Chapter 1390 The Scene of Depression

Seeing the appearance of this prison, Long Zhan had the urge to feel sick to his stomach. It was extremely filthy and there was no hope at all. Everything was black soaked in blood. It was heavy and depressing. Seeing When Gao Da was old, Long Zhan couldn't help coughing a few times, and turned around and couldn't bear to look.

He had been tortured very miserably, and it was also dark and damp here. Snakes, rats, insects and ants could be seen everywhere. The putrid smell made it difficult to breathe. At this time, someone came up and couldn't help but cover himself up. Nose began to greet the people behind him and said: "Why are there still dead, rotting and stinking people here? Come quickly and take them all away."

They didn't know that Long Zhan came here to find this person.

"Lao San, take this person away." Long Zhan ignored the government officials here and directly ordered Lao San. The people here still didn't understand what Long Zhan wanted for this already smelly "rotten meat".

The third child didn't mind it at all. He went up, put the man down from the iron hook, and carried him on his shoulders. Let's talk about it after returning to his mansion.

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In his sleep, Ye Xuan was suddenly woken up in a cold sweat by his nightmare. When he woke up, he found that the whole room was dark, which was extremely depressing. There was someone sitting beside the bed, and that person was Liu Piao. With the wind.

Liu Piaopiao watched Ye Xuan wake up. She didn't know how long she had been here, but she stood up immediately, picked up the tonic soup on the table and came to Ye Xuan's bed, gently trying to feed him. Drink it.

The soup was still warm, neither cold nor hot, but Liu Piaopiao tasted it herself with a delicate spoon. She felt satisfied, and then she let Ye Xuan drink it. Ye Xuan waved his hand, but I got off the bed first, walked to the curtains, pulled hard, and found that the sky was gray outside, and it felt like dust was about to fall from the sky.

"A heavy snowfall is coming. Why is the snow coming so slowly this year?" Ye Xuan looked at the sky outside and sighed softly.

Liu Piaopiao put down the soup in her hand, and then stood with Ye Xuan: "The snow is white, I really hope it will fall soon."

"Yes, do you want to cover up the blood flowing on your hands?" Ye Xuan suddenly said loudly.

Liu Piaopiao couldn't hold back her tears, but she still held it back and didn't say a word.

Ye Xuan walked to the desk and saw that the sealed document had not been moved at all. He picked it up and slammed it on the table: "Take a look. Take a good look at it."

Only then did Liu Piaopiao speak: "No need to read, I know all this."

Ye Xuan smiled: "Do you know everything, or do you only know part of it?"

Liu Piaopiao went over and took the document, but then put it down: "What's the difference between knowing all of it and knowing part of it?"

Ye Xuan stopped talking to her at this time, but put on a coat and walked out of the room.

In the twelfth lunar month of March, Ye Xuan put on a coat and even had bare feet. As soon as he went out, he felt his face was cold. When he looked up, it was snow. The snow finally fell, and all of a sudden The hair is out of control.

Dong'er suddenly rushed out from another room, also wearing thin clothes. The child didn't know anything, except that it was snowing. It had already snowed, and he could play happily and carefree.

Three or five servants were chasing him behind him. Some were carrying food, some were carrying soup, clothes, shoes, and hats. Ye Xuan's mood became abnormal after seeing all of his son. Feeling comfortable, he smiled, then turned around and walked out.

Just when we got to the street, the cold winter depression immediately enveloped the whole world. It was dim and hazy. The busiest streets were also in a depressed scene. There were more refugees than expected. Some shop owners would generously donate money to help some people in single clothes. Provide your own threshold, and some will leave some cold food or rough clothes outside, but most of them still close their doors and treat a cold heart with a cold door.

"City Lord, why are you going out dressed like this? It's too cold today and it's snowing." There was a tall, white, fat man with a smile on his face. He came out with a coat and cotton slippers. This is a steamed bun. At the door of the shop, steaming steamed buns were slapped on the door, but few people paid attention to them.

"City Lord, come in and eat some steamed buns."

Ye Xuan's stomach began to growl, and the bun became even more tempting. There were some displaced refugees around, staring at Ye Xuan and the bun with longing eyes.

"I bought all your buns. Just go get the money later and distribute these buns to people in need here."

After finishing speaking, the boss of the bun shop said with a smile on his face: "Come on, City Lord, I will go back and tell people to prepare more buns."

"Who wants to eat your broken buns, you murderer, you killed my husband..." An unkempt woman, with a girl wrapped in a blanket, seemed to be a madman, picked up the stones on the ground, and moved towards Throwing it directly at Ye Xuan's head, the girl was frightened, but she still looked at Ye Xuan secretly.

"You crazy woman, what are you doing..." The boss first thought of using his body to protect his buns, but slowly, more and more people came, some picking up stones, and some even He casually grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it towards Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan couldn't understand: Why didn't they feel grateful for this war and this riot when he appeared? Why do you work so hard but don't get any recognition?

"Come here, come here, come quickly, protect the city lord." The clerks at the bun shop rushed out with "weapons" in their hands and confronted those people, but there were so many people on the other side that everyone Terrified and trembling.

Ye Xuan's head was slightly broken by the stone, but it was nothing to him, so he continued to walk forward alone without saying anything.

When he looked up, he saw an acquaintance. Long Aotian was holding a roast chicken in one hand and a strong drink in his hand. He was squatting in the corner like a beggar, taking a sip of roast chicken and a sip of wine, and occasionally wanted to recite poems. Right.

"Didn't you say you were leaving? Why are you still in the city?"

Long Aotian looked at Ye Xuan's outfit, and after drinking too much, he started to speak eloquently: "What's wrong, the dignified city lord, was he kicked out of the house by his wife?"

As he said this, he handed the roasted chicken forward.