Since she learned that Ling Yue has the help of the Su family to take care of her, Ling Jue has not been in danger of her life for the time being, and Liaoyang has taken personal life and death indifferently.

Trapped in a claustrophobic cell all day long, she couldn't even see the sun. She seemed to have become accustomed to this darkness.

Until the door of the Tianzhu opened slowly again, the long-lost rays of sunlight poured down and Liaoyang's eyelids slightly raised.

However, that's all.

However, Aunt Zhao, she was like a moth in the darkness. She was silent and silent, but she was always looking for light. Even if it was just a trace of faintness that was almost nothing, there was nothing left in an instant, which was enough for her to be excited for a long time.

Liaoyang didn't say anything, and Pingyang Hou didn't say anything, just let Aunt Zhao immerse herself in her finally discovery.

"I don't know, what's going on in Kyoto recently?" Sure enough, the negligence of light appeared, but someone was thrown into the heavenly prison again. Aunt Zhao muttered to herself, not a look of worry or a simple confusion in her tone.

At this time, if someone can see the expression on her face clearly, they will find that it seems to be a smug smile?

In fact, she has a very easy to understand. If she can't escape death in the end, would she choose to go on the road and feel more at ease? Or could she drag as many people as possible into the water?

Anyway, the left and right are dead, and more people can be in the same situation as her, or they may be much worse than her, and they will end up in a different way. From a certain perspective, it is also very satisfying.

Of course, this is only the almost distorted ugly mentality of Aunt Zhao.

Liaoyang saw it, and Pingyang Hou also saw it, but no one tried to dissuade him or make him sober. It was just because those dark and ugly things were just the imagination of Aunt Zhao, a death row prisoner. She couldn't change anything.

However, several jailers gathered together to chat. The guards of the jailers have always been strict. In order to prevent the exposure of some important information, the jailers rarely communicated verbally. Even the few eyes they shared with each other, which were rarely seen before.

The jailer of Pingyang was sent to the heavenly prison for so long, and he had never seen those jailers just open their mouths and chat without caring about anything.

I couldn't help but listened, and I could only hear someone sighing. I don't know if it was more emotion or more pity: "Who could have thought that a good person like Doctor Hua was a witch doctor?"

As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately refuted around the darkness: "Don't put gilds on his face. He used to be a weird person. Although he helped many poor people, it was really difficult to deal with him."

"Okay, okay. We can't control other people's affairs." Finally, a smart man was willing to stand up and said.

Under his words, this conversation that seemed to have a long-lasting feeling was temporarily suspended. Of course, their conversation was really not suitable for being in the prison. What will happen again after the suspension is just a difference in location.

"Marty?" Aunt Zhao stumbled and stood up and walked a few steps, approaching the Pingyang Hou's cell: "Did you hear it? What they said is Dr. Hua from Miaochuntang?"

Looking at Kyoto, which doctor Hua is worthy of discussion when others have used so much effort to describe and discuss?

Pingyang Hou took a deep breath. He was too busy to take care of himself now, and he could only hear about Dr. Hua for nothing: "It's Dr. Hua from Miaochun Hall."

After getting this answer, Aunt Zhao was stunned at first, and then she laughed, "It's really a turn of feng shui. He, a miracle doctor, has a day of injustice! He deserves it!"

But the more he spoke, the more he became less and more unconventional. Liaoyang couldn't help but whisper: "Shut up, don't look at what this place is."

At the beginning, Aunt Zhao was still afraid because she always held Xu and had a little bit of vitality. But now, as time goes by, she has to accept her fate.

Since the left and right are dead, what else can she be afraid of?

Aunt Zhao suddenly turned around and walked a few steps towards Liaoyang. This feeling of condescendingness, but she had never experienced before: "I am not afraid of death. I am not as anxious as you, because I am not the one who does the wrong things."

Liaoyang knew that all the people in the Pingyang Marquis' Mansion were affected by her, and she felt very sorry. However, Aunt Zhao, who started to be crazy, was like a mad dog, biting her when she saw someone.

What's wrong with Huajun? Huajun is the one who helped Ling Yue. Now that he is in trouble, he is criticized by others, Liaoyang naturally wants to maintain it.

"But aren't you trapped here too?" Yes, is it very unfair? There is no way, but this is the characteristic of implication.

No one will care whether you are guilty or innocent, and it doesn’t matter whether you are wronged or not. The same spirit is connected, and at this time, it is even more united than ever.

"You! Do you have the face to say?" Aunt Zhao raised her hand and palmed her hands. The crisp and loud slap sound was very obvious in the silence around.

It was as if this palm not only hit Liaoyang's face, but also hit every corner of the four.

"Aunt Zhao!" Pingyang Hou shouted loudly, and the man stood up from the ground.

Aunt Zhao had every reason to believe it. If it weren't for this prison cell as a roadblock, Pingyang Hou would have rushed forward with a quick step. How did she treat Liaoyang, he would have fought back ten times a hundred times.

Although it is a very stupid manifestation to blame everything on God, Aunt Zhao still couldn't help but sigh that God is really unfair.

She could have had a bright life, but when did she start? These good days get worse and worse. In the end, not only did everyone desire happiness but also spent their lives.

A tear arose in Aunt Zhao's pupils: "The beginning of my pain is from the day I married you." Some words she had buried in her heart and never said. It was just because, once there was something, the relationship between them would begin to break from her.

Marrying a man who doesn't love you is a pain for all women. But even so, even if they know it early in the morning, they are still as determined and serious as moths flying into the flames in the dark night. Just because all choices and all yearnings are because of that person.

Pingyang Hou's lips were stuttering, and after a long time, he spoke: "Zhao Jie, I'm not sorry for you."

Zhao Jie was her name when she was not married. Later, when she came to Pingyang Hou Mansion, everyone in the mansion called her Aunt Zhao. This name was already strange, like another person.
Chapter completed!