemed to appear in front of his eyes again, and all the voices in his ears were stern and hoarse.

"How could it be such a coincidence that you happened to meet a businessman when you went to inspect it yourself? Do you still remember why you went to inspect it?"

Because of his "loyal" lieutenant.

Xu Yuanwu still remembered that there was a cup of tea in front of him, and the water mist was dense, but his eyes became more and more dry, while the crown prince's eyes were wide open, almost tearing his canthus, but his voice was cold and frantic, like a hissing A snake spitting out poison.

"...You don't need to care about it yourself, but your Xu family has a big business. There are hundreds of people in the whole house, even wives, concubines, children, and even the eldest son you value the most. Do you want them to go with you? ?”

So the next sentence seemed to stab at his heart.

"From now on, the nine clans will be annihilated, the entire family will be treated as slaves, women will be prostitutes, and you will be exiled to Bianhan, you don't care?"

"If it's not the Xie family, then only your Xu family!"

The prince's voice was almost hoarse, but then he laughed again.

"Besides, this is your family's blessing. Who said that only the Xie family can be the Marquis of Wu'an who has power over the government? This is an opportunity, a chance to become the next Marquis of Wu'an."

The prince pressed his hands on the table, bent down and stared into the eyes of the person sitting still: "Remember, you are General Xu, the head of the Xu family, not Xu Yuanwu."

——I am General Xu, the head of the Xu family, not just Xu Yuanwu.

The shrill screams in the distance of the cell gradually weakened, but Xu Yuanwu still hung his head and did not move.

When he came out, he didn't want to take the carriage anymore, he just wanted to walk back step by step, the road was still lively, he looked at everything around him, but he couldn't see anything at all.

...But Xie Lingyu was the only one who was carrying the river lantern again.

Standing in the darkness, he watched the river light flashing in the child's hand, smiling all over his face, and in the distance behind him was a river formed by thousands of bright lights.

He saw him carefully pick out two river lanterns, and saw him turn his back and walk farther and farther away. He was standing there all the time, looking at him all the time.

A jailer was patrolling the cell with a lamp, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. The faint light illuminated Xu Yuanwu's drooping face.

The forehead was bloody and bloody, and the blood had dried up.

But until now, even in such a state, he has never regretted it.

He never regrets it.

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