Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

Although Li Changtian held his breath, he was still a little panicked when he was lying on the cold ground, feeling his body temperature being absorbed.

He trembled slightly in pain, and his consciousness became a little confused.

In a trance, Li Changtian seemed to see Yan Shu with his back to him, standing in front of a golden lacquer carved vermilion stage.

The gongs and drums sounded a little, and the actors on the stage were singing a pathetic play.

"Why did you defect to the enemy, why did you betray me, why did you hurt my relatives, why!"

"General."

The actor is crying, and the water sleeves are weeping.

"It's unbearable, unspeakable."

Li Changtian stumbled and ran to Yan Shu in a few steps. He wanted to explain, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

Yan Shu probably heard footsteps, he turned around slowly, and looked at the person coming.

Seeing that it was Li Changtian, he first showed a surprised look, and then the emotion in his eyes slowly turned into anger.

He gritted his teeth, his tone was sad and painful.

He said coldly to Li Changtian.

"roll."

Li Changtian woke up with fright, and a thin layer of cold sweat formed on his back.

He barely raised his head to find himself still in the iron cage, his hands bound by ropes and a rag in his mouth.

Li Changtian didn't know how long he had been in a coma, he only felt that it was night.

At this moment, a person walked in outside the tent.

It is Changsun Bai.

He was dressed in black iron cold armor and looked at Li Changtian in the iron cage coldly, as if he was looking at a mass of rotten dead things.

Changsun Bai made a gesture, and two soldiers stepped forward, opened the door of the iron cage, and dragged Li Changtian out.

Outside the camp, the soldiers held torches and lined up neatly. In front of the team, there was a temporary high platform.

On the high platform are solemn coffins, spiritual plaques, tributes, and soul flags.

The paper and copper coins are all over the sky, and the sky is long, and Qi Qi sighs silently.

The two soldiers dragged Li Changtian to the front of the high platform, and Changsun Bai stepped forward and stepped on Li Changtian's back, forcing him to curl up and kneel on the ground.

Li Changtian wanted to speak and defend, but his hands were bound and a rag was stuffed in his mouth, so he could only barely let out an indistinguishable whimper.

The torches burned his eyes, and the yin wind wailed, not knowing whether he was sighing at the impermanence of the world, or he was sighing injustice.

Li Changtian knelt down on the ground and heard Changsun Bai mourning Qin Jueming and lamented the shame of being a traitor in the army.

"The villain is not dead, and the anger of the three armies will not be relieved."

After Changsun Bai finished saying these words, Li Changtian was rudely dragged up and pulled onto the wooden torture platform. He was kneeling with his arms tied to the wooden frame.

There is an order in the army.

If the generals who rebel against the party and join the enemy are captured alive, they will be whipped with iron whips a hundred times in public and then beheaded as a warning to deter other generals.

The sky was gloomy, the ground was silent, no one could stop him, and Li Changtian had no chance to explain.

There were thorns on the iron whip, and when it was hooked, the skin split open. The pain was extremely painful. The screams were blocked in his throat. Li Changtian trembled all over, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He looked up and looked down, trying to find Yan Shu's figure in the crowd.

Li Changtian was not reconciled.

If he really only had to die here, wouldn't he be able to see Yan Shu for the last time?

In front of Li Changtian, the torturer raised the iron whip in his hand.

The iron whip stopped, the barbs cut through the skin, blood spilled from the wound, and fell on the ground along the iron whip.

But Li Changtian didn't feel the pain of the iron whip falling on his body.

He looked up blankly, looking at the person standing in front of him.

Yan Shu held the iron whip in one hand, preventing the whip from hitting Li Changtian.

He clearly looked like he was still in pain, his face and lips were pale, and his breathing was a little short, but his eyes were firm, and he didn't waver or hesitate at all.

"Master Yan?!"

On the side, Changsun Bai shouted in surprise.

Didn't Yan Shu faint on the sickbed due to poisoning and serious injuries? How would it appear here.

Yan Shu didn't answer, he closed his eyes and let go of the iron whip, crouched down in front of Li Changtian, stretched out his left hand and took the rag from Li Changtian's mouth.

The palm of his right hand was drenched in blood just now because of the thorny iron whip.

Li Changtian's eyes fell on Yan Shu's right hand, and his eyes were red.

Suddenly, the wound on his body, no matter how painful, was like a heart that was torn apart.

It shouldn't be.

Li Changtian thought to himself.

Yan Shu didn't deserve to suffer like this, let alone suffer so many injuries because of himself.

The rags in his mouth were taken off. When he couldn't speak before, Li Changtian thought about the words, but now when it was time to defend himself, he was so choked that he could barely speak.

"Yan Shu..." Li Changtian looked at Yan Shu with tears in his eyes, almost whimpering.

"I'm here, I'm listening." Yan Shu's voice was also very soft.

"At the beginning, Master Qin knew that he was suffering from a chronic illness. He was afraid that after he fell ill, the army's heart would be shaken. He even knew that fighting Bei Di would require a turning point and a strategy, so Master Qin asked me to discuss..." Although Li Changtian has entered Predicament, seriously injured, but still speaking clearly and logically, "Master Qin hopes that I can take his head and pretend to surrender to Bei Di. On the surface, he is attached, but in fact, in order to assassinate Beidi Khan, Sir Qin committed suicide by cutting his throat. , I didn't hurt him."

Speaking of this, Li Changtian closed his eyes, one was not daring to look at Yan Shu's expression, and the other was stubbornly not wanting to shed tears.

The moment Li Changtian promised Qin Jueming to participate in the plot.

He thought about this fate.

Thousands of people spurn it, and thousands of people refer to it.

But at this moment, Li Changcai realized that being misunderstood was such a sad thing.

If the bright red heart can prove loyalty, Li Changtian can't wait to take it out of his body for everyone to take a closer look at, as long as it can prove that he is not lying.

At this moment, Li Changtian heard Yan Shu calling his name.

"Long days."

Li Changtian opened his eyes and looked at those clear and indifferent eyes,

Yan Shu said.

"I believe you."

Li Changtian burst into tears.

Three words, stop his turbulence, stroke his scribbles, and flatten his arrogance.

So far, calm, no longer afraid of bad words, no longer afraid of misunderstanding.

He only said that he was open and frank, with a clear conscience in the world.

Li Changtian bit his lip and choked, he didn't want to cry, but the hot tears flowed like a spring, and he couldn't stop it.

Yan Shu stretched out his hand, stroked Li Changtian's tears, and said, "I'll take you away."

He stretched out his hand to release the restraints on Li Changtian's body and carried Li Changtian on his back.

Only then did Li Changtian realize that Yan Shu's stabbed shoulder was still bleeding, and the shoulders of his brocade clothes were dyed blood red.

Not only that, when Li Changtian was lying on Yan Shu's back, he found that the temperature on Yan Shu's body was abnormally high.

Yan Shu has a fever.

He must have endured the pain and rushed over as soon as he woke up.

"Lord Yan, please think twice! Stop!"

Several soldiers stepped forward, headed by the eldest grandson Bai, blocking Yan Shu's retreat, "His words have no basis, you can't easily believe it!"

"Then what if it's what he said?" Yan Shu asked the eldest Sun Bo.

"If it's what he said, Lord Qin will definitely leave us clues!" The eldest Sun Bai said firmly.

"I'll look for clues." Yan Shu said, "Now, let me take him away first."

"No!" said the eldest Sun Bo firmly, "The truth is unknown, and he still bears the crime of killing Lord Qin on his shoulders. How can he easily let him go in front of all the officers and men?"

Yan Shu's eyes turned cold.

While they were at a stalemate, a person suddenly came running from a distance.

"Wait all!!"

Li Zhanfeng came in a hurry, and he obviously got up on the sickbed just now, with a thick white cloth wrapped around his forehead.

"I have." Li Zhanfeng took out a hand letter, "I have evidence that Li Changtian is not a traitor, this is the hand letter left by Master Qin!"

It turned out that Qin Jueming had clearly arranged everything before his death.

He knew that Yan Shu and Changsun Bai could not know about this matter, otherwise they would definitely oppose it.

So Qin Jueming kept his mouth shut to the two of them, and didn't even show the slightest emotion.

The secret passage of the mansion was specially found by Qin Jueming for Li Zhanfeng.

When Bei Di's attack came in, he pretended to flee first, and then sneaked through the secret passage, which was also what Qin Jueming told Li Zhanfeng.

However, Qin Jueming was worried that there would be Bei Di's eyeliner in the army, so he didn't tell Li Zhanfeng clearly that Li Changtian pretended to surrender, but left a letter to Li Zhanfeng to open it after he won.

It's a pity that Li Zhanfeng was in a fierce battle with Bei Di during the sneak attack. Unfortunately, he was injured and comatose for a period of time, and he couldn't see the manual in time.

Although there were misunderstandings, fortunately it was not too late.

Li Changtian was finally able to reconcile Zhaoxue.

Just as Li Zhanfeng was holding the letter of Qin Jueming's own handwritten letter, in front of all the officers and soldiers, to wash away his grievances for Li Changtian, Yan Shu suddenly slumped and fell to the ground.

He was still pushing himself too hard.

"Yan Shu!!"

Li Changtian's cry was heart-rending.

That was the last voice Yan Shu heard before fainting.

Yan Shu slept in a drowsy state for several days, his unconscious consciousness was ups and downs, although he was not fully awake, he could vaguely hear the conversations of some people.

"I don't know how to deal with this Bei Di's poison, I'm afraid it's going to be the root of the disease."

"I have reported this to the capital, and when Lord Yan wakes up and can walk, I will let him go back to the capital to recuperate."

"General Li, don't be so guarded, you haven't slept for days and nights, go and rest."

"There are so many doctors in the capital who are rejuvenating, and there must be some who know how to remove the root of this poison."

When Yan Shu was completely awake, he didn't know where he was or where he was.

He struggled to discern his surroundings and found himself lying in a military tent.

"Yan Shu, you finally woke up!" A happy voice came.

Yan Shu turned his head to look, and saw a handsome and handsome man lying beside the bed. The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he should have not rested for many days.

For a moment, Yan Shu didn't recognize who the person in front of him was, he only felt a splitting headache and tinnitus.

This feeling is very strange, there is a voice in my heart telling Yan Shu that this is a very important person.

But Yanshu couldn't remember who he was.

But fortunately, the memory slowly returned to Yan Shu's mind, blowing away the fog.

"Changtian..." Yan Shu spat out these two words weakly.

Li Changtian's eyes were red, he grabbed Yan Shu's hand: "How do you feel? Does it hurt?"

Yan Shu asked back, "Your injury...?"

"My injury has already begun to heal. Do you know how long you have been in a coma? Five days, five full days." Li Changtian's voice was full of fear.

"It's alright." Yan Shu reassured softly, "It's alright..."

Li Changtian held Yan Shu's wrist and pulled his hand to his lips.

On Yan Shu's palm, there was a wound left by holding the iron whip that day, but now the blood has stopped and the scab has formed.

Li Changtian gently kissed Yanshu's palm, and smiled at him with red eyes.

"Well! It's all right."

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