When Ling An returned to Qinghe Palace in embarrassment, the little prince had not yet returned. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, he felt a little weird, the palace was quiet, as usual, it would not be long before the little prince would return to the palace, and those who cleaned up should be busy, could it have been cleaned up?

She rubbed her arm that was still aching, and before her hand touched the door, the door opened, and two bright knives were firmly on Ling An's slender neck, without any suspense, if Ling An moved slightly, the sharp blade would not hesitate to cut a few knives.

Ling An's heart fell straight down.

For the prisoners, Ling An had a lot of face this time, but this face was very strange, she was dragged away by the people of the Zongren Mansion in the middle of the night.

Ling An shrunk in the corner of the cell, nesting on the clump of grass, the only medium coat he was wearing was already dirty. This was a separate cell, there was no one in the surrounding cells, Ling An touched his face and saw a gray mouse squeak and jump over. The small window was still letting in some light, but it was still late at night, and now it was dawn.

My throat was a little thirsty, and I swept around, but there was nothing to eat. Ling An moved his somewhat stiff arm, and sighed unconsciously, who did he recruit to provoke which immortal? Zongren's Mansion, which is related to the royal family, always has to bleed, and the situation is not good, but he has no clue. She even wondered if the man she met last night was the prince, but she couldn't figure it out if she wanted to break her head, how could the prince go there to bathe?

The sound of a kala sounded, followed by footsteps. Ling An squinted at the entrance, two guards with knives, dragging a person in their hands, and it seemed that the figure should be a woman. Now she was covered in blood, her middle coat had long been gone, her head hung down weakly, her hair was unkempt in front of her, she was like a dead cat, dragged all the way, leaving traces of blood all the way. The woman was thrown into a cell, and finally lay motionless on the ground, without even making a sound, so you can imagine what kind of treatment she received.

Ling An's hand gripping the straw tightened unconsciously.

"Come out!"

Ling An didn't move, and the guard roared again with anger on his face.

Ling An got up and patted the straw dust on his body, always feeling a sense of powerlessness that was righteous and Ling Ran had a long way ahead.

Ling An knelt there, and sitting on the stage was Prince Qi, the fourth brother of the current saint, nearly fifty people, with a big belly, and his face was full of oil, like a piece of meat embedded in the chair, but his eyes were fierce.

"Do you know the woman?"

He said vaguely, but Ling An knew that he was talking about a woman with blurred flesh and blood.

"I didn't see her face, I don't know who it was."

"It's your Ruxiu who is still in the Gongju, do you recognize it?"

A piece of iron burned red from the brazier next to him, and the guard spat on it, and the sound of sizzling came over. Ling An had to say that if an ordinary palace maid was just a room full of torture instruments, she would be able to scare her guts, but she must know that Da Qi's cell was far more eerie and terrifying than here.

Ling An's heart fell to the ground, and it seemed that the reason was far simpler than she thought. As for the woman, it was Ruxiu, and they were still embroidering together and saying hello before coming to Qinghe Palace......

"Yes."

"Do you remember this sachet?"

He held an aqua blue sachet in his hand, embroidered with Tilian, delicate and graceful. That trick, Ling An has seen.

"Back to the prince, the little one has seen it. The sachet embroidered by Sister Ruxiu for Yun Meiren that day is about like this. ”

"Approximately? Ruxiu is a trick, you have touched this sachet. You tell the truth, if there is a half-truth......"

Recruited? What is Recruited?

Ling An was a little big.

"The little one hasn't touched this sachet. Sister Ruxiu originally handed over this sachet to the little embroidery that day, but the little one still had a lot of work in her hands that day, and she was afraid that she would give it to Sister Ruxiu again if she missed the construction period. If you have touched it, it is only some embroidery threads that you have touched, and as for this sachet, you have not even touched a corner. ”

"Oh? Can anyone testify to you? ”

"The girls who were in the embroidery room that day can testify. Sister Ruxiu did a good job, and she also received a lot of rewards from Yun Meiren because of this sachet, and the adults knew it when they asked. The little ones never dare to hide it. ”

"These are yours?"

A burden was sent to the front, and when it was opened, there were some bottles and cans, and Ling An's mind was a little cloudy, and he actually searched it. These things don't matter, since Peach turned over Ling An's things, Ling An's medicine has been properly disposed of, and he can't find anything after searching.

Ling An flicked the bottles, and after making sure that they hadn't been touched, he said lightly, "These are all conditioning medicines." The small body is afraid of cold, and it is necessary to use some warm medicine to regulate. These medicines have been checked by the grandmothers, and they have also been read by the adults of the Imperial Pharmacy of the Tai Hospital, and there is no problem. ”

King Qi leaned forward, his fingers lightly clasped the tabletop, echoing in this huge interrogation room, his eyes were like ink, and he was chilled to see. A very old father-in-law came out of the door, and said something in the ear of King Qi. King Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Ling An again, waved his hand, and Ling An was taken down.

In the same cell, Ruxiu next door was gone, only the pool of blood stained on the pitch-black ground, mixed with dust. Leaning against the cold and hard wall, Ling An already had some clues, there must be something wrong with Yun Meiren, and the problem was the sachet. I'm afraid someone is trying to murder the child in Yun Meiren's womb, but what is the reason? The old emperor's daughters and sons have a big vote, and they are all adults, and the battle for the throne will never have anything to do with the child in Yun Meiren's belly, but why would he go to return a dispensable child? The one who attaches the most importance to this child is the old emperor, the child is gone, the old emperor will never give up, and the unlucky person is really unlucky.

Ling An lay on the grass and looked at the cobwebs on the top, a moth trapped by spider silk on the web, which became a delicacy to be slaughtered. Closing his eyes, Ling An didn't think about anything other than "borrowing a knife to kill".

Has the crown prince seized the throne to such a point now......

Ling An was released before dawn on the third day, the sky was gray, there was no moon and no sun, it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, the sky and the earth were all thin mist, and through the haze, the tall figure stood there like a towering mountain. He seemed to have spotted someone coming, strode towards Ling An, and when he got closer, he stretched out a hand, his bones were distinct, and his skin was fair. Ling An was a little stunned, but his hand stretched out, and halfway through it was already held in his hand, so powerful and warm, there was a thin callus at the tiger's mouth. Ling An suddenly felt relieved, but his body was soft when he took a step, and his eyes were dark, and he couldn't tell the sun and the moon from black and white.

It's getting squeamish.

The shallow agarwood lingering on the tip of his nose, Ling An unconsciously took a big breath, filling his heart with this fragrance. The putrid smell in the cell is disgusting, so use this incense to bathe your internal organs. Ling An opened his eyes, there was a Su embroidered brocade tent above his head, and a one-color sachet hung on the four corners of the bed.

"Awake?"

Ling An nodded lightly.

"I've never seen you like this, sleeping on the king's bed with a calm face and no fear. He is bold and thick-skinned. He sat there with one hand on his face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "It's good." ”

“……”

"What do you want to say?"

“…… Hungry. ”

I was really hungry, for three days, there was basically no entrance, and my throat was dumb.

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Ling An didn't look away and ignored him—no sympathy.

Ming Ying is a forgiving prince, Ling An is grateful to him, this time he can be released so quickly, there is no pain in flesh and skin, he must have helped. Ling An leaned on the mat and drank slowly from the soup spoon that the little prince stretched out.

"Yun Meiren's child is almost gone."

Ling An paused, then drank the soup. It's almost gone, which means that the child is still there.

"It's the problem with the sachet, which has a few flavors of medicine that shouldn't be there."

Ling An stopped drinking, and asked in a dumb voice, "What is the result?" ”

"That Ruxiu is dead," he wiped the corners of Ling An's lips with a handkerchief, "Yun Meiren promoted Yun Guiren, and then ...... The case is closed. ”

What else don't you understand, it's a headless case. Ruxiu took the crime and murdered Longzi, which is a big crime, and it is probably not only Ruxiu who suffers, but it is not clear which one is specific. The most likely to inherit the throne are none other than those people, but judging from this posture, there is no danger. This trick didn't work.

"Thank you......"

"This king didn't know that you were an inquisitive person! Rare. The king will keep this account book in mind for you, and when the time comes, he will get it back for you with interest. The little prince took the soup bowl, carefully scooped a spoonful of soup and held it to Ling An's mouth, Ling An didn't move, he raised his eyebrows, Ling An obediently opened his mouth, "Let's go with this king, this palace is not a place to raise people." After all, the king can't count the things in the palace, he can save you once, who knows if he can save you the next time. ”

Ling An didn't answer.

"I really don't know what you're nostalgic for." He stared at Ling An suddenly, as if he had suddenly realized, his peach blossom eyes were full of banter, "This king will not force you, if there is a next time, this king will definitely send a roll of good mats to collect the corpse for you, rest assured." The porcelain bowl with a red background was slammed on the table by him, and with a bang, a few drops of soup splashed. Ming Ying swept his clothes and turned around and walked out of the bedroom, Ling An just looked at it so lightly and closed his eyes deeply.

After a while, the bed beside him was slightly concave, and Ling An opened his eyes to see the little prince with an unhappy face, staring at her with a wrinkled brow.

"Aren't you leaving......

The little prince was helpless and gritted his teeth again, and took the soup bowl, "I owe it to you." It doesn't matter who you are obsessed with, come one to die one, come to two to die a pair. This king doesn't believe that he can't compare to others! Dead girl, drink it while it's hot. The imperial doctor has seen it, there is no major problem with your body, you just want to make up for your life, what you want to eat recently, you will be greeted directly, and this king will get it for you. ”

"The kindness of the master is small, and he can't repay it in this life."

"You're good, it's done." The little prince put the soup bowl down, hugged his chest with his hands and looked at it for a while, and if no one was around, he grabbed Ling An's hand and couldn't allow her to pull it out. The little prince's hands are very good-looking, and every nail has been repaired just right and clean. He was very focused, checking each of Ling An's fingers, pinching the tip of Ling An's sharp nails, flicking it lightly, as if he had found fun, and the corners of his mouth bent a beautiful arc slightly.

"Ling An, the eldest lady of the Ling family's dart bureau, the young owner. Before the age of twelve, he relied on his mother for his life, and then was adopted by Old Man Ling and returned home. Last year, he was a dart for Zhou Yuanwai, unfortunately he was robbed, and in order to repay his debts, he entered the palace for the daughter of Zhou Yuanwai, but he accidentally entered the inner house to be a palace maid......" He squeezed Ling An's hand, raised his eyes to look at her, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, "Is it right?" ”

Ling An was about to withdraw his hand, but he grabbed it tightly, "What are you afraid of, since you dare to enter the palace under your name, you should think of such a day when you are exposed." But you're lucky enough to meet this king. Your identity has crossed the clear road here in this king, as long as this king is not investigated, no one in the entire palace will be investigated, and Ling An is your peace of mind. Similarly, this king doesn't want to release people, and others can't help it. He rubbed Ling An's index finger and middle finger, and when he touched it carefully, there was still a thin layer of calluses there, "Ling An, Ling An, you have a pair of jade bones and snow muscles, you can hold a needle and thread, and you can hold a bow and arrow, what else can you do?" ”

“……”

"Ling An, Ling An, what should this king do with you......" The little prince lowered his head, called her name in a low voice, and finally reluctantly let go and tucked the quilt for Ling An, "You are here to rest, this king has brought a lot of things to you when he leaves the palace, you have to get better quickly." ”