The daggers that were drawn on the body of the little prince of Nanmin were very slow, so slow that they could carve flowers on the body of the little prince of Nanmin.

Wen Wenlan sat in the cell for a long time, from the shrill shouts of the little prince of Nanmin to the wailing reappearing, she still had a indifferent face, indifferent to the voice in the cell, and finally she felt bored, so she slowly got up.

"Don't let him die so easily." Wen Wenlan opened his mouth and realized that most of his strength had flowed away. His voice sounded very weak. "You can just do your best to get something out."

The little prince of Nanmin has reached this point, and it doesn’t matter if he can’t get anything out, so he can use him to test Yan Si’s level.

When he came out, there was a dark outside. With the faint light of the lanterns under the eaves, Wen Wenlan saw a figure standing beside the steps.

"Mo Huai?" She called out softly, and suddenly felt dizzy in her head. The scene in front of her became darker and darker, and her legs became softer, and she couldn't help but tilt to the side.

"Your Majesty!" Buyan rushed forward and hugged Wen Wenlan.

"I'm fine." Wen Wenlan leaned against Buyan and rubbed her temples. She blinked and tried to see what was in front of her. "How long have you been waiting here?"

Buyan hugged Wen Wenlan's shoulders and quickly put on her cloak. Before and after the exchange of sun and moon, the coolness was the heaviest.

"Your Majesty hasn't closed his eyes all night, let's take a break first."

Yan Si, who followed from the cell, was waiting behind Wen Wenlan in a regular manner. Buyan did not bring anyone here. He knew that this was not a place where ordinary palace servants could set foot, so he waited here alone all night.

Wen Wenlan supported herself with her unspoken force. After a while, she felt a big stone in her chest move away, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, and the scene in front of her gradually became clearer.

"How is Mo Huai there?" After a busy day, Wen Wenlan was very concerned about Zhou Mo Huai. She calmed down and shouted to see him.

"The Imperial Hospital has changed the medicine for General Zhou twice. General Zhou is very good now and needs rest. His Majesty also needs rest. His Majesty doesn't want General Zhou to see this tired look, so let General Zhou worry." Buyan hugged Wen Wenlan tightly and did not let her run around, "Go and have a rest first, okay?"

Wen Wenlan can worry about a thousand people and ten thousand people in their hearts, but they don’t say that they only have Wen Wenlan in their hearts. Taking good care of Wen Wenlan is their duty to never forget until death.

If there is anything wrong with Wen Wenlan, they will not be able to get along with him.

"Now is not the time to rest, and there are still many things that have not been resolved." Wen Wenlan slowly walked out with Buyan, followed by Yan Si, who was shrouded in the darkness. There was only a little red under the cloak in the darkness. "Let me go with you."

On the eve of dawn, the coolness was very heavy and it emerged from the ground and went straight into the bone marrow.

"Accompany me to go to Chongjia for a walk." Since this person is back, it is time to have a break and will be resolved sooner or later. It is better to act immediately. If you delay it for a long time, problems will arise.

If this matter is not handled well and it is passed on to Zhou Mohuai, I don’t know what he would think.

When he was seriously injured, the former eunuch came back.

Unknown meaning.

Chongjia was not taken to the Dali Temple prison, nor was he locked up in a cell by Yan Si. Instead, he was placed under house arrest in an abandoned palace in the palace, a distance from Yihua Palace.

The palace gate was locked, and there was Yan Si looking outside the door. Through the window paper, you could see the light inside.

It is normal to have no sleep all night.

Wen Wenlan took a deep breath and asked Yan Si to open the door.

"Your Majesty..." Buyan pulled Wen Wenlan's sleeves and showed concern. There were too few people around him, so he just went in like this, for fear of an accident.

What he was most worried about was that His Majesty was soft-hearted when he saw His Highness Chongjia, and asked His Highness Chongjia to come back. If this was the case, General Zhou's situation would be very embarrassing, what should he do then?

But Wen Wenlan's mouth curled and she smiled strangely, "You go in with me."

Buyan was stunned, lowered his head and stopped talking.

The two entered the hall together, Chongjia sat by the window, not knowing what he was looking at. The loud noise of the door opened did not wake him up. Instead, Wen Wenlan's footsteps almost made him jump up.

"Your ears are very sensitive." Wen Wenlan sat down on the couch, with the only light source in the room at hand.

She thought she was walking lightly, but she was still noticed by Chongjia.

"No one will miss His Majesty." Chongjia floated over like a ghost, kneeling at Wen Wenlan's feet obediently, not crying or making a fuss. "I'm fine over the years? I heard that Your Majesty has a new love and is very pampered."

Wen Wenlan looked at him squintly. Chongjia's white and clean face no longer used the rouge he liked. Tears were rolling in his eyes that were exactly the same as before. He was shining with the jumping candlelight. The warm light softly gathered on his beautiful facial features. I felt pity.

"Your information is very informative, and you should know that you don't have this opportunity anymore." Wen Wenlan's eyes moved and she turned her head, "Do you still dare to come back? Do you die?"

Leaving Raocheng without authorization into the palace is a crime of resistance and death.

"I will die before His Holiness even if I die." The crying voice was very firm.

Wen Wenlan couldn't help but look over, and saw a teardrop slipping across Chongjia's cheeks. Not only was there no sadness in his red eyes, but he was full of attachment to her.

Chongjia has changed, and the child of that year has grown up.

It's too late.

"I still remember the scene of my first meeting with you. It's been so many years in a flash. I have never doubted your loyalty and feelings, but I will not forgive your betrayal." Wen Wenlan touched Chongjia's neck with his hand and his fingers slowly tightened. "Don't meet me in the next life."

Chongjia closed his eyes and burst into tears. He unexpectedly did not resist, but nodded with satisfaction.

His breathing became more and more rapid. He hoarsely opened his mouth, "Die at the hands of His Majesty, no regrets..."

He wants His Majesty to always remember his appearance, and even if he cannot live by His Majesty, he must live in His Majesty's heart.

He has been with His Majesty for so many years, but in the end he has not been able to get into His Majesty's heart. Anyway, he cannot escape death. It is better to use all his last strength to leave a scratch in His Majesty's heart.

It doesn’t matter whether your Majesty is happy or guilty, as long as there is a mark on it, he will be satisfied.

Wen Wenlan's heart swayed with a bang, and she suddenly let go of her hand, "You are more beautiful than before, and more like a personal person than before..."

In the past, Chongjia cared too much about Wen Wenlan's feelings, and would be happy because of her words, and would be sad because of her look that she could not eat for several days. The emperor's ruthlessness was destined not to take good care of Chongjia's feelings. Chongjia, who was delicate in his mind, finally lost himself in the face of gains and losses.

"Isn't your Majesty liked like that before?" Chongjia suddenly panicked, his eyes trembled, and his face turned pale, "It was His Majesty who praised Tu Yanzhi as good-looking, and that's what the minister did..."

Although rouge covers his appearance, his Majesty likes it, he doesn't care, but...

"I praise the actor, are you? It's embarrassing!"

Chongjia sat on the ground, muttering something in his mouth. He suddenly hugged Wen Wenlan's legs and cried, "Your Majesty, look at me, look at me..."

The crying made Wen Wenlan a headache. She closed her eyes, ignored Chongjia, and cut off his last thoughts.

"I won't kill you, but I won't continue to let you stay away. I have given you a chance, and I won't be soft-hearted again this time." Wen Wenlan kicked Chongjia away and said ruthlessly, "The irrelevant person has nothing to do with me."

"Your Majesty, don't, please beg your Majesty for your kindness..."

Chongjia cried and wanted to pounce back, but was stopped by Buyan. He struggled hard, not even bothering to destroy his image. His hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and his voice was hoarse and ugly. Wen Wenlan was still unmoved, and his face was calm and gentle.

The last time Wen Wenlan drove him out of the palace, he only said that he would never meet again, but he still recognized Jia.

Now Wen Wenlan said that Chongjia is an irrelevant person and a fatal blow to defeat Chongjia.

Chongjia lived for Wen Wenlan in this life, and it was like a sign of an invisible contract between the two. As long as Wen Wenlan is still there, even if Chongjia is not in the palace, there is still a force to support Chongjia's heart.

However, now that he has lost his host, but the contract is still there, Chongjia doesn't know how to live, like a kite with a broken string, life has nowhere to go and can't come back.

"Since you want to stay, then stay forever." Wen Wenlan called Yan Si and dragged Zhong Jia out, and fell into Yan Si's hands. Living is not better than death.

The hall suddenly became quiet, and the flames that had just flickered and jumped stabilized again.

"Are you satisfied with this result?" Wen Wenlan calmly smoothed the wrinkles that were caught by Chongjia on the hem of the quilt, and used the quietest way to erase the last traces of Chongjia's existence.

Don't say anything, "The slave is afraid."

"Do you think I'm too ruthless? After all, Chongjia was once a person around me and has known you for many years?" Wen Wenlan held the scissors and lit up the faint flame, "Hmm?"

I remained silent without saying anything.

"After all, it's been so many years... I hope he can survive it, be a good person in the next life, and don't contact the ruthless imperial family again..." Wen Wenlan sighed quietly, and with a "click", he cut out the bright candlelight with a knife.

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Chongjia has completely stepped down, which is quite miserable. Let’s write him an extra.
Chapter completed!