Prison Dragon

Chapter 114

Yang You returned to the room after eating, Ao Chen was still sitting by the desk.

He put his fingertips on his nose, closed his eyes in thought, and sat in the shadows of a room.

Yang You inexplicably felt that he was so lonely, like a person fell into the boundless deep sea, surrounded by deep black water, and he had no way to escape.

Ruifang came in and lit a candle, and put Yang You's paper crane into the bedside cabinet, "Your Highness, all your things are here."

Yang You subconsciously put his index finger on his lips and made a hissing gesture.

"Your Highness?" Ruifang looked at him inexplicably, and lowered her voice.

Only then did Yang You understand what he had done, he smiled, and said softly, "It's nothing, let me see what's inside."

As he spoke, he walked to the bedside, and the letters he had written to the capital over the past few years were neatly placed in the cabinet.

At first, it was written to Concubine Li. After Concubine Li died, all of them were sent to Ruifang, asking her to help with the affairs.

Several letters to Concubine Li have not been opened yet.

Ruifang explained: "My lady sometimes suffers from illness, so she won't read the letter."

Yang You nodded, "I was still marching on the death day this year, so I didn't have time to do anything for my mother."

Ruifang said: "Master Lu built a Buddhist hall in the mansion, and went to the Ci'en Temple to ask for an ever-burning lamp. Every year, he will perform rituals for the empress."

Only then did Yang You think of Lu Shanjian. Speaking of which, he has been a monk for more than ten years. He has been staying in his house all these years, and Yang You doesn't care much about his actions.

"Master Lu? You all call him that now?" Yang You said with a smile.

Ruifang nodded, "Master Lu is always very kind to us, and will help anyone who has an accident at home."

"What does he usually do?"

Ruifang honestly reported Lu Shanjian's whereabouts, "Recite sutras in the morning and meditate, and go out in the afternoon. I don't know what he is doing. He comes back every evening. Occasionally, he will report to the mansion when he goes out for the night."

"By the way, Your Highness," Ruifang said, "Master Lu heard that you came back, and asked me to tell you that he wanted to meet you, but he didn't rush, he just said hurry up."

"Okay," Yang You nodded, "Let him come to see me tomorrow. You can step back."

Ruifang walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Yang You still had some official documents to deal with, he didn't bother Ao Chen, but sat by the bed and finished all the work by himself.

Logically speaking, during this period of time, he should make friends with officials and communicate with his original team, but he was worried that Yang Ting would be suspicious, so he sent a letter to everyone, telling them to stay well during this time, don't A lot of trouble.

If Yang Ting wants to use him and Yang Ren to check and balance each other, then he will force Yang Ting to choose himself.

This is the last battle, and Yang You has already made long-term plans.

After he finished approving the official documents, he found that Ao Chen was still sitting there motionless.

It's time to sleep.

Yang You couldn't tell whether it was sad or depressed, Ao Chen was not a person who would be obsessed with memories, he had passed through too much time, and only a very few people could leave traces in his memory.

Who is this person?

Yang You shook Ao Chen's shoulder, "Do you remember?"

Ao Chen blinked sleepily, "No."

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it." Yang You stroked his head, he was dead anyway, "You better go back and rest."

Ao Chen persistently shook his head, "I have forgotten many things."

"Isn't this normal?" Yang You took his hand and kneaded it carefully, pinching every phalanx and every joint of his, "It's possible that you can't remember any of the things that have happened for hundreds of years. "

Ao Chen said, "I always feel that he and many important things have been forgotten by me."

Yang You coughed for a while, and the wound on his chest was painful.

Ao Chen held his arm, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Yang You covered his mouth and stood quietly for a while, "Maybe he was cold in the dark cell, and he drank some wine during the meal."

Yang You asked suddenly: "Is he... the person you like?"

After the silence, Ao Chen slowly shook his head, "I don't know. I can't remember."

Ao Chen's expression was serious and serious, he didn't lie, he really couldn't remember.

Some questions were swallowed by Yang You, he couldn't ask any more questions, more questions would only make him more and more uncomfortable, he touched Ao Chen's side face.

It's fine if you can't remember it, but it's better not to remember it all the time. If possible, Yang You would rather let all the details of that person be blurred in his memory.

He didn't even want to see that poem again.

The jade-like skin left a cold temperature on the fingertips.

Ao Chen leaned his head in Yang You's arms, raised his head and kissed his Adam's apple, licking from the neckline to his chin, leaving wet water marks.

Yang You grabbed his black hair and breathed in his scent forcefully.

Ao Chen bit his earlobe, and said bluntly: "Go to bed?"

It would be great if there were only the two of them all this time, two prisoners trapped in the palace, gods and believers who depended on each other.

Yang You didn't know what he was thinking, so he nodded in confusion.

During the ups and downs, he kept thinking about that person, thinking about the secret between him and Ao Chen, how long Ao Chen had been with him, and whether they would have fun wantonly like him and Ao Chen?

As for Ao Chen, is his attitude towards that person the same as his attitude towards himself?

Yang You's chest was still wrapped with gauze, so Ao Chen moved very carefully, leaving only a shallow tooth mark on his collarbone.

Yang You was extremely tired, with his back against Ao Chen's chest, he curled up under the quilt and fell asleep slowly.

Taoism appeared again.

This time the scene has changed, the originally intact Taoist temple has become a barren ruin, only the statue of Sanqing covered with wet green moss can be barely recognized.

The sloppy old man had become older, his body was tattered, and there were still many scars. His legs were also lame, and a feathered arrow was stuck in his back, and the blood was spreading all the way.

The old man stumbled into the Taoist temple where weeds regenerated, and staggered all the way to the statue of Sanqing.It was here that the gray-haired Taoist priest died.

The old man held the white jade pendant tightly in his hand, and the blood dyed the jade pendant bright red. He sang the last words of the Taoist priest in a hoarse voice, "When the jade face is destroyed, the ants gather. All return together with withered bones and poor dust."

"Hahaha..." His old voice was overwhelmed, and his laughter was like a leaky bellows, "You were right, I was wrong, I was wrong hahahaha..."

He whimpered, and Yang You didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

As he spoke, he slowly fell under the statue, chanting "I was wrong, I was wrong..." in his mouth.

After a while, he opened his eyes, the blood dried up, and he died.

A man in a black suit came over, stretched out his hand to check his breath, and snapped his fingers.

Around the Taoist temple, a group of men in black stood up, holding sharp longbows.

The man dressed up said: "Cut off his head, and when he returns to the capital, his body will be burned on the spot."

His subordinates cut off the head of the old man who died in peace, the man saw the jade pendant and was about to take it out of his hand.

The old man grabbed it so tightly that the man had to cut off his fingers before taking out the jade pendant, wiped it clean with his clothes, and put it into the box containing the head.

"Go back to Beijing." He simply ordered.

"what!"

Yang You opened his eyes, the old man's blood-red eyes were still lingering in front of him.

Ao Chen's cold hand fell on his forehead, and he asked in a cold voice: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Yang You sat up while supporting his chest, and found Ao Chen leaning against the head of the bed with his upper body naked, playing with the jade pendant in his hand.

He reached out to take the jade pendant to have a look, but Ao Chen withdrew his hand and put the jade pendant by his side.

His eyes were like cold needles, piercing Yang You's heart, "What are you doing with it?"

"This is the jade pendant bestowed by my father when I was King Feng Jing, I just took it to see, what's the matter?" Yang You asked puzzled.

Ao Chen lifted the jade pendant, and a ray of moonlight came in from the window, illuminating the jade pendant as pure and crystal clear as ice.

"look."

Ao Chen pointed to the jade pendant and said.

Yang You looked along his fingers, and there were strands of blood seeping into the milky white jade, but what he usually saw was an ordinary jade pendant.

Ao Chen said, "This is the obsession of the deceased. If you meet a special master, some strange things will happen."

Ao Chen put the jade pendant in his palm, as soon as he left Ao Chen's hand, the blood streak disappeared immediately.

"If it wasn't for my guidance, you wouldn't be able to see it. Who told you to wear this kind of thing? You might get a ghostly look. I'll clear up all your grievances for you. If you weren't next to me, you'd have to suffer."

Presumably the blood streaks on the jade are the old man's obsession, no wonder I keep repeating that dream.

It's a pity that he didn't know what was going on in the dream.

Yang You asked, "Do you know who the owner of this piece of jade is?"

Ao Chen frowned: "Isn't it you?"

"I'm asking about the previous owner."

Ao Chen whispered, "I don't know."

In the end is forgotten or do not know?Yang You only knew that if Ao Chen didn't want to tell, he wouldn't be able to ask.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Ao Chen asked, "You had a weird dream?"

It's not very weird, Yang You put the jade pendant aside, and fell asleep on his side, Ao Chen was still sitting on the bed, and put his hands down to wrap around the back of Yang You's neck.

Maybe it's some secret from the past, but he doesn't have the energy to pursue it.

Seeing that Ao Chen didn't sleep, Yang You yawned: "If you don't sleep, remember to call me when you wake up, I will go to court tomorrow."

Ao Chen pinched his earlobe as a reply.

Before Yang You made a move to force Yang Ting to make a choice, someone had already made the move first.

On the second day of the court, except for the ministers of Yang You's party, everyone in the court wrote letters asking the emperor to make Yang You the crown prince.

Yang You took a look at Yang Ren. Although he was not included in the letter, it definitely wouldn't matter.

Yang Ren didn't show his flaws, he didn't say anything.

The emperor looked at the long and cumbersome memorial in praise of Yang You, and asked the minister kindly, "What's the meaning of this, my loves?"

The left servant of the Shangshu shot Dou Huai and said: "The family society is in trouble, and it is settled by King Jing. The gods and surnames depend on King Jing's power."

Yang You's eyelids trembled, and the emperor's expression became more and more amiable, even showing a hint of approval.

Dou Huai went on to say, "Those who eliminate the world's disasters will enjoy the world's blessings; those who save the world's dangers will receive the world's peace. King Jing has sages and virtues to rule the world and do his part. He should be the master (especially the prince) to appease the people Heart."

The emperor nodded and asked Yang You: "What do you think of my son?"

Those who had contacts with Yang You in private couldn't help sweating.