[In the late autumn of the 23rd year of Yongxi, it rained for three whole months, as if it wanted to wash away the blood from the roots of the imperial city]
Three years ago on the Lantern Festival, Ruan Sinan held a rabbit lantern and stood under the fireworks on Zhuque Street and smiled at me. His eyes were filled with light that was brighter than the stars. At that time, he was the youngest doctor in Taixue.
Later, he always liked to run to my camp where I was the commander of the imperial army, bringing warm pastries and blaming me for "injuring myself again."
The incident started with a forged secret letter of collaboration with the enemy, signed by Ruan Sinan. When I was carried to the Jinluan Hall, I saw him wearing prison uniform and being pushed to the ground. His bun was messy and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he still raised his head and shouted to me, "Lin Chenqing! I don't have it!"
But I am the commander of the imperial army and I am His Majesty's sword. If Your Majesty says "cut", I cannot say "no".
That night, I stood under the palace wall all night, listening to the faint sound of whips coming from the direction of Tianlao. It felt like a piece of my heart had been gouged out...
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