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It's late at night.

There were fox fires everywhere in the official post, and the light surrounded the bright room.

From a distance, it looks like the day cut out of the dark purple night sky by the light.

The servants brought hot water and mourning clothes into Yan Huai's resting room and left in a hurry.

TingYang left the room after the servants and looked anxiously at Yan Huai before going out.

Yan Huai's face was pale and bloodless. He didn't know whether he was hurt or because of the death of Tingyuan.

Hot water and mourning clothes were placed beside the bed. Yanhuai rubbed Tingyuan's cheek, maintaining a movement unchanged.

"Childe..." TingYang is not at ease at all, Yan Huai a person here, "mourning for change."

The finger action that falls in court yuan face side stops, Yan Huai looks at court yuan quiet sleep Yan, low voice way: "go out."

This command with a plea, lost Yan Huai's original pride and confidence.

TingYang suddenly realizes that Yan Huai is just an ordinary person who has lost his love.

He had long been transformed from the heir to the throne with no sorrow or joy into a living ordinary man, who would laugh when he was happy, cry when he was sad, and hurt when he was hurt.

Aware of this, TingYang whispered, stepped out of the room and closed the door.

Many servants in the official post were waiting outside the door. TingYang asked them to retreat.

"You don't need to be served here. Go down."

The servants did not talk much, bowed down to answer, and left here one by one.

TingYang turned to look at the closed door, drooping eyes issued a low sigh.

Yan Huai is in the court yuan body that is full of blood clothes off, just found something wrong.

According to the funeral ceremony of the fox nationality, people should wash and gargle after death, and then put on the funeral clothes of the fox nationality before they can be buried.

Yanhuai opened the clothes full of blood on Tingyuan's body, wrung out the water on the towel, and gently wiped the blood on his body.

Because the fatal wound is a straight arrow inserted into the chest, the most bloodstained place on Tingyuan's body is the chest.

But when Yan Huai wiped all the blood on Ting yuan, he found that there was no terrible wound on Ting yuan.

Don't mention that the fatal chest injury does not exist at all. Tingyuan's whole body can not find any bruises or knife injuries.

There is no wound under the clotted blood, only a smooth skin.

Yan Huai almost suspected that he was too sad to hallucinate.

He leaned down to listen to Tingyuan's chest and heard the heartbeat.

"Dong..."

The voice was very small, even fainter than Tingyuan's low voice when he was shy.

"Dong..."

The sound sounds a little far away, like a heart struggling on the edge of weakness, dying and buried in the depths of the soul.

"Dong..."

Sound does exist.

Yanhuai suddenly stood up and strode toward the door.

"Bang --"

the door of the cell was opened, and Jiang Meng, who was facing the door, was pulled up from the ground before he could turn around to see what was happening.

Jiang Jin, who was sitting behind him, was also pulled up.

The Yamen soldiers were as heavy as ever, and they did not answer whatever they said or asked.

Both Jiang Jin and Jiang Meng, with heavy chains in their hands and feet, stumbled along with the fast-moving yamen soldiers.

The two men were taken out of the prison and taken to the official post.

In the moment when they came down from the gate of the official post, Jiang Jin and Jiang Meng looked at each other as if they had a soul in their hearts.

Because it was Ting Yang who was waiting at the door.