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Chapter 733 Don't Suicide
Hezhou official post.

The torrential rain washes over the eaves, heavy rain outside and light rain inside.

This low house was originally used as a temporary storage place for horse fodder, but it has now been converted into a prison.

Han Luojun sat silently leaning against the damp wall.

His hands and feet were all in shackles, and his whole body was bound with fine iron chains as thick as a thumb, and he was almost unable to move.

Under the ragged clothes, welt marks crawled on his strong chest in thick and shallow ones, and his face was also stained with blood.Only the eyes hidden under the messy hair like withered grass are still firm, like a rock that has been blown by wind and rain for thousands of years in the wilderness.

It is silent, enduring, unable to resist, and never corrupt.

——full of the sadness of a hero's way out.

On the other side of the thatched hut, separated by several mud puddles dripping from the rain, Guiqian was crying on the ground:
"...I really didn't intend to harm you. They said that you were fascinated by that demon woman from the desert, and you were going to risk your life to rob the imperial court's most important criminal... As long as you have something to worry about, and you change your mind, you can rein in the precipice .”

It's been an hour since Guiqian came, and it's been almost an hour since she knelt down and cried out her repentance.

Han Luojun never looked at her specifically, or deliberately did not look at her.

This woman whom he loved deeply, missed deeply, and hated from the bottom of his heart, to him now is no different from a bundle of moldy fodder soaked in rainwater in the corner.

He didn't want to take another look, and even hoped that this person would never appear in his life.

"That child is not mine." Han Luojun said Guiqian's first words after entering the door.

His voice is very generous, but what he said has no emotion, no anger, no sadness, as if he is saying something that has nothing to do with him: "If there is no problem with the child's age, then at that time, I had not been imprisoned, full of You conceived the child when Tao was still trying to find ways to incriminate me. If you commit yourself to him, you can go back to earlier times."

"I'm sorry." Guiqian cried.

She fell on the ground and cried bitterly, tears streaming down her face, she was really sad.It's just that this kind of sadness and guilt is too pale and hypocritical in the face of what Han Luojun has experienced and is experiencing.

How many sorrys are needed to fill up the abyss that has been cleaved with fatal injuries again and again.

11 years ago, he was framed and imprisoned. When he was called out, she switched to the arms of the boss who framed him.

After 11 years, she appeared again, took the man's child, and sent him to death again.

"You go." Han Luojun said: "My understanding is meaningless to you. I don't need to resent you, you are already a dead person."

For the sake of his own stability and glory, he trampled on his sincerity to treat her sincerely again and again. Even if such a person is alive, what is the difference between death and death?
What's more, even this ugly body won't last long.

Is Mu Cangping someone you can dance with?Involved in this conspiracy, Guiqian's final fate is to be killed and silenced like so many betrayers who are ungrateful and unrighteous, but have followed one after another.

If you're lucky enough, you might be able to leave a whole body behind.

Han Luojun was powerless to intervene in this matter, and he did not want to intervene.

As a couple, the last sliver of affection he had for this woman was exhausted at the moment when he couldn't bear to make a move when facing her poisoned son.

That was also the most wrong and most regrettable decision in his life.

It rained harder, and the hut trembled in the wind.

An oil lamp at the door flickered on and off, casting a swaying shadow on the wall, and it didn't know whether it was out of oil or blown out by the wind.The dilapidated house that was leaking from the rain was completely plunged into darkness.

Not long after, the lamp was lit again.

Even on this wet and cold rainy night, the guard soldiers dared not slack off.You know, the prisoner inside was the culprit who killed the empress dowager's nephew and grandson.Leaving the prisoner, or letting the prisoner have an accident under the nose, that is a felony of beheading.

"Did you hear anything?" asked a soldier, frowning.

"No, what's the sound?" The soldier who was asked was puzzled.

It was so quiet at night, so quiet that occasionally an oil lamp would light up a flicker of light, which would make these vigilant soldiers feel awe-inspiring.

He really didn't hear any unusual noises.

"Listen again?"

The soldier pricked up his ears and listened intently for a while, and he really caught one or two murmuring sounds, like human voices, sometimes there and sometimes not, as if they came from the thatched hut.

"Hey!" The soldier shouted, "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you talking about?"

There was silence in response to him.

But when I heard it again, the sound disappeared.

"It's really this grandson." The soldier said with a smile: "I'm afraid he's crazy for playing tricks in the middle of the night?"

Someone felt regretful, "What a reputable man, why did he think wrongly and go to such a dead end. What do you mean by this?"

Dou Yan didn't trust the Jizhou Army, and the soldiers on duty at night were all the Huben Army he brought from Beijing.

As the royal guard directly under the successive dynasties, the Huben Army is far superior to other armies in terms of status and armament supply.In the early years, it was also an iron army capable of fighting and daring to fight, but in the past few years it has been poorly governed, and it has been stabilized by the Huxiao Battalion under Fang Xian's rule.

These soldiers of honorable relatives who have meritorious service in their families do not practice hard, and they are all good at seeking pleasure. They usually hang out in Huajie and Liuxiang alleys, and come out with nasty words as soon as they open their mouths.

Then someone answered: "Isn't it clear what the picture is? The sixth Jin in Chang'an is a famous handsome man himself, and his wife can't be worse? I saw it, that big breasts, and that ass , That waist! It's a pity that she is blind, if she is not blind, she can hook her eyes like that, maybe the big guys are now squatting in prison to accompany the surname Han."

Everyone laughed: "It's you, kid, who thinks that everyone is like you, and they will die if they see sex." "What you said makes my heart itch." As strong as an ox, I'm afraid that little girl won't be able to bear it."

There was another wave of wild laughter.

"I heard that she is still a woman. All the women in their tribe can dance. You say that the waist is twisted, what does it feel like—even death, it's worth it! Haha——"

Han Luojun sat in the darkness with his eyes closed, as if he was deaf to the vulgar conversations and laughter outside the door, and only silently recorded those voices in his heart.

He is a soldier who has been fighting for many years, and he does not believe in Buddhism or Allah.However, at this time, he was praying devoutly, just like Qu Yu'er once did, with his palms up and his eyes closed, praying in a low voice.

Finally, he opened his eyes, sat quietly for a long time, and said something in a low voice.It seems to be speaking to myself, or to someone, or to some invisible power.

"Do not commit suicide, for indeed Allah has mercy on you."

He repeated again: "Do not kill yourself, for indeed Allah has mercy on you."

The guarding soldiers laughed wildly, completely unaware that in the hut, a man who was once so strong and proud was repeating the same sentence reverently and humbly.

That's a verse from the Koran.

The first time Han Luojun heard this sentence was when Cang Ping handed over Qu Yuer's scissors in the small courtyard in Yuzhou, and said that long sentence to her.

That teaching says: Do not commit suicide, for indeed Allah has mercy on you.Whoever commits this prohibition for excess and injustice, I will cast him into Hell, which is easy for Allah.

(End of this chapter)