After sending Gao Neiguan away, Xiao Yu lay on the couch and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
What did Gao Naiguan want to do during this visit? What was the purpose of what he said? Xiao Yu couldn't understand.
And thinking about it further, many things were mixed together like a mess, which made him even more confused. Many people came and left in his mind like a revolving lantern.
This quiet environment is enough for him to think about problems, but he always has the feeling of falling from one trap into another. Maybe these are interlocking, and he is at a certain node. We have fallen deeper and deeper into the quagmire of this conspiracy.
Xiao Yu closed his eyes and tried to make himself fall asleep, but the more things came to his mind, which made his whole body struggle in a dreamlike state.
But he had a vague feeling that something else would happen that night, and maybe someone would come to him again and continue to negotiate terms with him for some ulterior deal.
But this kind of waiting was excruciating and unrealistic. He lay down and sat up and down, turning around, as if in a dream or awake, until the last bit of his energy was exhausted, and he fell into a drowsy sleep again.
In his sleep, he always felt that someone had come before, looked at him and left again.
But he seemed to hear someone say: No one in the court can be trusted.
He remembered this sentence, but he couldn't figure out whether someone really said it to him or whether he made it up in his sleep.
But in the next few days, he slept uneasily, and he never felt that anyone was secretly watching him in the middle of the night.
The days passed so slowly, Xiao Yu touched his chin again, and could already feel the prickly stubble on it, and he could only roughly estimate the time he had been locked up here based on how many meals he had eaten.
But this kind of slow process day after day can really drive people crazy, especially when they have nothing to do and are still worried about their future.
He could only walk around the prison, and when he was bored, he even counted the number of chains on the shackles.
The most fatal thing is that no one talks to him. He seems to have learned to talk to himself.
Before the soul piercing, he had always been tone-deaf, but now he started to sing. He couldn't sing those sour songs from brothels, but he sang popular songs one after another, and sometimes even sang Most of the night.
He originally thought that it would be the howling of ghosts and wolves, but for the first time he discovered that he had a good voice. At least his singing was much better than that of his pre-soul-transportation self, and he was able to participate in some talent show.
The more he sang, the more narcissistic he became, even to the point of self-admiration. Fortunately, no matter how loud he made, no one would care about him outside the iron gate. He even wondered whether the black-clad iron guards guarding him were all deaf and Dumb.
In short, except for the above-mentioned boring times, he will still calm down and think about some people and things.
And he had made preparations in advance and had thought up his words in response to the emperor's questions, but he didn't know if Xiao Yuheng would give himself a chance to explain given his cruelty.
Besides dealing with the emperor, what he thought about most was the people and things around him.
I don’t know what’s going on with the Jiangxia Palace now, as well as the elders of Chunhefang, and the brothers who followed him through life and death, including Mr. Dongfang, Yu Tianmin, and many others.
By the way, there is also Dendrobium. Since Hongxiao is safe now, there should be no problem with Dendrobium. Has he recovered from his injury and returned to Liu Shishu's side?
And... is it time for Liu Shishu to start back to Xiangyang? No, he will definitely not leave. He should be running back and forth for himself.
Finally, he also thought about Qingxue and Hongxiao. Sometimes when he thought about it in the middle of the night, he would have some physiological reactions.
In short, when he remembered that the two girls were the best to him, his little brother vented his anger and secretly cursed himself for being vulgar and obscene.
Xiao Yu really wants them to stay with him all the time. If in the future...
If they can't be the crown prince's concubines, then I don't know if they will be willing to let them be their concubines.
But that’s all for the future, how long will it take?
Maybe the emperor will give him a marriage proposal then! The royal marriage has to go through the Zongzheng Mansion. Xiao Yuheng will not secretly cause trouble. Let's choose a crooked melon for him from famous families such as Wang Xie and Yu Lu!
Thinking of this, Xiao Yu patted his cheek hard, gave up his fantasy and accepted reality.
But the reality has become increasingly unclear. He lives happily, without torture or forced confession. He seems to have been forgotten in this corner.
But vaguely, he always seemed to feel that there was a pair of eyes hiding in the dark, quietly observing him and paying attention to his every move.
Every time he wanted to look back warily, those eyes suddenly disappeared quietly, and this feeling was the only ripple that made him uneasy in his ordinary life.
It was another peaceful night, no different from usual.
As usual, Xiao Yu lay down on the couch and dazed for a while after eating. Today he felt a little tired for some reason and fell asleep soon.
It's just that he didn't sleep deeply. In his dream, he always felt a gong-like sound in his ears, which made him upset.
He turned over and rubbed his eyes. There was only a dim lamp hanging on the outer wall in front of him, glowing faintly.
The sound of the gong disappeared, but other sounds came from the ears, which seemed to be footsteps, the uniform footsteps of many people.
What is supposed to come is finally coming, it is the night of murder and burial in the dark moon and high wind, but I have waited too long.
Xiao Yu didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling at this time. He was not so scared, but felt much calmer.
His tiredness disappeared immediately. Xiao Yu dragged his chains and sat on the bed. He didn't know why he suddenly thought of the revolutionary martyrs.
I don’t know if they would have felt the same way as I did when they went to the execution ground, but their ideological realm must have been much higher than mine.
The iron door was finally opened, and a black-clad inner guard led two columns of sergeants in bright armors in.
The sergeants had solemn expressions and uniform movements. They were divided into two lines and stood guard on both sides of the cell corridor. They held a torch in one hand and pressed the ring knife with the other. They were very majestic.
Behind these sergeants, Zhou Neiguan walked in. His face was still frosty and stern, and he walked very quickly, as if he was in a hurry.
The cell door was opened by the black-clad guard, and Zhou Neiguan walked in.
Xiao Yu stood up, feeling that his waist was straighter than ever before.
Zhou Neiguan was slightly startled. Before he could open his mouth, Xiao Yu smiled casually, pretending to be a hero who looked down upon death.
"Eunuch Zhou, there is no need for such complicated rituals to send me on my way. There are only three ways to die: white silk, poisonous wine and a dagger. Just give me a glass of poisonous wine."
Xiao Yu spoke so freely that Zhou Neiguan was a little frightened.
"Your Majesty... what are you talking about..."
"Aren't you going to send me on my way?"
Zhou Neiguan trembled and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.
"Young prince, please forgive me. My young prince has misunderstood. His majesty is suddenly seriously ill. I'm afraid he may not be able to survive tonight. This servant is ordered to take the young prince to Hanzhang Palace to meet him!"
