Last time, it was because he misjudged the authenticity of the drawings that the prince almost died in prison, and now when he saw the new topographical map of the palace again, Shi Jian only felt his heart beating, like a midnight dream.

"As far as you know, apart from the prison of the imprisoned slave and the prison of the dead slave, does Qin Huai have any other prison for criminals?" Mo Cang asked without a trace.

Once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years, and the fatal problem was once again in front of him, which couldn't help but make his heartstrings tense to the extreme. Shi Jian hesitated for a long time, and spit back: "Hey, hey, forgive the slave for being stupid, the minion"

Seeing that he had a face buried and didn't dare to face anything, Mo Cang frowned and asked slowly, "I don't know?" Still don't dare to say? ”

"Oops"

"At the critical moment, you stuttered." As if he was impatient, Mo Cang picked up the tea cup in his hand, put it to his mouth, and was about to drink it, but he couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at him: "Sometimes, Bengong is quite suspicious, whether you really stutter or pretend to stutter." ”

Hearing the prince's sudden suspicion, Shi Jian immediately opened his two glass-like eyes, and dared to explain again and again: "The slave has been stuttering since he was a child, really" Unexpectedly, this excitement, the symptoms of stuttering became more and more serious, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

If a person has learned how to disguise himself since he was a child and lives with a mask, then this person must be a hundred times or even a thousand times stronger than ordinary people. Because, sometimes, it is much harder to learn how to protect yourself than to learn to protect others.

The ripples in the cup dissipated faintly, and a pair of contemplative eyes slowly surfaced, and Mo Cang closed his eyes without a trace, left behind many thoughts, and drank the tea cup in his hand.

"Regarding the authenticity of the drawings, the minions really dare not say anything." Shi Jian said in a low voice.

"Hongu didn't ask you about the authenticity of the drawings." Mo Cang put down the teacup without a trace, and said seriously: "You raise your head and take a good look at this picture, think about it for the palace, where is the person the palace is looking for likely to be locked up?" ”

Sensing that the prince did not intend to pursue the fault, Shi Jian raised his head and asked cautiously: "Hey, hey, the slave dares to ask, what is the identity of this person?" ”

"Identity is extremely important."

The clues provided by the prince are equivalent to no clues, and Shi Jian can only helplessly say: "Hey, hey, then this person must be locked up in the prison of a dead slave."

"Impossible. There is no record of her in prison. After his identity was revealed in the prison of the dead slaves, he secretly asked Zhao Qiu to transfer the files of the dead slaves, and checked the names of the dead slaves in the prison twice, but no trace of that person was found.

Hearing what the prince said, Shi Jian only felt that the whole thing seemed to be like a dead knot, as if he couldn't untie it, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and without saying a word, he took out the lens from his arms and studied the case carefully. After several times according to the map, I peeled off the cocoon all the way, and finally had some clues.

On the drawing, the city wall near the Qinhuai River is getting bigger and bigger in the lens, and he took the wolf hair on the case and circled some details extremely carefully.

Seeing that he began to put away the lens, Mo Cangwu was a little curious, presumably there must be a clue, so he asked, "What did you find?" ”

"Hey, if the drawing drawn by His Highness is true, then the prison that His Highness is looking for may be traced back to more than a hundred years ago." Shi Jian pondered and replied.

"What do you mean by that?"

"This can be regarded as the most strange thing in Qin Huai since ancient times! On the bank of the Qinhuai River, that is, near the current city wall, there is a dungeon that has been abandoned for more than 100 years, which was built by the royal family, just because there have been many murders there, and the people of Qinhuai are all haunted there. There are even rumors that everyone who goes there has to die! ”

Mo Cang lay on the desk without a trace, supported his forehead and listened expressionlessly, only after Shi Jian finished telling it clearly, he straightened up, and said a little sleepy: "This palace has never believed in any ghosts and gods, if you tell this story, don't say it is a woman, it is estimated that the children who have not dried up will not believe it." ”

"Hey, hey, I've heard that the people of the Mocang Wind Country believe in gods and regard the gods as the supreme faith, how can Your Highness "The prince's reaction made Shi Jian a little suspicious.

Mo Cang raised his eyes, frowned, and said casually: "Bengong has been regarded as the son of the gods by the world since he was born, so do you say, does Bengong believe in God or believe in himself?" ”

was speechless for a moment by the prince's question, Shi Jian didn't know how to speak, and the atmosphere was suddenly pulled to a cold silence by a shallow smile on the corner of the prince's mouth.

Putting away his smile, Mo Cang Wuxian deliberately coughed lightly twice: "Let you study the drawings, how did you pull out some irrelevant things?" ”

Seeing that he was a little unconvinced, he continued: "I have heard that Li Sang's first-class engineer is a skilled craftsman, and he is also unique in this terrain structure. ”

sighed, and said, "It seems that this rumor is just a rumor after all." ”

was ridiculed by the prince, Shi Jian was even more unconvinced, but he could only pretend to be respectful and said in a low voice: "When the slave saw this city wall, he remembered the folk rumor, so he took this abandoned dungeon as an example." The master is indeed a generation of skilled craftsmen, and his disciples will naturally not be sent to say it, His Highness may not believe it, this dungeon, the slave once accompanied the master on a journey, and on the way, he also discovered many secrets"

Shi Jian was talking boastfully, Mo Cang covered his lips without a trace, looking at the location on the drawing that was said to have a dungeon, his expression became more and more sleepy, and he sighed: Qin Huai is so big, where is she?

In desperation, the minion ventured to turn the tiger's head mechanism, and with a 'snap', the arrow broke! Exceptional"

Hearing the sound of drums, the civil and military attaches entered the court one after another.

Before the time, the day falls.

After having a luncheon with the Mocang monarch, Mocang went out of the palace without a trace, and found the back of Shi Jian waiting, and was about to call him, he happened to turn around, and when he saw himself, his face was full of solemnity.

"Your Highness, someone just sent a letter from Fengchen Mansion, the letter said that Cangwolf and others broke into Fengchen Mansion, destroyed the mourning hall, and split the coffin, and now Fengchen Mansion has made the Fengchen Mansion restless!"

"Who's the messenger?" Mo Cang grabbed Shi Jiao's hand violently, and asked with a frown.

"It's a servant girl called a warbler." Shi Jian replied eagerly.

Hearing the familiar name, the truth was like a boulder falling on his heart lake in an instant, and his chest tightened for a moment, and he throbbed with his breathing. "Prepare a sedan car! Go to the Wind and Dust Mansion! ”

The four words "Fengchen Mansion", the pen walks the dragon and snake, and comes into view, several degrees of rain, snow, wind and frost, they seem to have never changed.

At this time, the gate of the mansion was ajar, and even the guards were gone.

Mo Cang's traceless and upright figure slowly walked up the steps outside the mansion, stood silently for a moment, and walked into the mansion door as quickly as if he had made up his mind.

A huge coffin lay across the middle of the courtyard.

The white flags were so clean that they were a little dazzling, some hung diagonally on the treetops, swayed by the wind, some hung down under the eaves and swayed to the ground, and some lay quietly on the ground, dragged from the steps at the entrance of the temple to the side of the coffin. Others were clutched by a corpse lying on the ground, a small man, dressed in mourning clothes, who had been stabbed in the chest, and the blood that flowed stained the white flag red.

The white flags hanging diagonally from the treetops finally lost their center of gravity and were blown by the wind, filling the sky. His wide-opened pupils suddenly turned white, and with a flick of his fingers, his eyes followed the white banner to the coffin, and several subordinates were kneeling in front of the coffin and swallowing.

Yingying hid in the corner, her hands tightly covered her mouth, looking at the whole courtyard stupidly, with blurred tears in her eyes, watching the figure of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gradually approaching, she sobbed and sat softly on the ground, tears came out of her eyes again.

Shi Jian followed, approached the coffin and covered his mouth and nose, glanced in through the gap, and his eyes quickly moved away, and finally fell on the subordinates.

"Why do the people of Changwangfu dare to be so presumptuous?" He grabbed a random subordinate and asked.

"The people of Changwangfu said that the celebration ceremony is coming, and no funeral is allowed in the city, saying that it is unlucky. My son-in-law insisted on doing it, and they relied on the fact that there were many people."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but itch his teeth, it is true that the dignified regent throne is high and powerful, but since when will he even have to take care of the funeral? This is clearly a play on the topic!

A fire burned in Shi Jiao's heart. Holding back his anger, he followed the pace of the prince and went straight into the palace.

Mo Cang swept his eyes without a trace, the whole hall was empty, he quickened his steps, walked to the door on the left, walked through the corridor, looked back several times, and saw not half a figure in the corridor.

Just as he was about to look elsewhere, he suddenly found a shaking back behind a pillar. With a softening in his heart, he waved his hand and dismissed Shi Jiao. Walked over slowly.

"Why are you letting the wolves destroy this place?"

The trembling suddenly stopped, and just as he was about to approach, a hoarse voice suddenly appeared, like the wind rolling the yellow sand.

"Get out. You're not welcome here, get out of here! ”

He put down his steps and said coldly: "Ashin is my personal guard, and I have the right to run for his funeral." ”

"People are already dead, what's the use of running to mourn?" He sneered: "Heh! If you really have the heart, go to accompany him on the Huangquan Road! ”

couldn't bear his blasphemy, he immediately reprimanded: "Shut up! ”

Hearing his angry tone, he burst out laughing, and the louder he laughed.

Sections of white flags, in the wind, rise and fall.

"Dustless, you and I listen well! From today on, fix your crown, tie your jade belt, and stick to your wat board every day on time to appear among the civil and military officials! If you dare to break for a day, the palace will personally take a knife, rip off a piece of meat from your body, and order someone to send it to your mansion. ”

His face was as cold as snow, his eyes were refined, and he looked at his back with a trembling smile, and threatened, and his lips were bitten by him.

"Why! Why should this king listen to you? ”

"Just because this palace is the prince! What this palace owes you, I will pay you back little by little in the future! ”

He shouted hoarsely at him, and a few words suddenly fell in his heart: It's up to you, dare to accept it!

The moment the footsteps rose again, his broken heart was already in turmoil, and he knew that he had never let him see what he was like now, even if his footsteps were getting smaller and smaller, he couldn't convince himself to look back at his back when he left.

Standing at the end of the corridor, he exhaled a heavy breath, and he knew that he had never dared to come closer, to get close to him, to confront him. Looking back, the back that kept shaking behind the pillar became more and more blurred.

The python robe swung sharply, and he suddenly walked out of the main hall, only to see the stone foot coming towards him.

"Your Highness Qiqi, according to the report from the guard, Cangwolf and the others have not gone far for the time being, and they have arrived at Jiujingkou at this time!"

"Chase with Hongu!"