108 Extra Three: A Dream

The dark cell was dark all day long, and no matter how thick the hay was, it couldn't resist the coldness of the bluestone slabs, which penetrated the heart and bones.

The mouse was burrowing in the haystack, and suddenly its head hit a hand, and it opened its sharp mouth and bit it.

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

"Squeak--" The mouse screamed in fear.

Mu Hanzhang, who was sleeping on the side, was awakened. Seeing Jing Shao confronting the mouse, he couldn't help laughing, and slowly sat up and said: "Why don't you sleep, my prince?"

Jing Shao looked back at him. Torches were lit on the corridor of the cell, beeping in the night, and the dim light reflected the man in the corner, strangely showing a bit of 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 would eat, so he didn't intend to continue this topic with him: "If the prince can't sleep, why don't you talk to me for a while... cough cough..." He started coughing again. His health was not good to begin with. He was locked up in prison without medicine, and the bluestone was cold. He often got cramps at night. Now his legs still throbbed.

Jing Shao saw him coughing again, so he moved over, tied the mouse's tail to the wall nail, and leaned against him: "Well... if you are cold, lean on me." Although he was not at home all year round, he knew that the princess was in poor health. After all, she was the principal wife, so he couldn't be too harsh on her. He had been given medicine, but it didn't get better after so many years.

Mu Hanzhang shook his head and looked at Jing Shao's handsome face, which was no longer as radiant as before. It was covered with stubble and his beautiful eyes were now dim. These days, he was locked up together and watched him go from madness at first to slowly giving up later, regret after meeting the second prince, to now being decadent. The resentment accumulated over the years has strangely dissipated a lot. In the final analysis, Jing Shao is also an unfortunate person.

"Your Highness, look at what that is." Mu Hanzhang raised his hand and pointed to a place on the roof.

This cell was made entirely of stone, including the roof. Jing Shao looked in the direction of his hand and saw a ray of moonlight in a crack in the roof. It was very weak under the shade of the torch, but Mu Hanzhang could clearly see a little bit of the starry sky from his position.

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

The deep sapphire blue sky leaked out from the small gap, as if it contained infinite beauty. Jing Shao stared at it intently, greedily unwilling to blink: "Such a beautiful night sky, comparable to what I saw in the desert."

"What is the desert like?" The body that leaned over was very warm, relieving the pain in his body. Mu Hanzhang did not move, leaning against the blue brick wall and looking at it.

"The desert is endless, and there may be no people for hundreds of miles," Jing Shao recalled the situation when he was young, and couldn't help curling his lips, "At that time, I went to hunt down the leader of the Huns, and led 3,000 light cavalry to chase him overnight. The whole desert was only the sound of horse hooves..."

"At that time, the prince must have been afraid of nothing in his heart." Mu Hanzhang looked at his shining eyes.

"Yes, I was young at that time, I didn't know how to be afraid, I just knew how to charge! Even if I only had 3,000 cavalry, I was not afraid of the 50,000 Huns..." Jing Shao paused and looked at him quietly, "Do you want to say something?"

Mu Hanzhang looked up at the small starry sky, "Your Highness was fearless when he was young, and now he has nothing to worry about."

Jing Shao was stunned for a moment, and for the first time he carefully examined his male concubine. Even though he had been imprisoned for a long time and looked a little embarrassed, he still couldn't hide the pride of a scholar, like a flexible green bamboo, which seemed to be stronger than him who galloped on the battlefield.

"Cough cough cough..." Mu Hanzhang couldn't help coughing again before the people around him answered. The cold air entered his lungs, and his whole body trembled slightly with coughing.

Jing Shao looked at the thin body curled up against the cold wall, and suddenly felt distressed. He stretched out his hand and hugged the coughing person into his arms: "I'll warm you up."

The body in his arms was very thin, and it was a bit uncomfortable 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 bit ugly. Jing Shao couldn't help frowning, "Why are you so thin?"

Before Mu Hanzhang could answer, there was a slight sound in the empty cell. It should be the jailer with the key walking around. In the middle of the night, if there was nothing urgent, the jailer would not carry the key around. Jing Shao immediately lay down in the haystack with the person in his arms, buried his face in his long hair, and quietly observed the situation outside the door.

The jailer with a torch and two men in black came to their cell and stopped. Seeing that the two people inside were still sleeping, they exchanged glances. The jailer knocked on the iron cell door and said sarcastically, "Your Highness, the Ministry of Justice has come to ask some questions."

"Royal relatives cannot be interrogated in the middle of the night in prison, be careful, Your Highness." 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 bastard, I still need to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow if there's anything!"

"This is not up to Your Highness," the jailer opened the cell door and let the two people in. "Your Highness has been refusing to plead guilty. Why don't we ask the princess today?"

The black-clothed man walked steadily, and it was obvious that he was good at martial arts. Jing Shao instinctively sensed the danger and quickly stood up, protecting the person in his arms behind him: "To interrogate the king or the princess, you need my father's handwritten order."

The jailer smiled sinisterly and said nothing more. After the two men came in, he quickly retreated, locked the prison door in a few seconds, and left quickly. Without saying a word, the two men drew two short knives from their sleeves and rushed over.

In the blink of an eye, Jing Shao's pupils shrank suddenly, raised his legs to kick one man away, bent over to avoid the oncoming knife, fighting one against two, but suffering from no weapons in his hands, it was quite difficult to deal with.

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

Jing Shao grabbed a knife, turned around and kicked the man against the iron gate. With a loud bang, he stabbed the man in the chest with his backhand. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, which was the cold air from the weapon breaking through the air. He turned around suddenly and caught a warm body.

"Han Zhang!" Jing Shao watched with bloodshot eyes as the short knife stabbed into Mu Han Zhang's body, and blood gushed out! He had lost everything. Mu Han Zhang was the last thing he had, and now he was going to be taken away by someone. How could this be possible? How could this be possible!

"Ah——" Jing Shao roared, kicked the man hard into the corner of the wall, jumped into the air, and stabbed the knife in his hand heavily into the chest of the man in black. One knife was not enough, so he added another knife, killing him with blood all over his eyes.

"Han Zhang, Han Zhang, why are you doing this..." Jing Shao hugged the man with a pale face. This man was trying to block the knife for him. What was so worthy of his irresponsible husband? He turned around and shouted to the door, "Someone come! Someone come!"

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

"What's wrong?" Mu Han Zhang was awakened and got up in a daze. Seeing that Jing Shao's face was not right, he immediately woke up and reached out to support him, "Xiao Shao, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Shao was stunned for a while, slowly turned his head, and looked at the person in front of him steadily. His skin was rosy and healthy because he had just woken up. There were warm curtains around him and a soft bed under him.

"Xiao Shao..." Mu Hanzhang saw that his face was not right, so he reached out and hugged him into his arms, patting him gently, "Did you have a nightmare?"

The warm body against him really pulled him back from the nightmare. Jing Shao slowly reached out and hugged his own princess, slowly tightening his arms, just wanting to melt him into his bones.

Mu Hanzhang found that he was sweating all over, and couldn't help but feel distressed. He smoothed his back: "What did you dream about?" With his own prince's fearless personality, what on earth could scare him like this?

Jing Shao was silent and refused to speak, just buried his face in the warm neck, greedily sucking 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, but this guy was still like a child, so he softened his voice and said, "I also had a strange dream just now. I dreamed that we were in a cell and you caught a mouse..."

"Jun Qing!" Jing Shao suddenly pulled the person in his arms away, stared at him with wide eyes, and without waiting for the man to respond, he pressed the man under him and kissed him hard on the lips.

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

Jing Shao hugged the person who fell asleep in his arms tightly, and gently kissed the red corner of his eyes.

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

How many chances can there be in this world to start over? Don't wait until you lose the person in front of you to know that wealth and glory are empty, and you will regret it...