Meng Fusheng's eyebrows frowned slightly, feeling that it was really weird, it was too coincidental that the time of his appearance was too coincidental, the only person who could confirm his identity in one word had just died, and he came back on the grounds of national mourning and sadness, which shows that he has deep feelings for Emperor Jingyuan, the imperial brother.

But if the feelings are really so deep, when Emperor Jingyuan is lingering on the sickbed, when he is looking for famous doctors in the world, why don't you see this prince appear? Was it really just because I hadn't heard about it at the time? But there was such a big commotion, the prince spent countless efforts in order to find a doctor who could cure Emperor Jingyuan's illness, countless gold and silver treasures as rewards, and even some doctors with certain medical skills in Yidan also knew about this and were tempted, and rushed over thousands of miles.

Could it be that the prince lives in the deep mountains and old forests to be so ignorant of the world?

It's really weird, Meng Fusheng has a lot of thoughts.

Meng Fusheng said his doubts and pain to Su Ming.

Su Ming was simple-minded, and most of the time he was in a daze when he went to court, and the lot of words he said to Meng Fusheng just now was already extraordinary, and it was even more unclear when he heard Meng Fusheng say such things.

Fortunately, there was a helper next to him, Lu Yu'an first teased Su Ming's disdain to the previous dynasty, and then explained to Meng Fusheng: "At that time, someone was suspicious, but the prince was really leaky when he spoke, he said that he was playful, walked all the way to see the scenery, and settled in other countries for a period of time last month, and then missed the emperor before he came back, and it took him nearly a month to return to Kunguo, and then he heard about the emperor's death, and he was full of grief, and he didn't even want to rest along the way, so he rushed back non-stop." ”

Lu Yu'an said meaninglessly: "The prince also said how embarrassed he was at that time, which made some ministers who knew the current affairs praise for a while, tsk, think about it at that time, it was really a warm and harmonious scene." ”

For the first time, Lord Lu, who praised himself as a clear breeze and bright moon, had this kind of mocking and contemptuous expression on his face, which showed his disgust for the kind of person who saw the wind and steered the rudder, and the most important thing was that the two people in front of him were his trusted and respected friends, especially Meng Fusheng, who had the grace of knowing him.

Meng Fusheng felt funny, and gently patted Lu Yue'an's not generous shoulder, a little embarrassed, Lu Yue'an is not a rookie who has just entered the court, but he can still maintain this innocent original intention, which is really rare and impressing, and there are some hidden pride, this person was discovered by him, doesn't this mean that he has a good vision?

The three of them chatted passionately over a pot of wine, except for the beginning of the conversation about the prince, there were some unrelated things in the back, Meng Fusheng even shared what he saw and heard along the way and the beautiful scenery before he was recaptured, and Su Ming, who was in the imperial city, was itching in addition to fighting.

Lu Yu'an used to be a young master who liked romance, and he never played less, so he just listened to Lele.

They chatted until the wine was finished and their mouths were dry, and Su Ming and the two left.

The prison with only a dim oil lamp was surprisingly quiet, but Meng Fusheng was still immersed in the joy of Fang Cai, and he didn't feel lonely at all.

After leaning against the corner for a while, he suddenly got up and walked to the door, picked up a few small pebbles from the ground, held them in his palms, and threw them at the jailers who were lazy on the wooden table.

"Ouch."

A chorus of cries of pain came from the mouths of the jailers who had been woken up, and they looked around in frustration.

"Grandma's, which lifeless turtle grandson is plotting against Lao Tzu."

"It's painful grandpa to death, who did it, dare to do it, if you are found by Lao Tzu, you will have to break one of your legs."

A few people cursed in their mouths, but the surroundings were extremely quiet, and only occasionally the sound of "whirring" wind came from the stone staircase, and the back of the head.

They didn't notice Meng Fusheng who was looking at them with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and only looked around vigilantly, it was dim, everything was shrouded in a hazy light, and the shadow was transmitted on the ground, revealing hideousness.

One of the jailers swallowed his saliva, clutched the small bag on the back of his head, took a few steps back vigilantly to approach the other, and stammered, "We, all three of us have been attacked, but there is no one, yes, is there a ghost?" ”

The ghost stories in the prison are comparable to mass graves, because there are many people who die, and those jailers also joke when they are bored.

"What did you say?" One of the strongest jailers slapped the one who had just spoken, and threatened viciously, "Cut off your tongue if you talk nonsense again." ”

But if you look closely, his eyes flicker, and he is shaking his neck with a shrunk neck.

Meng Fusheng sneered.

"Ahh

The sudden laughter was like a talisman, causing the three of them to bounce up in fright, huddled together and huddled in the corner.

"It's me."

Meng Fusheng leaned on an iron rod with his hands around him, and smiled meaningfully, the dim light parted a little bit on his jade-like face, and the crow-like delicate eyelashes reflected a thicker darkness under the dim and dark eyes, and behind him was the boundless darkness, like a devil who came out of the darkness.

But just like, not be.

The three jailers who were so frightened that they knew him, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, and only looked at him with resentment, but they still didn't dare to scold, this person's identity was still well known, although the tiger is now in Pingyang, but how dare the three of them be presumptuous in the eyes of the nobles.

Meng Fusheng fluttered, "Come here." ”

"Hey, hey, hey," the three jailers laughed flatteringly and obscenely, "Master Meng has something to do, just tell the little one." ”

Meng Fusheng hooked the corners of his mouth, "I know who you are, call your master over, and say that I want to confess." ”

The three jailers looked at each other, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes, they were indeed the prince's people, and it was because they saw that the person in front of them was changed here.

The tall jailer nodded hurriedly and said, "Lord Meng, please wait a moment, the little one will go now." ”

After saying that, he blew out like a gust of wind, and the hurried back seemed to have three thousand beauties waiting for him in front of him.

Meng Fusheng chuckled lightly and said self-deprecatingly: "I am going to confess my sins, and I will be the one who will be the one who will be guilty in the future, what else Lord Meng, you are so polite." ”

The remaining two laughed stiffly, and did not dare to say anything.

The jailer who went to pass the word was anxious to fly over directly, although he was tall and big, but he was timid, and he usually had to turn on the lights when he slept, he really didn't want to stay in the gloomy prison for a moment, and now that Meng Fusheng was going to confess, there was no need for the prince to let him stay there.

It's more comfortable to roll in the pile of dead people than in a prison, at least it's bright.

Du Tianyun's eyes were full of disbelief when he heard the news, if he didn't know that his subordinates didn't dare to deceive him, he would think it was someone's prank.