After tossing and turning for two days, Yan Xi finally walked into the eerie prison.

The long stairs go deep into the ground, with hard stone walls on both sides, and oil lamps are hung on the stone walls.There was no wind, and the flames burned up faintly, unable to illuminate the dark stone steps under the feet.

When people walk inside, the footsteps sound far away, and the end of the stone path is like a dark hole, as if it can eat people.

I don't know what order Ying Zhu gave, but Beizhen Fushi personally led Yan Xi to visit Wen Lan.

Yan Xi walked through the long corridor with a sullen face. On both sides of the corridor were two rows of dark cells.

"These two rows of prison cells with iron bars are used to detain ordinary criminals. Some criminals who have no official position but are involved in the case are here." The governor of Beizhen held a lantern and reminded in front of a step, "Master Xuan, be careful where you step."

Yan Xi thanked her, but without slowing down, she lifted her robe and stepped on it.

In a certain cell that Yan Xi passed by, a prisoner woke up drowsily, his body was crippled, his eyes were cloudy, he coughed hoarsely, and unconsciously repeated: "Master Xuan...Master Xuan... Master Xuan?!"

The prisoner sat up abruptly, accompanied by groans of pain, but the man seemed to be possessed by a demon, his eyes gradually lit up, and he muttered: "In the book, there is only one person in Jingdu at this time.Master Xuan. It's him! It must be him!"

At the end of a few turns in the narrow road, there was a row of cells locked with iron doors.

"The prisoners here are all serious criminals and important criminals." Beizhen Fushi opened the innermost room and handed over the lamp to Yan Xi.

When Yan Xi was about to go in, Beizhen Fushi reminded him in a low voice: "You have to speak louder when you talk to him."

Yan Xi's complexion turned pale, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

Beizhen Fushi shook his head, did not answer Yan Xi's question, but said: "If you have anything to say, please hurry up, Mr. Xuan. Just now, someone gave him medicine, and it will take effect in a few moments."

Yan Xi felt a strong sense of foreboding, and before asking further questions, Bei Zhen Fu had already silently withdrew.

Yan Xi meets Wen Lan.

Although Emperor Tianxi said that torture should not be used, Yan Xi did not naively think that Wen Lan would be better off in prison.

But never expected that in two days, only two days, Wen Lan would look like this!

The heart that Yan Xi had been holding up all the time seemed to be smashed to the ground, bloody and bloody.When he saw Wen Lan for the first time, his eyes were red.

Then, he soon understood why he had to speak loudly to Wen Lan.

Wen Lan's hearing was not very good, she curled up into a ball, lay against the wall and looked at the small skylight above the cell, and was indifferent to the sound of the door opening.

Yan Xi called him louder: "Brother Wen."

Wen Lan seemed to be stunned for a moment, then turned her head to distinguish.

Yan Xi called out again: "Brother Wen."

Wen Lan heard this response clearly, she froze all over, and turned her head vigorously to look at the person.

Yan Xi rushed over and squatted beside Wen Lan.

Before seeing Wen Lan's appearance, Yan Xi's eyes were already stinging from the pungent smell of blood. He put down the lantern, his throat was already stiff and he couldn't speak.

He whimpered twice, and stretched out his hand to help Wen Lan.

But as soon as he touched Wen Lan, he saw her trembling violently. His heartstrings tightened and he realized that his fingertips were wet.

Blood.

blood.

Yan Xi felt great grief in his heart, he yelled twice before finding his own voice: "Brother Wen, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Lan couldn't help shivering, Yan Xi wanted to help him, but she was afraid of touching the wound, so she had to move the lamp closer to check on Wen Lan's injury.

The light slowly illuminated Wen Lan's whole body.

Yan Xi turned pale with astonishment upon seeing it.

Wen Lan's whole body was covered in blood, and her official uniform was in tatters. The blood in many places had turned dark red. Only her face had no wounds, but blood flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Yan Xi was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold, his whole body seemed to have been abused and there were pains everywhere, his nose was sore, and tears welled up.

He wanted to find a place to drop his hands, but he couldn't find a place without blood stains. Yan Xi was very angry, crying and shouting: "How dare they resist the order! How dare they!"

Wen Lan finally heard Yan Xi's voice clearly, and gradually calmed down.

Yan Xi clenched his fists, he looked fiercely outside the door, he wanted to rush out to do something.

At this moment, crazy tyranny filled his chest, he stood up suddenly, his eyes were on fire.

Just when he was about to make a move, he heard Wen Lan's weak voice: "Wei Yu?"

Yan Xi stood still on the spot, he turned his head to look more stiffly than Wen Lan, this time, he met Wen Lan's eyes.

Those eyes that were once clear are already covered with blood.

Wen Lan was... blind.

Yan Xi's head exploded, he squatted down slowly, and asked calmly, "Who did it?"

Wen Lan looked for Yan Xi with her invisible eyes, and slowly stretched out her hand.

Wen Lan's hand was still intact.

Soon Yan Xi realized that the reason why she couldn't hurt her hand was because she had to save it for writing the confession; the reason why she wasn't dumb was because she had to save it for the confession.

Someone wanted to force Wen Lan to retract her confession.

Yan Xi trembled and took Wen Lan's hand.

Wen Lan seemed to be able to see Yan Xi, and at the moment of clasping her hands, she showed a familiar smile to Yan Xi, and opened her mouth to make a very low voice with difficulty: "I'm glad you came."

Yan Xi whimpered, as if something he cherished had been bullied and smashed to pieces, he cried and said, "I want to avenge you."

Wen Lan shook her head slowly and said, "It's a blessing that we can still meet each other, don't be sad."

Yan Xi choked up and agreed to him: "Okay... I'm not sad."

Wen Lan's expression relaxed a little, her bloody eyes tried hard to "look" at him: "Have you been happier recently?"

Yan Xi was taken aback, he didn't expect Wen Lan to care about such insignificant things, he replied: "I'm not unhappy."

Wen Lan seemed to understand what Yan Xi was thinking, and he sighed disapprovingly, as if he was reasoning with Yan Xi that being in a bad mood was not innocuous.

He spoke slowly: "You don't seem to be very happy all the time. Has the little prince made you happier recently?"

Yan Xi blushed, her heart ached, and she wiped her tears and said, "What... are you referring to?"

I don't know what kind of medicine was given to Wen Lan by the envoy of Beizhen, but Wen Lan gradually gained strength, and her speech gradually became coherent: "I think the little prince is a man, worthy of entrustment. If you like him, don't be afraid of others' words. Life is alive., have a good time, gossip is nothing but jealousy from others, you just have to be happy with yourself."

Yan Xi froze suddenly.

He suddenly realized and was filled with sorrow: Wen Lan knew it, she knew it all from the beginning to the end.Wen Lan didn't say a word in front of me, and even saw Fang Xun deliver the umbrella and pick me up again, and she didn't show the slightest strangeness.In fact, Wen Lan is not careless, she is just trying to make me feel comfortable in this way and not embarrass me.That's why Ri Wenlan asked me to get into the car at Beiyuan Palace, and he left quickly by himself, in order to reassure me to see the little prince.Wen Lan...just wants me to be happier.

Yan Xi burst into tears: "I...understand. I am very happy, not unhappy, brother Wen... please rest assured."

"That's great." Wen Lan clenched Yan Xi's hand emotionally and said, "The moment is the best, don't let the future be long. Light rain, cherish the present."

Yan Xi let him hold it, but still cried: "I know."

"Why are you still crying?" Wen Lan said, "I am very happy at the moment. Xiao Yu, don't feel sorry for me. The place I will go to is the blood in my chest and the beauty in my heart."

Yan Xi tried her best not to cry, and asked him: "Who hit you?"

"Who is it?" Wen Lan looked up at an unknown place and said, "I thought that the outer court still had a way to correct, improve or save. It was only here that I realized that it was my whimsy, and the government had long since rotted to the root.It's inside. The government order is not smooth, the positive is obeying the negative, the internal is chaotic, and the external is weak. If a family is not in harmony, the family will be ruined and the family will be busy;Looking at Yan, I don't know who is the master!"

Yan Xi got angry when she heard what Wen Lan said, so she patted the back of Wen Lan's hand to comfort her, and said, "I'll take you out, save some energy."

As Wen Lan spoke, she suddenly coughed violently, his whole body constricted from the cough, Yan Xi hurriedly took out the handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of Wen Lan's mouth.

Wen Lan pressed Yan Xi's hand, shook her head and said, "I can't go out, and I won't go out. I will die with a smile on my face. We are not from Penghao, so why should we be afraid of death!"

Yan Xi's tears kept rolling down. He didn't want Wen Lan to know, so he endured so much pain that his whole body tensed up from crying.

Wen Lan couldn't see or hear clearly, but she seemed to know Yan Xi's sadness. He tried his best to smile, and said to Yan Xi: "Wei Yu, don't cry, don't be afraid. After this, Xiao Xiaoxiaoren, demons and monsters have gradually appeared; the wind and rain have come, the building will collapse, and the silverfish, tiger and wolf will surely perish."

Yan Xi swallowed the cry in his throat, and his whole body showed a certain state of stiffness due to the shock and pain.

He saw Wen Lan's blood dripping down from the corners of her eyes, nostrils and ears.

Wen Lan didn't seem to notice it, his blood-soaked eyes widened vigorously, just like when he used to talk about literature and poetry when he was in a happy place, he said: "Under the cold winter, the lamp holder is still persisting; in the dark nightWei Mang, those who benefit all living beings are invincible. You have to believe that no matter how bad the world is, there will always be people holding a light to fight against the dark night. Such people are everywhere. Wei Yu, don't be afraid."

Yan Xi endured the crying, his clothes were wet with tears, he pursed his lips tightly, looked at Wen Lan sadly, and held Wen Lan's hand very hard.

With such strength, it silently expresses his efforts to keep him.

Wen Lan understood, moved closer and said, "Wei Yu, don't feel sorry for me, I'm not alone. If one day, you also walk on this road, you have to remember that like-minded people are by your side."

Blood bubbles appeared at the corner of Wen Lan's mouth.He also noticed it himself, and raised his hand to wipe it off.Halfway through the lift, he realized something, let go with relief, and held Yan Xi again.

Yan Xi realized something, and his mind was overwhelmed by great fear, he called out tentatively: "Brother Wen?"

Wen Lan suddenly breathed hard, and he tried to speak loudly: "The people of the Li people are suffering, I cannot bear it. Where the Tao is, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go there. I only hope that the mountains and rivers will be safe, and the sea and rivers will be clear."

Huge bubbles of blood popped out of Wen Lan's lips, and she coughed them up one after another.However, Wen Lan's expression was extremely serene. He said, "Wei Yu, go forward and don't look back. Brother, take a step first."

Wen Lan's body slid down.

Yan Xi hugged the dilapidated Wen Lan tightly in grief.

Yan Xi suppressed it for a long time, and couldn't bear it any longer, screaming out: "Ah——"

He fell on Wen Lan's shoulder, hugged himself covered in blood, and cried bitterly.

Yan Xi wept bitterly, and after a long time, she raised her head from the bloody corpse.

Wen Lan's blood was all over his face and body, but his complexion was exceptionally white. The extreme color conflict made him look like a ghost reborn from purgatory.

Yan Xi gritted her teeth and said, "I want all of you to pay with your lives."

Yan Xi hugged Wen Lan's body with empty eyes.

Until Beizhen Fushi called him outside the door: "Master Xuan, please go back."

Yan Xi hugged Wen Lan and refused to let go, nor did she reply.

Beizhen Fushi said: "Brothers risked their lives for Master Xuan's trip, and please honor your hand and leave the body to us."

Yan Xi tilted his head, his thoughts came back slowly, digesting this sentence, and he opened his mouth slowly after a long time.

When he opened his mouth for the first time, he couldn't make a sound.

He closed his eyes vigorously, adjusted his breath, put Wen Lan back on the couch made of withered grass, and carefully arranged Wen Lan's remains.

After finishing all this, when he raised his head again, he opened his mouth and recovered his voice, and said, "You guys have handed over the errand, and try to find a way to leave the body to me."

Then he took one last look at Wen Lan, wiped Wen Lan's face clean with a veil, and then tucked the blood-soaked veil into his inner pocket.

Seeing Yan Xi's crazy and calm actions, Bei Zhenfu envoy felt terrified and chilled all over his body.

He instinctively felt that the frail Master Xuan in front of him would be a very terrifying existence.

It was expected that Wen Lan's death would cause an uproar.But the change to this Xuan Yin may lead to even more unmanageable consequences.

Jin Yiwei is different from ordinary people's sensitivity to people's hearts and situations. The governor of Beizhen is in charge of the prison, and he has seen the resentment and anger of all kinds of people who are about to die, but those are just false "ghost revenge".

Only this pale and extremely beautiful person in front of him reminded him of the Shura evil ghost.

When Yan Xi got up, his expression was terrifyingly calm, and he walked out quietly.

When he stepped out of the cell, the tears stopped.

He perfectly disguised himself as if nothing had happened, and walked out tall and straight.

Beizhen Fushi followed behind him, silently took out a blood book from his sleeve pocket, handed it to Yan Xi, and said: "This is written by Lord Wen in prison, and the higher-ups don't know about it. I am a vulgar sinner, and I can publish the last words of Lord Wen."Lords, this is also a redemption."

Yan Xi unfolded the blood book, and on it was Wen Lan's vigorous handwriting.

This book was probably written by Wen Lan as soon as she entered the imperial prison. At that time, she had the heart of death.

The sonorous words in the letter are endless: "I, Wen Lan, was born in a very young age. I have neither a prominent family background nor a special talent, but I was born with ambition. I studied hard in the extreme heat and winter. I am grateful for the grace of God and rewarded me with twentyZai Hanchuang, endowed me with the responsibility of clearing up the turbidity, and my lifelong ambition can be practiced. 'Anyone who is loyal and righteous can entrust a six-foot orphan, can send a hundred miles of life, and can't take it away when it comes to the big festival'①,I am one of thousands, and I am honored to get rid of traitors. I have been loyal and righteous for a lifetime, and died at the hands of traitors, but I deserved my death. After me, this generation of small, vicious moths will have nowhere to escape!Standing in the world, walking upright and sitting upright, you don't need to condescend to fear slander. I will die in this trip, and I have no shame in my heart, no regrets in heaven, and no complaints in people. My small words today will make everyone deaf.The faint light will make the dark night suddenly bright. Pity the hardships of the people's lives, I will die, and look at the future generations!"

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Note ①: "You can entrust a six-foot orphan, you can send a hundred miles of life, and you can't take it away at the big festival" - from "The Analects", explaining "You can entrust a young orphan; you can entrust the lifeline of the country; even if you are coerced, but does not change the important morals."Ps: The full text of Wen Lan's suicide note, at my level, can only be written to this extent.In ancient times, Wen Lan was able to get the 10th Jinshi in the second class (13th in the country). In modern times, she is at least at the level of the provincial champion. Forgive me for my lack of ability to write shocking articles.I admire people with lofty ideals like Wen Lan, and I only show my respect with my clumsy essays.