: 109 Fanwai Huanghuangyi Dream

The dark cell is not bright all day long, and the thick hay can't resist the coldness of the bluestone, and it is thoroughly through the bones.
The mouse drilled in the haystack, and suddenly the head reached a hand, and the open mouth pierced it.
"Hey..." Jing Hao was awake by the mouse and buckled it with his backhand.
"Oh--" the mouse was so scared that he screamed.
Mu Hanzhang, who was asleep on the side, was awakened, watching Jingjing and the mouse confront each other, could not help but laugh, slowly sat up and said: "How can Wang Wang not sleep?"
Jing Hao looked back at him, and there was a torch on the gallery floor, squeaking in the night, and the dim light reflected the corner of the corner, and the strangeness showed some warmth. I couldn't help but put it together, and took the mouse in his hand and showed him: "I caught this, we have meat."
Mu Hanzhang looked at the gray-haired mouse who was struggling. He couldn’t imagine how to make a mouthful of this thing. He didn’t intend to continue this topic with him:
If Wang Ye can’t sleep, don’t talk to the minister. ... coughing..." He coughed up again, his body was not good, there was no medicine in the prison, the bluestone was cold, and the cramps were often cramped at night, and now the legs are still pumping for a while. pain.
When Jing Jing saw him coughing, he moved over and tied the tail of the mouse to the wall nail and leaned on him: "That... if you are cold, you will lean on me." Although he is not at home all the year round, Wang Hao’s He is also aware of his poor health. It is also true that he can’t be too harsh. The medicine has been for him to eat, but it has not been good for so many years.
Mu Hanzhang shook his head and looked at the handsome face of Jing Hao, which was full of sorrowful faces. It was full of Hu Wei, and a pair of beautiful eyes are now dull. These days are closed together, watching him from the initial madness, and then slowly giving up, after seeing the confession after the second emperor, and then to the present, the resentment accumulated in these years has been disillusionably dissipated a lot, saying In the end, Jing Hao is also an unfortunate person.
"Wang Ye, look at what it is." Mu Hanzhang raised his hand and pointed to a place on the roof.
The cell was made entirely of stone, and even the roof was no exception. Jing Hao followed his hand and saw a piece of moonlight in the crack in the roof. Under the cover of the torch is very weak, but in the position of Mu Hanzhang, you can clearly see a little starry sky.
Jing Hao looked at the place with surprise, in order to see clearly, and kept moving toward the position of Mu Hanzhang until he was attached to him.
The deep blue sky of the gemstone leaked out of the small gap, as if it contained infinite beauty, and the scenery looked at it intently, greedily reluctant to blink: "This beautiful night sky is comparable to what I saw in the desert. That's the way it is."
"What is the desert?" The body that came over was very warm, relieved the pain of the body. Mu Zhangzhang did not move, leaning on the blue brick wall and looking at it.
"The desert is endless, and there may be no people in the hundreds of miles." Jing Yu recalled the situation when he was young. He couldn’t help but smack his lips. "I went to chase the leader of the Huns at that time, and chased after three thousand light rides overnight. The whole desert. Only the hooves..."
"At that time, Wang Ye’s heart was definitely not afraid of anything." Mu Hanzhang looked at his brilliant eyes.
"Yeah, when I was young, I didn't know what to fear, I knew it was rushing! Even if I only had three thousand cavalry, I was not afraid of the 50,000-strong army of the Xiongnu..." Jing Hao said and stopped, quietly Looking at him, "Do you want to say something?"
Mu Hanzhang looked up at the little starry sky. "Wang Ye is young and fashionable and fearless. Now he is empty and there is nothing to worry about."
Jing Hao, the first time to seriously examine his own man, even if he was closed for a long time, described some wolves, still can not hide the arrogance of the literati, like a flexible bamboo, it seems to be more than his gallfield The people must be strong.
"Cough and cough..." Mu Hanzhang did not wait until the person around him answered, and he couldn't help but cough up, cold into the lungs, coughing the whole body followed by a slight tremor.
Jing Yan looked at the thin body leaning against the cold wall and curled up into a ball. Suddenly it felt a little distressed. The ghost made a poor hand and held the coughing man into his arms: "I will warm you."
The body in my arms is very thin, holding some pickpockets, the hand on the lips is almost skinny, the cyan veins are licking under the pale skin, it looks ugly, and the scenery is unbearable. Live in Emei, "How do you become so thin?"
Not waiting for Mu Hanzhang to answer, a sudden sound came from the empty cell, it should be the jailer with the key walking around. In the middle of the night, if there is nothing critical, the jailer will not sway with the key. Jing Hao immediately hugged the man in his arms and lay it in the haystack, buried his face in his long hair, and quietly observed the situation outside the door.
After the prisoner with the torch, he took two black men and walked to their cell to stop, and the two of them were still asleep, and they looked at each other. The jailer knocked on the iron gate and said with a sarcasm: "God to the king, the criminal department has two adults, and you have to ask some words."
"The imperial family is not allowed to be tried in the middle of the night, the prince is careful." Mu Jiezhang, who was pressed in his arms, whispered.
Jing Emei, sitting up, but did not let go of the person in his arms, cold voice: "Dog things, the king still sleeps, something to say tomorrow!"
"This can be done by the prince," the jailer opened the door and let the two come in. "The prince has been reluctant to plead guilty, not to ask Wang Hao today."
The black man walked calmly, and at first glance, he knew that the martial arts were not weak. Jing Hao’s instinct felt dangerous. He quickly stood up and kept the Huaizhong people behind him:
To judge the king or the king, you must have the hand of the father. ""
The jailer smiled and said nothing. When the two men came in, they quickly retired. They locked the door in three or two, and quickly walked away. The two men said nothing, and took two short knives in the sleeve. Rushed over.
Between the fire and the photoelectric stone, the Jingjing hole is suddenly shrunk, and the leg is kicked open by one person, and the knife is escaping from the oncoming knife. It is an enemy two, but it is hard to handle without a blade. It is quite difficult to cope.
Mu Hanzhang shrinks into the corner, so as not to add trouble to Jingjing.
Jing Hao took a knife and swung his body to the man on the iron gate. He slammed a loud noise, and the backhand stabbed the man’s chest. He suddenly felt that the back was cold, when the blade was broken. Cold, violently turned, but caught a warm body.
"With the chapter!" Jing Yan witnessed the short knife stabbed into the body of Mu Hanzhang, blood spewing! All he has lost, Mu Hanzhang is the last thing he has, and now he has to be taken away. How can it be, how can it be!
"Ah--" Jing Hao screamed and slammed the man into the corner of the wall, leaping into the air, and heavily plucking the knife in his hand into the chest of the black man, not enough, and then making up a knife, only killing the scarlet .
"Including chapters, including chapters, why are you suffering..." Jing Hao hugged the person with a sallow face, this person is to block the knife for him, his irresponsible husband has something worth paying for him. Rotate and yell at the door, "Come on! Come on!"
"No...no!" Jing Hao slammed up and gasped.
"What's wrong?" Mu Hanzhang was awakened, stumbled and climbed up, and saw Jingjing's face was very wrong. Immediately wake up and reach out and hold him. "Small spoon, what's wrong with you?"
The scene was half-turned, slowly turning back, and the people in front of the eyes were fixed, and the complexion was radiant. Because I just woke up and had a healthy ruddy, I was surrounded by warm-colored accounts, and the bed was soft.
"Small spoon..." Mu Hanzhang saw that his face was not right. He reached into his arms and gently patted him. "Do you have a nightmare?"
The warm body sticks to himself and really pulls him back from the nightmare. Jing Yan slowly reaches out and hugs his own king, slowly tightens, just wants to melt him into the marrow.
Mu Hanzhang found out that he had a cold sweat, and could not help but feel distressed. He gave him a smooth back: "What did you dream of?" In the end, the prince who was not afraid of his own prince, what would make him scare like this?
Jing Hao was silent and refused to speak. He just buried his face in the warm neck and greedily sucked the dry and warm atmosphere.
Mu Hanzhang saw that he did not answer, and he refused to let go. He smiled helplessly. They had been married for almost ten years. This guy, like a child, softened his voice and said: "I just did it. A strange dream, I dreamed that we were in a cell, you also caught a mouse..."
"Jun Qing!" Jing Hao violently opened the arms of the people, staring at him with wide eyes, not waiting for the person to respond, pressing the person under his body and kissing his lips.
The dream of Fangcai is too real, and the kind of pain that is about to lose all of them will drown him. Jing can't help but ask it again and again. Once and for all, it is not a dream. He and Junqing are living well. He I took care of Junqing very well, they lived happily...
Jing Hao tightly held the person who was sleeping in his arms and gently kissed him in the reddish eye corner.
The past has become a yellow dream, and it is useless.
How many times can there be a chance to come back in this world? Don't wait to lose the people in front of you, knowing that the rich and the rich are empty, remorse...
The author has something to say: This is the meat-free part of the special code written for custom printing. It is also the last chapter of Fan. The meat is full in the customization, the customization has been made, click
Purchase
Because Qianhe is still in school, June is too busy, all kinds of exams, so there is not much to write outside, this story is not very long, in fact, this article is to tell you a warm little story, no those unreasonable Suspicion, there is no mutual abuse for no reason, only Bo Jun will smile, no other demand (^__^)
Thank you to all the adults who bought V, the ticket, and the review. Love you, group~
The new article may open in July. If you want to know it in time, please collect the column of Qianhe. When you open the pit, the system will automatically prompt ~\\\\(≧▽≦)/~
Thank you: Breaking through the broken dash, Jun, 果, 果妈, 小夜笙澜, Shirley, card sauce, Baiyue Rushuang, the friends of the meatballs, the mines of several adults~