Queen, I am dressing for you

Chapter 41

In the dark prison, you can't see the sky outside, just like you can't see a glimmer of hope in your heart.

Xi Yazhu has been in prison for an unknown amount of time. He almost forgot how many days he hadn't bathed, how many days he hadn't had a proper meal or drink of clean water.His hair was covered with lice, and his face was covered with dust. In his whole body, only a pair of cold eyes that seemed to be able to see through the smoke and dust in the world were the most energetic.

Emperor Zhou's situation is not very good. Although he successfully grabbed the food, his coldness still persists. After all, he is getting old and he has indulged too much in the past. His health is getting worse every day. Only when he is grabbing food, Fang was in high spirits, but once he was full, he became limp and limp like a water bag that had been emptied.

Later Emperor Zhou couldn't bear it any longer, he was shivering all over while wrapped in the quilt, and once he had a high fever, his throat was so thirsty that smoke smoked, and he hoarsely called the jailer to give him water to drink, but naturally no one paid any attention.There was no water in his throat, so he went crazy, looked at Xi Yazhu who was curled up in a ball, and jumped up with a scream, grabbed Xi Yazhu's arm, and wanted to bite through Xi Yazhu's blood vessel to drink blood.At that time, Xi Yazhu was really frightened, looking at the ferocious face, without hesitation, she pulled out the broken bowl from her side, and slashed at Emperor Zhou's face, blood flowed immediately.

Emperor Zhou touched his face in astonishment, and when he wanted to rush forward, he felt the warmth of his blood, and laughed strangely, licking the blood off his hands. It was night time, and that blood-licking expression Xi Yazhu's terrifying appearance is still vivid in his mind.

Xi Yazhu has no doubts, if he hadn't been extra careful and picked up a broken bowl, he would be sucked blood by Emperor Zhou to death in a few days.

After this experience, Xi Yazhu couldn't even sleep soundly. Whenever there was a turmoil, he would wake up with a start, for fear that Emperor Zhou would pounce on him and eat him clean.

Living such a life in a daze, Emperor Zhou's wind-cold disease is getting worse, while Xi Yazhu's heart disease is getting worse. In the end, we can only see who can survive to the end.

On this day, An Junchen came again, and the timing of his coming, I don't know whether it was good or bad, it was just when the jailer was delivering food, and as soon as he walked to the prison, he heard scolding from inside.An Junchen frowned, and asked the jailer in puzzlement, "What happened inside?"

The jailer was also tactful, he didn't say it directly, but said: "Go back to the emperor, those two are arguing about food."

"Arguing?" An Junchen frowned again. He hadn't come to see Xi Yazhu and Zhoudi because he didn't like Xi Yazhu's indifferent attitude towards his father. He was so indifferent that he wished to tear Xi Yazhu's heart out. Come out and see if it's black or white.

"Yes, they quarrel every day." The jailer was very precise, saying not more, but not less.

An Junchen waved the jailer to go down, and he continued to move forward. As a result, as soon as Fang arrived in front of the prison, he saw Xi Yazhu take away the dish and kicked at the fiercely rushing Emperor Zhou.

I haven't seen him for many days, Xi Yazhu was in such a mess, his whole face was lifeless, and he was so thin that he was almost weak, but An Junchen showed no pity. He looked at Zhoudi, who was obviously thinner and needed more care from others, An angry look appeared on his face: "As a child, it's fine if you don't honor your father, but you even forcibly robbed your father of food and beat him, where is your conscience!"

An angry reprimand made Xi Yazhu froze. He turned his head and wanted to speak, but Emperor Zhou seized the opportunity and snatched the dish away.Looking at the missing hand, Xi Yazhu became angry and wanted to snatch it back, but he also took into account the present, if he snatched it, the emperor who bears his life would be even more dissatisfied with him, then he would only suffer.

The corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc, and he walked back to the corner of his usual nest lightly, sat down with his robe straightened, and his voice was so weak that it almost seemed to be chased away: "The emperor is here, I don't know what to say What is it?"

"I want to see if you are dead." An Junchen's brows were still uneasy.

"Alive." Xi Yazhu didn't have much patience to talk to this person who couldn't communicate, he was very tired, he needed a decision, or die, or be imprisoned, instead of living a life like death here. "Your Majesty, when will you ascend the throne?"

"What are you asking?" An Junchen frowned.

"I can figure it out, I will leave here in a few days."

"What if I keep you here forever."

"Then let's spend it." Wait and see who will step into the underworld first.Xi Yazhu thought so.

An Junchen narrowed his eyes dangerously: "If the price of going out is your life, do you still want to go out?"

Xi Yazhu was silent for a long time, and turned her body on her back: "When that day comes, I will know."

"That day..." An Junchen rubbed his chin and looked at Xi Yazhu's thin figure, he didn't know where the interest came from, and said with a smile, "If I let you out today."

"You?" Xi Yazhu turned around, "What about him?" He raised his chin and pointed at Emperor Zhou.

"I want your life, it has nothing to do with him."

"You don't want his life."

"Yes, but not now, I only want your life now."

"Then I won't go." Xi Yazhu refused mercilessly.

"Why, don't you want to leave here early?" An Junchen was puzzled.

"I think."

"Then why don't you come out?"

"I still want to live."

An Junchen was dumbfounded, always feeling that he couldn't get along with Xi Yazhu when talking to him.

He stopped talking, brushed off his robe sleeves, stood up calmly, turned around and wanted to leave: "Don't worry, you won't survive in a few days. While you are still alive, honor your father well."

"No need." Xi Yazhu looked cold.

"No need." An Junchen turned around.

"You don't have to honor him."

An Junchen was displeased, and his lips were tightened: "He is your father."

"People who are about to die, why don't they care about themselves, why do they still care about others."

"You are so ruthless and ungrateful!" An Junchen was furious as he swept his robe sleeves away.

"Yes," Xi Yazhu met his pupils with a frosty complexion, "I have no heart."

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An Junchen was pissed off, he would never be able to understand the thinking of that kind of heartless person, just like Xi Yazhu would not understand what An Junchen was thinking.

A few days later, Xi Yazhu and his wife were released, and their hands were bound with heavy shackles, as were their feet.The silent road was filled with the sound of shackles being dragged. Xi Yazhu was staring at the front, not knowing what to think, while Emperor Zhou kept crying, struggling, trying to get out of the guard's restraint, and asked Xi Yazhu for help from time to time.

Xi Yazhu never sent a look to his father from the beginning to the end, and stared straight ahead.Soon, the two of them were shackled and dragged in front of An Junchen by the guards. After receiving a heavy kick on the knee, they knelt down on their proud knees, facing An Junchen with their heads bowed.

Xi Yazhu kept his head high and his back straight, only Emperor Zhou was crying on his stomach.

"Aren't you afraid?" An Junchen knocked on the armrest of the dragon chair, looking at Xi Yazhu with an unknown expression.

"Why are you afraid? Are you afraid that you will not die?"

"If you beg for mercy, I will let you live." An Junchen didn't know why, but he spit out this sentence.

"You really mean what you say."

"Once I open my mouth, I will naturally not regret it."

"Okay," Xi Yazhu looked straight at An Junchen's handsome face without bending her waist, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Excuse me, what about your father." An Junchen's voice sank a few degrees, and again, Xi Yazhu ignored Emperor Zhou again!Although he won't really let Emperor Zhou go, he still doesn't like what Xi Yazhu said.

"Him? He ordered and begged himself."

"You!" An Junchen patted the armrest and stood up abruptly, his eyes were so turbulent that he seemed to sweep Xi Yazhu away.

"So, you always don't care about your father?"

Xi Yazhu didn't answer, and only looked at An Junchen with an indifferent face.

The emperor was furious.An Junchen waved his hand, and immediately ordered: "Drag Zhoudi to the city to parade, and then to the city gate, behead!"

Emperor Zhou turned pale with fright, roared and broke free from the restraints of the guards, and threw himself on Xi Yazhu, crying for help, but he didn't show a trace of father-son affection on weekdays, and when he was dying, he hugged Xi Yazhu's arm: "The emperor save me!" , the emperor save me."

But Xi Yazhu pulled his hand away coldly, and said, "If you commit evil, you will die."

Emperor Zhou was dragged down mercilessly, and the noisy hall fell silent.An Junchen didn't do anything to Xi Yazhu, he was thinking about how to make this unintentional person have a little heart.He thought, looking at that plain face, there was an expression other than indifference.

The author has something to say: I’ve been drawing a lot lately, and I’m a bit busy too. If I don’t see an update someday, it’s either the draw, or the update is delayed, or _(:з」∠)_ I don’t have time to play... There may be something to do tomorrow, if you don’t see an update at [-]:[-] in the morning, then I have no time to write ⊙▽⊙