The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 193
The yamen servant hurriedly took out the key and opened the door of the ice cellar. Some fruits and vegetables were stored in the upper room, and the real ice cellar was below.

Lu Shengming shivered, and said to the yamen servant, "Go get the lamp."

"Hey." The yamen servant hurried out and came back, holding a torch in his hand, "This one is warmer."

He went down first, and said to the above: "Everyone, be careful, the bottom is a bit slippery."

Lu Shengming turned his head to Xiao Yu and said, "Your Majesty, take a step ahead, be careful, my lord."

"Ah."

Lu Shengming went first, Xiao Yu followed closely behind, Zhen Qingping followed behind Xiao Yu, cold clothes walked at the end, and the group of people didn't know what Lu Shengming said was true until they got out of the ice cellar, it was indeed very cold inside.

After walking for a while, Xiao Yu's complexion became ugly. Han Yi frowned, and put his hand on Xiao Yu's shoulder. The prince drives away the cold."

"It's work."

Xiao Yu didn't refuse. After all, his broken body was too weak. If he went out and made himself sick again, Zhang Lao was afraid that he would really poison himself to death.

Han Yi put his hands on Xiao Yu's shoulders at first, but this position was not very convenient. As soon as the two of them walked away, the hands couldn't stick tightly together. Han Yi moved his gaze down and landed on Xiao Yu's reddened fingertips, " My lord, why don't I still hold your hand? This is more convenient."

Xiao Yu was startled, pursed his lips, "Okay."

She stretched out her hand calmly, and held it in the cold clothes, and the warm inner force spread continuously along the connected hands to Xiao Yu's limbs and bones.

Xiao Yu heaved a sigh of relief as her slightly pale face returned to some ruddy.

"right here."

Lu Shengming stopped and asked the yamen servant to push open the stone door. Zhen Qingping couldn't wait to look into the stone room, but his feet didn't move.

He wanted to see, but was also afraid.

Lu Shengming took the torch from the yamen servant, "Go out and guard it."

"Yes."

The yamen servant stood at the door, looking at Xiao Yu and the others hesitantly, not understanding what dead people these people insisted on looking at in the middle of the night.

Standing beside Zhen Qingping, Xiao Yu called softly, "Little uncle."

Zhen Qingping took a deep breath, met her eyes, "I'm fine."

He clenched his fists tightly and walked in with heavy steps, saying he was fine, but his face was uglier than the one lying down.

Lu Shengming walked to the head of the bed, rubbed his arms, "I'm going to lift the cloth, you guys... get ready."

As he spoke, he paused, pinched a corner of the white cloth covering the corpse, and lifted the cloth completely with one force.

Zhen Qingping's gaze was blank for a moment, and then fell on the face of the person below, and froze suddenly.

After bringing the corpse back, Wu Zuo treated him, wiped off the blood and stains on his face, and combed the messy hair behind his head, so the mottled face was so unhindered. It fell into Zhen Qingping's eyes.

Zhen Qingping froze on the spot for a long, long time, he didn't know how long it was, maybe it was only a moment, but to him, it seemed as long as a sea of ​​vicissitudes, his mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, and there was no time to think about anything, Even though the man's eyes were closed and his face was bruised and purple, it didn't affect his recognition at all.

Lying in this cold ice cellar was none other than his rare friend——Nan Qingshan.

His rhetoric is still in my ears, but the soul has already returned to Jiuquan.

Seeing Zhen Qingping's reaction like this, Lu Shengming realized that he was really an acquaintance. He looked at Xiao Yu hesitantly: "My lord? Shall we still watch it?"

It's great to have clues, but...it's so fucking cold in here!
He stomped his feet wearing clogs, and the crisp "da da" sounded, waking Zhen Qingping who was sluggish at the side.

He rushed to Nan Qingshan's corpse with a stride, stretched out his hand tremblingly as if he wanted to touch his face, but was shocked by the numerous scars on it, he didn't dare to move, his fingertips rested on Nan Qingshan's lips feebly, he choked up He asked, "Who hit this?"

Xiao Yu glanced at Lu Shengming, "Lord Lu, let's go out first, I'm afraid you won't have your feet after staying here for a long time, we'll go out after we finish watching."

Lu Shengming looked at Zhen Qingping, whose face was full of tears, and sighed: "Then the officer will go out first."

He didn't shirk it either, because his toes were so cold that he couldn't feel it. He rubbed his hands and let out a breath, handed the torch to Han Yi, and hurried out.

The yamen servant looked at him like that and smiled.

Holding the torch, Han Yi moved closer so that Zhen Qingping could see more clearly.

Therefore, the tear stains on his face were clearly visible.

Xiao Yu looked at him quietly, "It's Zhao Lu, he said he was drinking too much, and when he met a beggar who wanted to snatch his purse, he had no choice but to fight back, so he wrestled with him, and then killed him by mistake. "

"impossible!"

Zhen Qingping retorted loudly, "I can't understand what kind of temperament Qingshan is. Such a proud person, even if he is down, how can he steal other people's wallets?"

Xiao Yu pursed her lips and remained silent.

Zhen Qingping gritted his teeth, and finally stretched out his hand to caress Nan Qingshan's face, and slowly squatted down, weeping uncontrollably: "Qingshan... blame me, blame me for being stupid, if I had noticed the clue earlier, you and I wouldn't have met again. It's Yin and Yang separated... Qingshan!"

Zhen Qingping lay down beside Nan Qingshan and wept bitterly, even a rock-hearted person couldn't help but be moved when he heard that.

Han Yi glanced at Zhen Qingping, then looked away.

Looking at this scene, Xiao Yu felt sore in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. Everyone has to experience the pain of life and death.

However, no matter how many times you have experienced it, if you encounter it again, you still cannot remain indifferent.

Xiao Yu twitched the corner of his mouth inexplicably, it turned out that he was not so cold-blooded that he was invulnerable.

"Qingshan, don't worry, I will help you get justice, and I won't let you die without dignity. Wait for me."

After Zhen Qingping finished speaking, he stood up, threw his arms on Nan Qingshan's body, and gave him a warm hug.

But Nan Qingshan couldn't feel it anymore, Zhen Qingping lay on his heart and murmured: "It's so cold..."

He closed his eyes lightly, a tear slipped down the corner of his eye, and melted on Nan Qingshan's heart's clothes, leaving a little dark trace.

After a long time, Zhen Qingping opened his eyes, and the inside was completely clear, without any other emotions.

He stood up and took the white cloth on one side, carefully covered Nanqingshan, took a deep look for the last time, and said to Xiao Yu: "Let's go, go back."

Xiao Yu didn't say anything, nodded and followed behind him. When the group of people went up, Lu Shengming had just changed his shoes and came back. Seeing them coming out, he rushed up, "The lobby has prepared hot ginger tea. You can drink a bowl of warm tea." body."

　Add more, I am still so dedicated during Chinese New Year, I was moved to tears
　　
　
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