Strict prison

"At that time, there was another person named Luo." He Lianheng explained, "Maybe Luo Chenhuan is the descendant of Luo."
"… what he"
"It’s just a casual remark. Rockwell has won the favor of Zuo Qiu’s. Seeing that the potential is strong, it will surpass Beitang; North hall’s natural great betrayal came to my grandpa "
"Then what?"
"North Hall doesn’t want to go to Hector even but want to lend him some military forces; They want to reverse the Zuo Qiu Zilijun’s promise to cede the ten cities of Imperial Spring to Hector even after the job is done. "
It is rare for a man to talk so much. His voice is heavy, but his words are clear, which is more attractive to Zong Jin than the story of Mr. Lian Heng’s cadence.
The young man cocked his head and listened carefully to his pause and urged him to "keep talking, keep talking and keep talking"
"But Luo’s early eradication of Bei Tang’s heart happened to incite Zuo Qiu to destroy Bei Tang’s family with one hundred and twenty-seven mouths when the Lord of Bei Tang left the Imperial Spring."
"… yeah so ups and downs?"
"You can guess what will happen later."
"Don’t go on. What happened later?"
He Lianheng actually followed his meaning to the way: "When the Lord of the North Hall leads the army back, there are three people left in the North Hall; Borrowed my Hector even forces Beitang Zuo Qiu fisticuffs. For example, I have never heard that Rockwell fled and Zuo Qiu was killed by Beitang. The owner of Beitang also died in the battlefield … The natural imperial spring was owned by me. "
"You rule the rules ….." ZongJin could not help but sigh.
"Not really." He Lianheng didn’t think there was any light explanation for this. "Grandpa agreed to help North Tang’s family had this calculation."
Helian’s taking the imperial spring can be said to be easy; Zong Jin remembered how hard he had worked to disintegrate the three encirclement and suppression campaigns when he was Wei Chilan. He was so sad that he was "enviable".
"envy what?"
"Thirty-five cities with white jade springs."
"You don’t want to know that Beitang is listed in my place," He Lianheng said. "The three people who split up in Beitang didn’t want to get involved in clan disputes, so they took my grandfather’s pension and left seven years ago. Beitang came to me with this token, so I took him. You don’t have to worry about it if Hector Lianbeitang’s clan is long gone."
"… so that’s it"
Zong Jin chewed the story for a moment.
The man seems to be interested. I want him to say a few more words like "Zong Jin"
"Huh?"
"You said that your sweetheart has been married" He Lianheng said "What about now?"
"Now what? Is there anyone in my heart who cares about you?" Zong Jin casually said, "Can you still help me get a wife?"
"That depends on who it is," said the man, looking away.
"Oh, then I want to marry Xiang. She happens to be your daughter. Get married on the day? "
"I think you should like men." He Lianyi pointed out, "Otherwise, you wouldn’t be a boy."
If others come to Zongjin, they will make a cheeky joke; But these words came out of He Lianheng’s mouth and made his ears red. One by one, those deadly pictures were poured into his brain.
"… Oh, the North Hall," Zong Jin said hastily. "Is the North Hall OK?"
"… he is not a lover"
"Then who do you think is a lover, and that’s your lover?"
Answer ZongJin is a strangely silent.
He couldn’t help looking at He Lianheng, and he saw that the man’s eyelids were drooping as if his thoughts were full of sadness.
-From the moment he saw He Lianheng, everything He Lianheng had to hide seemed to be the dead man.
It’s not ironic to think of it. In that sentence, He Lianheng has a deep affection for him, but outside the words, He Lianheng is really affectionate, but not to him, but to another person.
Zong Jin felt that his chest was unbearable, so he said again, "Don’t say that you love you, and don’t worry about me. I’m not interested in love."
"Really not?"
"no"
"What if I?"
"Huh?"
The man said, "If I want you to be my pillow, should you not?"
At this moment, it seems that something suddenly gripped Zong Jinxin, and he even caught his breath and stuck it in his chest. He looked on coldly as if his soul was out of body experience, and another one was talking to He Lianheng.
And the other one asked for no reason, "What about your sweetheart?"
"I’m not telling you," the man said. "I’ll keep a corner for him forever."
Zong Jin’s soul suddenly returned to its place. He suddenly shouted, "Stop the car!"
The coachman outside somehow really stopped. Zong Jin immediately got up and pulled back the curtain and rushed back to He Lianheng Road. "You should be buried early and meet your lover!"
When he finished, he jumped out of the car and walked quickly towards the way he had come.
[I have something to say about Zong Jin, I am jealous of myself]
Chapter seventy standings to go
Zong Jin never felt that people were so difficult to understand.
And this incomprehensible person is not others but himself.
He marched like a racer, and the crowd didn’t look back; But the wheels ring and the bells ring, and he will still hear them if he doesn’t want to hear them.
He and He Lianheng somehow seemed to be going their separate ways and never met again.
He is not in the mood to wander around the street again; So he hung his head and walked in the direction of even the government, no matter whether he knew the way or not, he always went to the place he wanted to go in that direction … This is another thing that Helianheng said.
Zongjin shook his head and walked on.
He’s been sitting in the car for so long that he’s already out of the eye of the main city of Yizhou, and then he has to go back to Helianfu on foot, let alone walk for an hour, but Zongjin didn’t want to rent a carriage nearby or buy a pony to ride back, so he just kept walking, feeling his chest tightness and thinking about himself so badly.
However, the problem was so difficult that he thought hard and didn’t get any results. When he finally got tired, he looked up and saw that it was already gloomy, as if there was a heavy rain.
A sigh of "alas" came out of his mouth.
Zong Jinyang looked left and right to identify the direction; It’s a coincidence that he hasn’t seen any street stalls around here. There are strange houses everywhere. Except for the occasional four-sided flag hanging in several places, nothing is familiar to him. Zong Jin’s mouth twitched and took a few more steps along the fork in the road and finally confirmed that he was lost.