This quick wear is a bit sweet

182 Chapter 14
Zhiwan fiddled with the pipa, and the sound of gold and jade meeting resounded in the room immediately. Amidst the resentful sound of the pipa, she whispered: "Why are you not in the death row? There are rumors outside that you were beaten to death in the death row. After suffering so much, how can you be here well?"

Xun Guang said: "I'm not on death row. Is Fu Jin where you are?"

Zhiwan said, "How do you know?"

Xunguang suddenly became anxious, and said: "I saw him here just now, if I can pass here, I must go to you to settle down, is he still there now?"

Zhi Wan was in a bad mood, even dialed the wrong strings, and said anxiously: "He didn't settle down, he said he was going to the death cell to inquire about the news, he met me and left."

Xunguang suddenly stood up and said, "I wanted you to bring him a letter, but this is too bad."

Zhiwan said: "What should I do now?"

Xunguang said: "I want to go out."

When she rolled her eyes, she already had an idea.

The sound of the pipa from upstairs kept going, and it took an hour for the door to open again.

Zhiwan handed the Qin to the maid guarding the door, and went downstairs.

It was very dawn, the sky was hazy, the white mist turned into frost, and everything was still. It was the best time to sleep, and the guards guarding the gate couldn't help it, yawning profusely, and tears blurred their eyes.

Zhiwan lowered her head and walked out of the door, but was suddenly blocked by a figure.

"Qianyun, aren't you taking a rest at this hour?"

The cloak was lifted, revealing Xunguang's slightly larger facial features.

She took off her cloak silently, looked at Fu Changqi with steam on her head, and knew that he had been waiting here for a long time.

"The guilty minister sees the emperor."

Fu Changqi supported her body as she was about to kneel down and said, "If you want to go out and tell me, why bother dressing up like this? This is not suitable for you."

Xunguang was wearing Zhiwan's clothes, which were stretched to the elbow, revealing a section of his ankle.

Fu Changqi said: "Invite the idlers out, I have something to discuss with Master Qianyun."

"Yes."

The guard obeyed the order, and soon took Zhiwan out to send him away. Zhiwan looked back at Xunguang worriedly, and saw Fu Changqi holding Xunguang's hand with one hand.

"Let's go, Qianyun."

Fu Changqi dragged Xunguang up the stairs step by step, and then his eyes became cold and cold inch by inch.

"For Fu Jin, you really can do anything. It seems that I am too kind."

Xunguang knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, please be merciful to Fu Jinwang, no matter what price you have to pay, the guilty minister is willing."

Fu Changqi said: "I will consider what you say."

Xunguang was looking at him in surprise, but saw that he had a strange smile on his face, his face was full of bad water, and he thought that he was really a bad boy, so he couldn't believe him.

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard Fu Changqi say: "Come here, give Master Qianyun twenty big boards, hit harder, and let her have a long memory."

Xunguang was already numb to the twentieth board, so he didn't need anyone to pull him down, and he got down on the bench in the hall with ease.

She silently complained to the system: "No. [-], I really don't understand why the Destiny's Child is like this?"

The system insisted on defending the Son of Destiny: "Those who achieve great things must have ulterior motives. People will pry their own dragon chairs all day long. If they don't, they will be safe."

One person, one system was silent for a moment, and then tacitly turned on the pain shielding and fake crying modes.

Soon there was blood on the ground.

Fu Changqi was aloof, leaning on the railing to watch, the more he watched, the more comfortable he felt, as if he could beat Fu Jin out of Xunguang's heart by hitting him a few times.

After the execution was over, he slowly went downstairs and squatted in front of Xunguang, the charming face was enlarged in front of Xunguang, and finally only a finger away.

"I've got good news for you. Fu Jin has been arrested and is on death row. Would you like me to take you to see him? If you can still walk, forget it. We won't wait until the deadline."

Xunguang's pupils suddenly dilated, unbelievable.

She thought bitterly, an emperor is not doing his job properly, not going to the early court, playing cat and mouse game here, if I can't walk, wouldn't it be a waste of your kindness.

Thinking, she struggled to get up.

Fu Changqi saw that Xunguang's lower body was already scarlet, but she was unconscious, except for her pale face, she couldn't see any pain.

For Fu Jin, she actually did this!
He sneered and said, "Since you want to see her so much, come with me."

Xunguang silently followed, Fu Jin was sitting in a sedan chair, and she was wearing nondescript and thin women's clothes, and there were bloodstains along the way.

Such an appearance was really horrible, even the guards who followed him couldn't bear to look at it, so they turned their heads away.

Back then, she and Fu Jin competed with each other in the martial arts arena, but now one is downcast and the other is imprisoned. Even if they know that Xunguang is a woman, everyone can't help but sigh in their hearts.

Xunguang was completely unaware of other people's gazes, and the pain shield could not block the cold wind, which was like a knife, cooling her from the outside to the inside, and entering the cold death row, she felt warmer instead.

There was no skylight in the dungeon, only a dim light, Xunguang saw Fu Jin at a glance.

Fu Jin was tied up, his whole body was covered in blood, his bones were bony, his expression of floating waves disappeared, and only silence remained. The moment he heard the sound of footsteps, his eyes brightened, and he looked towards Xunguang.

He could hear Xunguang's footsteps, even if a group of people came, he could still tell.

Xunguang no longer cared about Fu Changqi, stepped forward, and hugged Fu Jin.

The foreheads of the two touched each other, and they couldn't speak a thousand words.

Fu Jin suddenly said: "Why did you mess with him? You got hit again. Why don't you just go and beat him with a steel butt, otherwise you'll be beaten in two sooner or later."

When Xunguang heard that he still had the energy to tease himself, he should be fine right now, so let go of half of his heart.

Fu Jin said again: "Go away, look and see, the two of us have long been irrelevant, I regret it, if it weren't for you, maybe I would be the prince now."

Xun Guang immediately said: "It's not your turn to have your spring and autumn dream."

Fu Jin lowered his head, touched her face, and said in a low voice, "I'm incompetent, and I've made you suffer. I've only had such a beautiful dream in my life, and I'm already satisfied. Leave me alone."

Xunguang listened to his farewell words, but did not speak.

Fu Changqi clapped his hands and said, "It's really touching, I've seen enough, let's go."

Xunguang was not reluctant, turned and left, and followed Fu Changqi's footsteps.

After leaving the prison, Fu Changqi said, "Take Lord Qianyun back to the palace."

Before the words fell, Xunguang had already passed out.

The wound and the cold made Xunguang fall ill, but she had to be beaten several times a month, and everyone was used to it, so they didn't take too much care of her.

Fu Changqi announced that he would make Xunguang his concubine, but was opposed by all the ministers, and there was an uproar.

On the third day, as soon as he came down to court, he was blocked in the meeting hall, and Xunguang happened to be temporarily staying in the side hall, so he could hear the dispute clearly.

All the old officials said that she was deceiving the emperor, not dignified, not chaste, her ears were calloused, but Fu Changqi's reaction was beyond her expectation.

Fu Changqi burst into tears.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he spoke eloquently as he cried: "I am alone, my parents are dead, and I have no brothers. I relied on Qian Yun to carry me out in the fire and save me from death. After that, I was imprisoned in the cold palace, and it was also Qian Yun who carried me out. Yun risked his life every night to bring me food to prevent me from starving to death. How can I forget the grace of my survival?"

He said it was pitiful, tears were like money, and Xunguang secretly said that this person is also an actor, if he hadn't been punished by himself, he really thought he was so grateful to him.

(End of this chapter)