About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

Saihan gasped.

During this time, he lay still as much as possible, and he couldn't say how long he had been lying there.

The tent had no windows, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, so I couldn't see the sun rise and set. I could only guess how long I had been in the cell based on the number of times the guards brought me food.

Three times, that is, one day.

Call ~

Saihan let out a sigh of relief.

Cold can keep people awake and promote thinking.

Gradually, he began to feel doubtful.

Isn't the king going to get to the bottom of this?

Of course he knew he was going to die, but he didn't want to die like this.

So, I couldn't help cursing,

"Right King, Li Qingcha, Maid, Su Buman, Gu Zelun, Left King..."

Names were called one by one, and in the end, even the name fell on the demon king.

Saihan hesitated for a moment, but finally muttered through gritted teeth, because he felt that the demon king must have found out something, but he was unwilling to let him go quickly.

He cursed the demon race's national curse,

"grass*%……"

The sound is a bit loud.

The guard outside heard it, of course, and shouted, "Shut up!"

Saihan shuddered and licked his lips.

"I...I want to eat."

The guard cursed.

"Want to eat? I'll make you some piss to warm you up."

With that, the guard walked away.

After a while, the sound of cloth being cut came from the door of the tent.

Then, the door curtain was opened.

A figure stood at the door.

The sudden light hurt Saihan's eyes.

He didn't see clearly who the person was, but he couldn't help but say, "You don't have to sew the door shut every time you go in or out. I... um..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party handed over a clay jar.

The pottery jar was very cold, and its surface was covered with water droplets.

Saihan thought it was urine at first, but found it was clear water without any peculiar smell. He held it in both hands and swallowed it hungrily. The water flowed from the corners of his mouth to his chest and sank into his chest hair.

Then he raised his head weakly and recognized the person in front of him.

"Brother Guzelen?"

Gu Zelun took out a wine bag and threw it to the other party.

"Besides water, I also have wine."

"Poison?"

"Give me the wine bag."

Guzelen grabbed the wine bag and took a few sips.

The wine flowed from the corners of his mouth, and from its turbid color it was clear that it was not a good wine.

Saihan took back the wine bag and drank it all.

Well, it's not a good wine, it's so sour and bitter.

But it was strong enough to relax his body and mind. He couldn't help but burp, then let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Saihan felt his body temperature rising a little. He leaned against the tent and asked Guzelen, "Brother Guzelen, have I been abandoned? Or... or... anything."

Guzelen smiled.

"What do you want to say? Scapegoat? Scapegoat?"

"This... This is probably not right."

"That's right. After all, you are the murderer who killed Su Buman. Moreover, the amount of embezzlement is huge. There is no such thing as a substitute death or a scapegoat. You deserve to die and you deserve the punishment for your crime."

"..."

"..."

They both fell silent at the same time.

Saihan looked at Guzelen and could not feel any hatred towards him.

In the darkness, in Saihan's imagination, the faces of those people headed by Li Qingcha were always looming, and every word and every smile was full of mockery.

But now, it seems that nothing matters.

Gu Zelun pondered for a moment and asked, "Have you thought about it?"

Saihan asked knowingly, "What have you thought of?"

"You promised the king that you are very familiar with the contents of the account book. If anyone covets the property and tries to steal it, you can find them all and make them kneel before the king and be punished."

"It's rare that you can remember my exact words."

Saihan noticed the sincerity in Guzelen's eyes.

Hope ignited in his heart.

"Did the king send you here?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know if the king asked you to come, but I have reason to believe that the king needs you to come and see me."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence lay between the two of them.

After a long while, Saihan asked the question he wanted to know most: "Guzelun, does the king need that list? If so, I can write it to you now."

At this point, he just wanted to drag some people down with him.

Guzelen looked at him without saying a word.

As a result, the little fire in Saihan's heart gradually died out, his eyes became dull, and he said sadly: "It really turned out like this...Okay, please make a quick decision and cut my throat to end it."

He didn't want to talk any more nonsense and took another gulp of wine.

Waiting to be killed.

However, Guzelen did not take any action, but squatted down.

"You can write it down now? Without looking at the account book?"

Saihan nodded.

"I needed to look at the account books before, but during this period, I was locked in the dark and recalled everything that happened before. It was easy to draw up a list."

"Then... can you remember the general items of their false accounting?"

"It should be about the same."

Gu Zelun's expression did not change at all;

Saihan looked at him and suddenly felt a little cold. He found that the cold wind had blown the curtain of the tent wide open.

He couldn't help but shrink back, his mind racing.

However, Guzelen did not give him time to continue thinking. He took out the paper and pencil he carried with him and handed them to him with his right hand.

Saihan took it.

There are a few traces of dampness on the paper, probably caused by sweat.

Gu Zelun is actually nervous?

He was a little surprised.

"Brother, is the king also angry with you?"

Gu Zelun was stunned at first, then shook his head.

"lets change a topic."

"Um...sorry bro."

"You write first."

Guzelun turned his back and no longer looked at Saihan.

Saihan sighed and wrote down everything he knew on paper with a pencil.

rustle--

The pen tip made a friction sound against the paper.

Not long after,

"It's finished."

Gu Zelun turned his head, squinted his eyes, and read in the dim light.

a long time,

"Did Tai Zun actually take away so much raw silk? And Zha Jian... humph... I really didn't expect... that someone could cover it up so well, you can't tell, you can't tell."

Saihan stared at Guzelen.

Unfortunately, being alone in the dark for a whole day had affected his vision to some extent in the short term.

Therefore, he would not realize that the expression on Guzelen's face was so gloomy.

Guzelen asked Saihan: "That's all? Is that all?"

Saihan nodded.

"Yes, that's all I can think of, already... um... what are you... "

Guzelen brushed Saihan's cheeks with his hands and grabbed Saihan's throat.

Although the palms of these hands were clearly padded with handkerchiefs, they were extremely cold.

At the same time, Saihan heard the last words of his life: "I am now answering your question. It is indeed the king who sent me here."

Chapter 594 Hanging oneself

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the next day.

"Saihan is dead."

When Yujun brought the news, Li Qingcha had just gotten up.

She was not too surprised, but she felt a little emotional and said, "The Holy Kingdom and Daxia are really the same... well... I don't know whether to say it is backward or simple."

Yujun said: "A few days ago, when you told Zuo Wang about this, I didn't believe it~"

"In Daxia, if the emperor is the brain, then the officials are the rest of the body. If the emperor wants to deal with the officials, even if he has this idea, he will immediately find that something is wrong with his body. He can't raise his hands high or move his legs. This is the same in the Holy Kingdom. What's more, the power of the Right King is also very huge. Even if you are close to the king, it is inevitable that people who take away too many fox totems at once will feel resentful."

"Will Father..."