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Chapter Fifty-Four

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    After hearing this, Xiang Huan leaned against the stone wall and froze for a while, but for a long time, he just stared at Xuli in silence.

    Seeing that he probably had nothing to say, the guard looked away impatiently, and walked out of the damp and moldy aisle quickly.

    And at the end of the prison, stood a thin and slender girl.

    Wanyao watched the haggard and desolate young man quietly in front of him through several iron bars. She saw him turn his face away, and lowered his head again, with a look of bewilderment in his brows and eyes, like a wolf abandoned by a pack of wolves  , I can't find my way in the vast wilderness.

    She watched for a while without saying a word, and then slowly left the deep prison in Chang'an City.

    Thanks to Ji Changchuan's efforts, Xiang Huan's life was finally saved, but in fact his condition is not good, the long-term accumulated injuries have not been healed, and it is very difficult to even stand up.  However, he stubbornly refused to call for a doctor, and only allowed the wound to swell and fester, and he had repeated fevers.

    After returning home, Wan Yao borrowed a dimly lit candle and sat there all night.

    On her left hand is a large pile of medical books that are a bit rough, and on the right hand side is a table full of herbs that have just been sun-dried. This small courtyard has been lived in by herself for more than ten years, with tables, chairs, plants and trees.  They are all too familiar.

    When passing by the door of my parents' room at night, I vaguely heard them talking shallowly in it.

    Speaking of how to enlighten her, it is best to go to a place with beautiful scenery and where you can hide from the world for a few days

    Wanyao trembled her eyelids under the lamp, she spread out a blank piece of paper, and then raised her eyes to take a Zihao from the pen holder carved with plum patterns.

    *

    On the day of the first day of the lunar new year, before dawn, the escort officials came to the prison to arrest people.

    ?Since Xiang Huan's leg was so badly injured that he could hardly walk long distances, the guard had no choice but to give up the wooden shackle and use a prison car to escort him.

    After staying in the dark for two months, when the jailer opened the iron shackles on his limbs, his hands and feet had already been broken due to struggling, and the iron shackles were stained with blood.

    Even so, Xiang Huan still refused to let anyone help him. He gritted his teeth and clenched the corners of his lips, step by step with no expression on his face, and stumbled out of the deep prison.

    Under the early morning sky, there was no one on the long street.

    Facing the empty surroundings, he glanced around aimlessly, then raised his head, gasping for breath.

    "When you first started, the door of the square was not open, and no one would come to see you off."

    "Let's go." The guard urged him to get in the car, and took a look at the sky, "The mountain road is rugged, and it will take two months at the earliest to get to Yaozhou, so don't delay."

    Just as he was about to step forward to help, Xiang Huan avoided him indifferently, and sat on the innermost end of the prison car with a "bang", leaning there weakly as if exhausted.

    It is rare to see a person with such a stubborn temper. The guard was kind enough to be taken as the heart of the road, so he only pursed his lips, raised the whip and drove the horse to make the car move.

    The bustling streets of Chang'an slowly retreated in sight.

    It was another morning when the morning bell rang, the sun shone into the house through the gaps in the bamboo curtains, and the candles on the table had long been burned out.

    Wan Yao looked at the packed luggage in front of her, and finally opened the door and went out.

    Wan Yan didn't attend the court today, and the couple were still sleeping soundly. She walked all the way to the alley outside the corner gate, then stopped, turned around solemnly, and faced the direction where the two elders lived. She folded her hands and bowed deeply.  down.

    sorry.

    Facing the sunlight, Wanyao walked out of the deep alley, out of the workshop, and onto the busy street.

    What I do may violate filial piety, and may be ridiculed by others.

    But I don't want to regret it when I think about it in the future.

    In this life, one cannot just live in black and white.

    Even though Xiang Huan has flaws all over his body, even though he is notorious for thousands of years, but he is still the person who used to be my sword.

    ¡ª¡ª"I dare to give you my life, do you dare to give me your life?"

    ¡ª¡ª"Look at how scared you were just now, if I don't come in, what will you do if you cry again later?"

    ¡ª¡ª"You guys, try to take another step forward. I don't guarantee that my gun won't see blood!"

    On the neatly tidied desk, the handwriting under the paperweight is beautiful and beautiful.

    Her expression was calm and firm, and she wrote at the end:

    There are always debts of favor that must be repaid.

    The distant mountains are evergreen, and the rising sun is as bright as jade.

    The official road with mottled trees runs straight between the two mountains, the prison car staggers along it, and the sound of horseshoes echoes unhurriedly.

    For a long time, itembsp; "Not dead, are you?" the man asked.

    "No, I'm still breathing."

    Wanyao saw the two of them looked at each other inexplicably, and immediately dragged them out one after the other, and threw them on the side of the road.

    She was slightly taken aback.

    The official patted the ashes on his palm, and sighed to the half-awake boy in the grass.

    "Before we left, Da Sima told us to take good care of you."

    "Our two brothers will treat you as dead now. The name Xiang Huan will disappear from this world from now on. Whether you can survive depends on your own destiny."

    The prison cart was locked again, one of the guards got on the horseback, and the other sat on the side of the cart, and continued to drive forward. The wooden wheels rolled over the gravel, making a stale sound, leaving winding ruts on the ground.

    Wanyao trotted for a while, and seeing that they did not turn back again, she went back to the grass to check Xiang Huan's situation.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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