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The front eyes are also too wide open, looking scary.

Some people also said that it is said that this kind of person who died in vain had a strong evil spirit, and would remember the appearance of the person who killed him with his eyes.

That night, Chu Ziling locked Yan Yuanzhao's body in the same tent as Shi Tingyun.

After one night, Shi Tingyun was close to madness.

Half a year later, Wangcheng was destroyed, and the imperial family fled to the north. The thirteenth prince Yan Yuanheng, who was left behind in the palace, was captured alive because of the city's destruction.

After Chu Ziling imprisoned the two in the prison, he specially brought Yan Yuanheng to see Shi Tingyun.

Seeing his old friend for the first time, Yan Yuanheng couldn't believe that Shi Tingyun was still alive, and his solemn face after being captured finally showed some fluctuations.

He walked forward, as if he was afraid of waking up a sweet dream, and lightly patted Shi Tingyun's shoulder.

However, Shi Tingyun seemed to be bitten by a poisonous snake, fell to the ground, and kowtowed: "The little slave is humble, and dare not stain the prince's golden body....The small slave is humble, and dare not stain the prince's golden body."

... Yuan Heng, I don't care anymore.

You have to live.

Don't be like Yuan Zhao, don't be like Yuan Zhao.

Yan Yuanheng was sluggish on the spot, meeting Shi Tingyun's tremblingly raised gaze, his heart ached, his eyelashes drooped, covering the cold light in his eyes.

Satisfied, Chu Ziling left, and temporarily imprisoned Yan Yuanheng and Shi Tingyun in the sky prison. In a good mood, he turned to the palace where he could only walk with his head bowed in the past, and chose a satisfactory palace for his eldest son.

No one could have imagined that Yan Yuanheng escaped from prison that night.

He couldn't go outside no matter what, the dungeon was heavily guarded, even if he took a step, he would be pierced by Wan Nu.

After all, Chu Ziling didn't care much about Yan Yuanheng's life and death, not only did he not restrain him, but also provided him with bedding and tea sets, clearly expecting him to hang himself with the sheets or cut his wrists with the teacup.

As Chu Ziling thought, Yan Yuanheng crushed a teacup, chose the sharpest one, and used the lock-picking technique developed by Shi Tingyun when he was a child to quietly break open the cage of the sky prison where he was. Before that, he opened the lock of Shi Tingyun's cage again, and slowly fastened the chain again, locking himself and Shi Tingyun together.

Shi Tingyun was suffering from a high fever and was drowsy when he saw that familiar young man who looked like an orchid orchid and jade tree walking in front of him, his temple hair was slightly disheveled, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood.

He squirmed his lips, muttering and repeating the words that he had said countless times in his nightmare.

A warm hand rested on the back of his neck, and squeezed it twice as if comforting him, as if to comfort him, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

Immediately, a sharp point came to his throat, cutting his throat crisply.

The only young man in the spring day of Wangcheng was lying in his arms covered in blood, without a sound.

Yan Yuanheng supported his shoulders, listened to the noisy footsteps outside, put the broken porcelain on his neck, and whispered in his ear: "Time stops, Yan Yuanheng misses you for a long time. But you don't know."

After all, Yan Yuanheng held Shi Tingyun's corpse in his arms with one hand amidst the increasingly noisy footsteps, and slowly cut his throat.

... The spring scenery of Wangcheng is gone.