A Husband Who Traveled Through the Famine and Developed a Chronicle

"inside"

The gatekeeper replied respectfully.

The visitor nodded, walked towards the yard, walked up to the low plane tree, glanced at the short plane tree, his eyes showed regret, then his eyes met the eyes of the boy in front of the window, and his lips The horn couldn't help but pull out a smile.

"Brother Yuan"

With a low and pleasant voice, he walked slowly to the window and looked at the boy.

The young man raised his head slowly, and he had to lift his head to see his face clearly. He pursed his lips tightly, his already pale face became more transparent, looked at the person who came, and then glanced at the high courtyard gate, suddenly sneered and said: "What are you doing here?"

The visitor was not annoyed, he just stood in front of the window and took out a jade ring from his bosom.

The jade jue was passed through with a red string, with a red tassel hanging on it. He stretched out his hand and handed it to the young man, his red lips parted lightly and said, "Thank you very much, without this thing, I would not be where I am today."

"It's useless, though"

As he spoke, he let go, and the jade ring fell to the ground and split in two with a bang.

With this sound, the boy's heart seemed to be broken together. His hands trembled involuntarily. Looking at the person in front of him with his dark and bright eyes, he subconsciously took two steps back, away from the window, with his hands tucked inside his sleeves, thumbs Subconsciously rubbing the cuff with the index finger.

"You...what are you going to do?" His voice was trembling, and there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

"Ah……"

The man let out a chuckle, but the boy became even more frightened.

He suddenly rushed forward, closed the window forcefully with both hands, inserted the bolt inside, and leaned against the window with his back, his heart beating violently.

"What are you hiding from?"

The man's voice came from the window, and he said again: "If you can hide, why have you lived in this courtyard for 12 years?"

"You should have died a long time ago, I saved you"

"Now, it's just going on the road you should be on. Are you afraid?"

The man's voice was not in a hurry, but to the young man's ears it sounded like the king of Hades urging his life, who wants to die if he can live?Even if it is imprisoned in such a dark place.

But the other party obviously didn't think so. He moved his steps, slowly came to the gate of the courtyard, and said to the outside: "Come in."

After speaking, the young man heard a slight sound of footsteps, which was a little messy.

He lowered his eyes and leaned his back against the window. At this moment, there was the sound of an iron chain unlocking the door where he was. Soon, the door opened with a creak, and a few rays of light came in.

The man stepped into the house, followed by several attendants. In the hand of the attendant, there was a tray with a polished dagger inside. Another attendant held a glass of wine in his hand. In the tray at the back is a hemp rope as thick as a child's wrist.

"I have prepared three ways to die for you, cutting your throat, poisoning alcohol, and hanging yourself. Brother Yuan, let's see, which one do you prefer?"

The man spoke the cruelest words in the gentlest voice.

The young man shrank by the window, his body trembling slightly, and he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.

"It seems you are too excited. How about I choose one for you?"

"How about hanging yourself? I picked this rope specially for you. I have consecrated it in Fahua Temple. I will hang you with this rope. After your death, your soul will be scattered, and there is no possibility of reincarnation."

The man had a good temper and asked for the boy's opinion. His appearance seemed to be picking clothes, and it was completely impossible to tell that he was picking the boy's way of death.

The boy by the window rubbed his cuffs faster.

The man noticed his movement, a glint of light flashed across his eyes, he suddenly waved his hand to let the attendant go out, the door of the room was slowly closed, and the light in the room dimmed instantly.

Footsteps approached the window from the door, and the man's voice followed closely in the boy's ears.

"Li Xiuyuan, your life is really good."

"There is a fiancée who will die for you, a mother and stepfather who want to save you, and an identity that many people can't achieve in this life"

"Unfortunately, you were born at an untimely time"

"If you were born ten years earlier, maybe I haven't had the chance to get everything you have"

"Did you know? Today is the seventh day of February in the first year of the Great Zhou. The Great Xia died and the Great Zhou prospered. And I am the first founding monarch of the Great Zhou."

The man stopped not far from the young man, and that young man was obviously Li Xiu Yuan from his previous life.

Hearing the man's words, the young man didn't react much on his face, but his eyes were already filled with horror. He couldn't imagine that the man in front of him would be the founding monarch of a country.

Although he was resentful in his heart, he dared not deny that this man was an outstanding person.

For more than ten years, he has thought of countless ways to escape, but he has not been able to escape from this person's arrangement, which is enough to show his ability.

Li Xiuyuan is still just surprised now, but following the man's next words, the expression on his face was completely unmaintainable, and he only heard the man say: "Actually, the position of the king should belong to you, because you are The only descendant of the former royal family, and that piece of jade is the token that proves your identity."

Li Xiuyuan couldn't believe it, subconsciously said: "What did you say?"

And at this time, the man finally came to Li Xiuyuan, and said with a bit of malice: "I said, originally the position of monarch should belong to you, and you are the only descendant of the former royal family."

"Jade Jue is the token to prove your identity"

Li Xiuyuan closed his eyes and said dejectedly: "So, this is your purpose of imprisoning me for 13 years, and now that your purpose has been achieved, I should die too, right?"

His tone was so calm that the man was a little surprised.

"Give me the poison bar, I want to die peacefully"

He opened his eyes, and the light was lost in his eyes. Of course, if you look carefully, you can see the monstrous hatred hidden in his eyes. If you can live, who wants to die?
He just knew that he was powerless to resist.

The man was a little surprised, but still ordered someone to come in with something, and walked out by himself.

When he walked to the door, he heard Li Xiuyuan ask: "I never asked you, what's your name?"

The man turned his head, let out a chuckle, and said arrogantly with a bit of contempt: "A person who is about to die is not worthy of knowing my name."

After speaking, he left the room, and his footsteps seemed to be a little easier than before.

"Isn't it worthy?"

Li Xiuyuan lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the hatred in his eyes, and put the poisoned wine into his mouth.

He lived for 18 years without a drop of alcohol. The spicy and bitter taste passed through his mouth and entered his stomach. The burning pain like fire spread from his stomach. He leaned against the window, holding on tightly with his fingers. Shuan, his pale complexion instantly turned bright red.

A trace of blood leaked from the crack of his lips, and dripped down his clean chin onto the ground.

The attendant serving the wine stood up straight and looked at him indifferently. His consciousness was always awake, feeling that the poisonous wine destroyed every vitality in his body.

pain.

As in the bone marrow.

Li Xiuyuan pinched his cuffs tightly with both hands, enduring the pain of his life being destroyed.

But in reality, Li Xiuyuan arched his body, curled up on the bed, bit his lips tightly with his teeth, and clenched his cuffs tightly with his hands as in a dream. Big drops of sweat soaked the pillow, and his face showed pain. expression.