Chapter 13 13. Suffocation

One hundred and fifty-three days after Xianyi Nunnery opened its doors to welcome guests, Han Yu saw Xuanji for the first time in the dungeon of Dali Temple in Chang'an City. Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi asked him to try the case in charge of Xuanji. There are indications that Xuanji strangled Princess Zhuangyang to death with a cloak, either by mistake or on purpose.In any case, Princess Zhuangyang was the favorite daughter of Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi.When Li Zhifeng fell ill, only Princess Zhuangyang's nonsense could relieve him.If Princess Zhuangyang wants Li Zhi's penis, Li Zhi will also consider whether to cut it off and wrap it up for her.

When Han Yu stepped into the dungeon, he remembered for no reason that on his thirtieth birthday, he burned all manuscripts and poems from the previous twenty years.There are thin muscles and tendons in the yellow rice paper thrown into the charcoal basin. When the fire touches it, it quickly curls up, gradually turns black, then turns white after a while, and slowly turns into ashes. I don't know what kind of days I have lived, what kind of sentences I have written. Han Yu didn't look directly at Xuanji, and said, "Before the formal trial of the case, the emperor asked me to come and talk with you alone."

"Princess Zhuangyang died by herself. She died happily. Before she died, she finally got what she wanted." Xuanji stood in the cell with handcuffs and shackles, and the sunlight entered the cell from the cell window. Xuanji's face was still pink White as usual.Han Yu stood outside the cell, clutching the cloak that strangled Princess Zhuangyang in his hand, with two guards on one left and one on the right. Han Yu has seen this drape before, and the soft and warm feeling reminds him of the first time he touched it.The first time Han Yu saw this cloak was ten years ago. It was a sapphire brocade with small flowers, a row of cross flowers, a row of octagonal flowers, another row of cross flowers, and another row of octagonal flowers , to the touch, smoother than the skin of a sixteen-year-old girl.At that time, Han Yu hadn’t burned his manuscripts and poems before he was thirty, and he clearly remembered these four lines of poems embroidered on the silk:

"Thousands of maple leaves multiply ten thousand branches, The river bridge shades the evening sails. Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, Day and night flow eastward without a break." Han Yu regained his composure and said, "A happy death is also death, and it is also the loss of human life, not to mention the life of Princess Zhuangyang. You put the silk around Princess Zhuangyang's neck, and you tightened it piece by piece. Yes, your maids Luyao and Hongtuan are witnesses." Xuanji said: "The last tightness, the tightness that killed her, was strangled by Princess Zhuangyang herself. The previous ones were games, with skills, and no one would die. I have seen both the green waist and the red group more than ten times. ."

Han Yu said: "I don't believe you, even if I believe you, how can I make other people believe you?" Xuanji said: "When did you trust me? Do you remember ten years ago? Do you remember this cloak? You saw what I wrote on the cloak 'Yi Jun's heart is like the water of the West River, day and night flow eastward without a break'" , you didn’t drink much, you didn’t get drunk, you bought me out of Meng Chunlou. I said, okay, I’ll be your concubine for the rest of my life, take care of your emotions, let you fuck, whatever you want to catch and fuck. You read "Xiang Yu When you read Bawang Farewell to Yuji in Ben Ji, you said what kind of departure, you just catch me and fuck me, I will still be there after the fuck, and I will not leave. I put my hair up, and if you peek, I will cut my hair I'm ready to tell you to come and fuck, put your cock in from behind me, I'm supporting the dresser with one hand and the mirror with the other. I'm trying on new clothes, if your eyes are straight, I'll dance for you in the new clothes After dancing, just wear new clothes, just sweat, let you penetrate, cum on my clothes, and then I will change into a new set of clothes. Okay, in the next life, I will be your sheets and watch you fuck other people, Watching your dick rise, shoot, and hang down, I will wrap my body around you and let you hang down quietly. In the next life, I will be your wine glass, and when you break me after drinking, just one, just Broken, there is no past life and present life. When I told you this, did you think I was writing poetry? I also told you that I was in Mengchunlou for three years, and I was still a daughter. Did you believe it? "

Han Yu waved his hands to make the two guards disappear as soon as possible, and when he left, he took all the keys, the keys of the Xuanji handcuffs, the keys of the shackles, and the keys of the cell, so that others could rest assured.The sound of the jailer's footsteps and the clink of the keys on his waist disappeared completely, leaving only Han Yu and Xuanji. Han Yu looked at the drape in his hand, and vaguely smelled the mysterious and distant bodily fluids submerged on it.When it was fresh, Han Yu smelled like the best wine from the Western Regions. After keeping it for so long, it felt a little bit like musk and a little bit like ambergris, but it didn’t feel like it, but a little bit like fishy wine. Wet ocean at low tide.When Xuanji sent the cloak to Han Yu, he had a conversation with Han Yu.Xuanji said, I have been in Mengchunlou for three years and have not sold myself.Han Yu said, feel dirty?Xuanji said, make an agreement with my mother, if I don’t want to sell it, I won’t sell it, she won’t force me, the customer will force me, I will solve it myself.Before you, I didn't meet anyone who wanted to sell.Han Yu said, how could the body bear the sound of cunt and meowing all the time in the yard?Xuanji said, I usually don’t think too much about it, but reciting your articles and poems makes my mind much calmer.If I really want to, I use tools to refresh myself.Han Yu said, what tool?Xuanji said, fingers, and the cloak I just gave you, I twisted it into a strand, put it between the two labia, rubbed back and forth, rubbed the clitoris in the front, and rubbed the perineum in the back.

Han Yu said to Xuanji in front of him: "In the past, I tried my best. I will try my best this time, and try to keep you from dying, or die happily. Let me ask you again, did you miss it?" Xuanji said: "I made a mistake, not that I strangled Princess Zhuangyang to death, but that I didn't stop her." Han Yu said, "I don't believe it. Princess Zhuangyang has no reason to die." Xuanji said: "Does death still need a reason? Did you have a reason when you were born? You still don't believe me. When I left Mengchunlou, I told you that I can control my breathing, heartbeat and even the hardness of my skin. When I get hard, my pussy can break the erect penis of a barbarian. In the three years in Mengchunlou, I was forced to fuck my client no less than 30 times, but if anyone wants to fuck me, I will die, and I will die. Death is for me. It's no different from drinking a glass of wine and washing your face. Actually, I have always hated my parents. Why did I have me? Once I was carried into a coffin, and then you came over, and then I saw you, and then I woke up Yeah, I think, you're the one who can fuck me, want me, love me and ravage me. Married to me, didn't you feel my pussy was tight the first time you fucked me? Didn't you keep screaming for pain? ?Didn’t you have many small wounds on the skin of your penis? Isn’t the head of your penis stained with blood? Didn’t I suck it for you and then swallowed it together? Didn’t you say that the corners of my mouth have always had Bloody smell? Have you forgotten?"

Han Yu said, "No, I remember. But I still don't believe that Princess Zhuangyang killed herself." Xuanji said: "Okay, let me help you believe it. You wrap the shawl around your neck and make a loose button. If you remember back then, you should remember this shawl. You wrote the four lines of poetry , I embroidered it, the smell on it is the smell of my own touch for many years, and the dark red spots on it are the blood from my labia and the corners of my mouth after you fucked me that night." Han Yu read the twenty-eight characters one by one, noticed the old dark red spots on the cloak, and subconsciously put the cloak around his neck.

Xuanji said, "Take it easy, what do you see?" Han Yu said, "The light from the oil lamp is a bit red." Xuanji said, "Tighten up a little more, it's okay, what did you see?" Han Yu said: "I saw that you used a thick silk thread to help me wear the two white jade gangmao and Yanmao of the Han Dynasty, so that I can tie them around my waist, with a knot in the middle, so that the two pieces Jade will not come across. I will teach you to read the characters on Gangmao and Yanmao. I will read, and you will read after me. Righteousness is upright, Gu is both square. The red epidemic just broke out, I dare not be it', "The first month is just at the center of Mao, zero and four directions. Red, green, white and yellow, the four colors are right. The emperor ordered Zhurong to teach Kuilong. Shu 蠖I'm just scared, don't dare to be me'."

Xuanji said, "No matter how tight you are." Han Yu gradually couldn't hear Xuanji's voice, he pulled away the crowd watching in Mengchunyuan, and saw Xuanji lying in the coffin with a blue face, he looks so pretty, he thought to himself, then Xuanji opened his eyes and yelled, Said, you beast, why did you come here. Han Yu saw Xuanji get off the sedan chair and walked into his house. He saw his parents' faces were dark blue, the surrounding walls were all reflected dark blue, and the sky was also reflected dark blue. It happened to be spring, and the peach blossoms were so red. dark purple.

Han Yu heard his parents' continuous complaints and threats, and then heard Xuanji calling briskly under the window of his study, Han Yu, I'm leaving, I can't stay here any longer, I won't make things difficult for you, you can't choose your parents, you You can choose not to have me.You can't choose not to want me, I know, if I choose to leave, you don't have to force yourself.I've given you everything I can, you can't forget mine, that part is my best, just be well. Another voice from Xuanji came from a distance: "Take it easy, Han Yu, let go, or something will happen." Then the voice became very soft again. Han Yu saw that his heart tightened, he dropped the book in his hand, packed a small bundle, some clothes, some books, an inkstone, a writing brush and a cloak, and ran out of the house with Xuanji, but no one heard him.Sedans, carriages, camels, yellow sand, huddled willow trees, barbarians in Tang costumes, headdresses, round collars, six-slit boots, silk fish around their waists, Han people in Dashi costumes, brocade gowns with small sleeves and flowers, clothes Just above the knees.Han Yu and Xuanji lived in a city called Dunhuang for five years and gave birth to a son and a daughter. The son was named Han Gang, and the daughter was named Han Yan. Han Yu thinks of his parents, they should be old, and thinks of Chang'an, where wild geese fly across the eight rivers that surround the city.Camels, carriages, sedan chairs, Chang'an's house.Han Yu asked Xuanji not to move in the sedan chair, and he went back to check the route, hoping that his parents had forgotten their dissatisfaction and intolerance towards Xuanji. Han Yu saw that everything in the house was the same as when he left, and the light in his study was still on.Han Yu saw someone reading in the study room, except for missing the cloak and the few books he took away five years ago, everything was the same, even the person who read the book looked like him, except that he had a sickly and kind face. Sadness, without a little yellow sand on the face. No matter how hard Han Yu struggled, he couldn't move away. He slowly watched him and the scholar gradually become one. In this slowness, Han Yu recalled the first night between him and Xuanji, he was lying in Xuanji's body, the first time he had that kind of ejaculation.For the first time since that squirt, he felt that death was a very good thing, even if it wasn't dead, it was easy to think about it.Xuanji's mouth was filled with Xuanji's virgin blood and Han Yu's semen on Han Yu's penis, Xuanji remained motionless, looking up at Han Yu with wide eyes, patiently waiting for his penis to erect again in the blood and semen in her mouth, Then she sucked him again, wrapping her tongue around his cock, loosening it, tightening it, and loosening it again.After the second squirt, Hyuki spat out his cock and swallowed his own virgin blood along with his cum. Han Yu tied the cloak around Xuanji's neck from behind, and let Xuanji kneel down with his legs supported by his hands, with his buttocks raised.Han Yu inserted it from behind, and he saw Xuanji's cloud bun, with black hair like a flower, like mist, like a night like clouds, with Han Yu's pumping, the dark clouds on the bun were undulating, his head was lowered, and the petals were scattered.Han Yu took Xuanji's hair and cloak from behind, pumped her, and raised her head high, like a horse, Han Yu led her, rode her, hurt her, and suffocated her. A thousand pumps, "Kill me!" Xuanji shouted.With Han Yu's last choke, Xuanji struggled naked and turned his head. What Han Yu saw was his hideous face, which was sickly and distressed.This time, it was not Han Yu who walked towards him, but he who walked towards Han Yu. Han Yu's strength had already been exerted, like an arrow whizzing out, and there was no chance to turn back.No matter how hard Han Yu struggled, he couldn't move. He slowly watched him and the sad scholar gradually become one. Han Yu clearly saw his own death and the mystery of the locked and standing man in the opposite cell shouting for him not to tighten the cloak again.