The Wife is First

There is no light in the dark cell all day long, and no matter how thick the hay is, it can't withstand the cold air of the bluestone, which penetrates my heart one after another.

The mouse burrowed around in the hay, and suddenly its head hit a hand, opened its mouth and bit it.

"Hiss..." Jing Shao was awakened by the mouse bite and grabbed it with his backhand.

"Squeak--" The mouse screamed in fright.

Mu Hanzhang, who was sleeping on the side, was awakened. Seeing Jing Shao's confrontation with the mouse, he couldn't help but laugh. He slowly sat up and said, "Why is the prince not sleeping?"

Jing Shao looked back at him. There were torches on the corridor of the cell, beeping in the night. The dim light reflected the man in the corner, strangely showing some warmth. I couldn't help but move closer to him, holding the mouse in my hand to show him: "I caught this, we have meat to eat."

Mu Hanzhang frowned and looked at the struggling gray-haired mouse. He couldn't imagine how this thing could eat, so he didn't plan to continue the topic with him: "If the prince can't sleep, why don't you talk to me for a while?" ...Ahem..." He coughed again. His health was not good. He was in prison without any medicine, and the bluestone was cold. He was often stimulated to cramp at night, and now his legs are still cramping. pain.

Seeing that he was coughing again, Jing Shao moved over, tied the rat's tail to a wall nail, and leaned against him: "Well... if you are cold, just lean against me." Although he was not at home all year round, the princess's He knew that he was in poor health. After all, she was a royal concubine, so she couldn't be treated too harshly. He was always given medicine, but he still wasn't getting better after so many years.

Mu Hanzhang shook his head and looked at Jing Shao's handsome face, which was no longer as bright as before. It was covered with stubble and his beautiful eyes were now dull. We have been locked together these days, watching him go from being crazy at the beginning, to slowly giving up, to feeling regretful after meeting the second prince, and then to his current decadence. The resentment accumulated over the years has magically dissipated a lot. After all, Jing Shao is also an unfortunate person.

"My lord, look what that is." Mu Hanzhang raised his hand and pointed to a spot on the roof.

This cell was entirely made of stone, even the roof. Jing Shao looked along his hand and saw a trace of moonlight peeking out of a stone crack in the roof. It was very faint under the cover of the torch, but from Mu Hanzhang's position one could clearly see a little bit of the starry sky.

Jing Shao looked at that place in surprise. In order to see clearly, he kept moving towards Mu Hanzhang's position until he was right next to him.

The deep sapphire blue sky leaked out from the small gap, seeming to contain infinite beauty. Jing Shao stared at that place intently, greedily reluctant to blink: "Such a beautiful night sky, comparable to what I saw in the desert." That’s it.”

"What's the desert like?" The body he leaned against was very warm, which relieved the pain in his body. Mu Hanzhang did not move and leaned against the blue brick wall to look at that place.

"The desert is endless, and there may be no human habitation even if you walk hundreds of miles." Jing Shao recalled the situation in his youth and couldn't help but curled up his lips. "At that time, I went to hunt down the leader of the Huns. I led three thousand Qingqi to pursue him overnight. The entire desert There is only the sound of horse hooves..."

"The prince must not be afraid of anything at that time." Mu Hanzhang looked at him with shining eyes.

"Yes, when I was young, I didn't know how to be afraid, I just knew how to charge! Even if I only have three thousand cavalry, I would not be afraid of facing the Xiongnu's fifty thousand army..." Jing Shao paused as he spoke, quietly Looking at him, "Did you want to say something?"

Mu Hanzhang raised his head to look at the small starry sky, "The prince is young, fashionable and fearless. Now his hands are empty, so there is nothing to worry about."

Jing Shao was stunned for a moment, and for the first time he took a serious look at his male concubine. Even though he had been imprisoned for a long time and looked a little embarrassed, he still couldn't hide his arrogance as a scholar. Like a pliable green bamboo, he seemed to be better than him galloping on the battlefield. People need to be stronger.

"Cough cough cough..." Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but cough again before the people around him could answer. The cold air entered his lungs and made his whole body tremble slightly.

Jing Shao looked at the thin body huddled up against the cold wall, and suddenly felt a little distressed. He stretched out his hand out of nowhere and took the coughing person into his arms: "I'll keep you warm."

The body in his arms was very thin, and it felt a little awkward to hold it. The hand covering his lips was so thin that it was almost skin and bones. The blue veins were winding under the pale skin, which looked a little ugly. Jing Shao couldn't bear it. Zhu frowned, "Why are you so thin?"

Before Mu Hanzhang could answer, a small sound suddenly came from the empty cell. It should be the jailer with the key moving around. In the middle of the night, if there was nothing urgent, the jailer would not wander around with the key. Jing Shao immediately lay down in the hay with the man in his arms, buried his face in his long hair, and quietly observed the situation outside the door.

The jailer holding a torch, followed by two men in black, walked to their cell and stopped. Seeing that the two people inside were still sleeping soundly, they looked at each other. The jailer knocked on the iron cell door and said sarcastically: "Your Highness King Cheng, two adults from the Ministry of Punishment have come to ask some questions."

"The emperor's relatives are not allowed to be interrogated in the middle of the night in prison. Your Majesty, be careful." Mu Hanzhang, who was held in his arms, whispered.

Jing Shao frowned and sat up, but did not let go of the person in his arms. He said coldly: "You bitch, I have to go to bed. We'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do!"

"It's not up to the prince." The jailer opened the cell door and let the two people in. "The prince has been refusing to plead guilty. Why don't you ask the princess today."

The man in black walked steadily, and it was clear at a glance that his martial arts was not weak. Jing Shao instinctively sensed the danger, quickly stood up, and protected the person in his arms behind him: "If you want to interrogate me or the princess, you need the handwriting of the father." .”

The jailer smiled sinisterly and didn't say much. After the two people came in, he quickly retreated, locked the cell door in two or two, and left quickly. Without saying a word, the two men pulled out two short knives from their sleeves. Rushed over.

In the midst of the fire and lightning, Jing Shao's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his leg to kick one person away, and ducked to avoid the oncoming knife. One against two, but he had no weapon in his hand, so it was quite difficult to deal with it.

Mu Hanzhang shrank into a corner to avoid causing trouble to Jing Shao.

Jing Shao grabbed a knife, turned around and kicked the man against the iron door. There was a loud bang, and he stabbed the man in the chest with his backhand. Suddenly he felt a cold feeling on his back. He thought it was a weapon piercing the air. Cold, he turned around suddenly, only to catch a warm body.

"Hanzhang!" Jing Shao watched with splitting eyes as the short knife pierced Mu Hanzhang's body, and blood spurted out! Everything he had lost, Mu Hanzhang was the last thing he had, and now it was going to be taken away from him. How could it be possible, how could it be possible!

"Ah -" Jing Shao roared angrily, kicked the man to the corner, jumped up in the air, and stabbed the man in black heavily into the chest with the knife in his hand. One knife was not enough, so he added another knife, only to kill him with scarlet eyes. .

"Hanzhang, Hanzhang, why are you doing this..." Jing Shao hugged the man whose face was sallow in pain. This man was trying to protect him from the knife. What could an irresponsible husband like him deserve to do so much? , turned to face the door and roared, "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"

"No...no!" Jing Shao sat up suddenly, gasping for air.

"What's wrong?" Mu Hanzhang was woken up and got up in a daze. Seeing that Jing Shao's face looked very wrong, he immediately woke up and reached out to support him, "Xiao Shao, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Shao was stunned for a long time, then slowly turned around and looked intently at the person in front of him. His complexion was rosy and healthy because he had just woken up. He was surrounded by warm curtains and a soft bed beneath him.

"Xiao Shao..." Mu Hanzhang saw something wrong with his face, stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, and patted him gently, "Are you having a nightmare?"

The warm body pressed against him really brought him back from the nightmare. Jing Shao slowly reached out and hugged his princess, slowly tightening her grip, wanting to melt her into his bones.

Mu Hanzhang noticed that he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but feel distressed. He rubbed his back and asked, "What were you dreaming about?" With his prince's fearless temperament that day, what could have frightened him so much?

Jing Shao remained silent and refused to speak. He just buried his face in the warm neck and greedily sucked in the dry and warm breath.

Seeing that he didn't answer and refused to let go, Mu Hanzhang smiled helplessly. They had been married for almost ten years and this guy was still like a child, so he softened his voice and said, "I did the same thing just now." It was a strange dream. I dreamed that we were in a cell and you caught a mouse..."

"Jun Qing!" Jing Shao pulled away from the person in his arms and looked at him with wide eyes. Without waiting for the person to respond, he pushed the person under him and kissed his lips fiercely.

The dream just now was too real, and the pain of losing everything almost overwhelmed him. Jing Shao couldn't help but ask for it again and again, confirming again and again - what was in front of him was not a dream, he and Jun Qing were both alive and well, and he He took good care of Junqing and they lived happily...

Jing Shao held the sleeping man tightly in his arms and gently kissed the corner of his red eyes.

The past has become a dream, and it is useless to sigh.

How many chances can we have to come back in this world? Don't wait until you lose the person in front of you, then you will know that your wealth and glory will be in vain, and you will be filled with regrets...