A few monks were shocked, and then they raised their heads and saw that there were only a dozen people coming. Although there are more people than himself, if you fight hard, you won't be caught. Looking at the clothes of the people, the ragged clothes are the refugees in the temple that they are familiar with. The one holding the girl should be their leader. is different from everyone else, with brocade clothes and jade belts, a white face, and delicate facial features that are a little deformed because of extreme anger, and it can be vaguely seen that it is His Royal Highness the Prince who came to repay his vows a few days ago.

Seeing that everyone was murderous, the monks didn't care about the host's advice, they must keep it secret, and roared one after another: "Your Highness, we are doing things for the prince." ”

Zhu Yousong hugged the girl and sat on the edge of the bed. Sneered: "Oh? Then tell me, who asked you to do it, and who knows? ”

When the monks heard that they had a chance to save their lives, they all defended themselves and gossiped. After crying bitterly, the girl, who had long been exhausted and tortured all night, fell asleep in Zhu Yousong's arms, Zhu Yousong gently hugged her, for fear of being woken up by the evil monks, and scolded in a low voice: "Shut up." Zhu Yousong pointed to the fat monk who first said King Fu, "You say, start from the beginning." ”

The monk knew that his only way to survive at the moment was to be connected with King Fu, and the little prince would take care of his father and let his party go. He shook it out one by one, not daring to have any reservations.

"The little ones were originally the broken children of the capital, and they couldn't get along in the capital, just because they had been friends with Cao Kun, and they heard that he was extremely decent in Luoyang with King Fu, so they discussed joining him. Originally, he only messed around in the palace and had nothing to do, but later the prince built Ying'en Temple, and Cao Kun became the host. He also brought us all out of the palace, saying that there was a confidential matter to be done for the prince. Speaking of this, the monk looked up at the young man brought by Zhu Yousong, after all, this matter is about the face of the palace, and the monk did not dare to say it directly in front of so many people.

Zhu Yousong had already told these people the truth, so he was naturally not afraid. "Go on." ”

"Cao Kun told us that the prince has a habit of disliking women, he loves eight or nine-year-old girls, and he has to enter a young girl every month. Every once in a while, we went down the mountain to explore the fate, and they saw that we were Buddhist disciples and were not guarded. The brothers glimpsed a girl with a water spirit and marked his door. Wu Chengfeng, who has a royal mansion, used the energy of the palace to ruin the family, and we took the opportunity to come to the door, saying that it was thinking of the love of fate and helping them protect their daughter, and the family was naturally grateful. We brought people to this Ying'en Temple and trained them well. Wu Chengfeng estimated that the time was about the same, and he would go to the temple to pick up people. ”

Zhu Yousong secretly thought: No wonder King Fu has so many wives and concubines, only one son of his own, it turns out that this pervert loves this way. Every time Wu Chengfeng saw his low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, he was very obedient, but he didn't expect to be so vicious behind his back.

"Have you ever killed a girl by mistake?"

"No, no, these girls are all going to be sacrificed to the prince, how dare we hurt their lives."

The fat monk said this in a hurry and quickly, a trace of desolation flashed in his eyes, and Zhu Yousong, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was in full view.

"Zhang Yuanhua, this monk deceived me, I think he wanted to frame my father and rob me, and he pulled me out and buried him."

The black and thin man promised to make a move, and the fat monk hurriedly begged for mercy: "The son of the world spares his life, the little monk didn't tell half a lie." ”

"I'll ask you one last time, have you ever tortured a girl to death?"

"There's... Yes, they are all buried in the back mountain. They all presided over the temple and they did it, how dare the villains. And even if they survive to the palace, listening to Wu Chengfeng, few of them will survive. ”

"Does everyone in this temple know?"

"The little monks such as the water carrying monks, the guest monks, and the sweeping monks don't know, only the presiding monk and a few of us know."

Zhu Yousong thought that King Fu's fat body of more than 300 catties ravaged eight or nine-year-old girls, and he hated him so much that he grinded his teeth and frowned. The fat monk had to go on, Zhu Yousong couldn't listen anymore, hugged the girl he saved in his arms, walked out of the road, and Shen Muhong hurriedly followed.

Zhang Yuanhua, a thin black man, paused and asked, "Shizi, what should I do with these monks?" ”

The monks hurriedly begged for mercy, some kowtowed and begged for mercy, some urinated incontinence, these people harmed people, like little ghosts under the nine shadows, and they knew that they were afraid when they died.

"What are you doing with this wolf-hearted thing?" After speaking, Zhu Yousong walked out of the Yongdao. There were a few screams behind him, and it was particularly miserable in the cold night.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Zhu Yousong looked at the people who came back from their errands, and swept over everyone's faces with the light of the torches. These people are all refugees, but their reactions are very different. Some people kill people for the first time or see killing for the first time, and they are in a trance, and some people have yellow faces and trembling bodies. The Zhang Yuanhua who was impressed, his expression did not change, Zhu Yousong secretly remembered in his heart, this Zhang Yuanhua, I am afraid that it is not simple. After appeasing everyone to go back to their residence, Zhu Yousong hugged the girl to find the carriage that was left here last time, and last time he and Zhang Hao temporarily decided to return to the house on foot, and the carriage was still in the temple. After saying goodbye to Shen Muhong, Zhu Yousong put the girl in the car and drove back to the palace by himself.

The carriage exclusive to the prince is extremely comfortable, and the girl is extremely sleepy, and she has not woken up after a bump all the way, and when she arrived at the palace, Zhu Yousong tiptoed into his bedroom without waking up the maid. Put the sleeping girl on her bed. Zhu Yousong, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, fell into deep thought.

Saving people today is simple, and after this simple event, a series of follow-ups will lead to the real difficulties.

Ying'en Temple turned out to be such a place, so it can't be seen as an ordinary temple. If it is an ordinary temple, he occupies it, and King Fu may praise himself, this Ying'en Temple is a place for him to find incense and visit the young, how can this 300-pound perverted fat man be willing to be good at resting. and his old friend Cao Kun, what to do. What he is relying on now is only the identity of the prince of Fuwang, and without the protection of this identity, in this dark and cold Luoyang City, I am afraid that he is no different from those refugees.

In the past half a month, I have been living in a rich and gentle township, and only then did I get a glimpse of this dark corner of the Ming Dynasty, which is a veritable cannibalistic society. If you are ruthless and enjoy wealth and prosperity, relying on the advantage of the prophetic wisdom of the traverser, you may not be able to be rich and noble for a lifetime, but you can't get over it on your conscience. Thinking of the corpses of the girls in the mountains behind Ying'en Temple, and the families who were wiped out behind them, Zhu Yousong couldn't persuade himself to ignore them.

The 300-pound Fu King, who has never met once, makes Zhu Yousong feel depressed, the power is still in his own hands, and he can't rely on others! Zhu Yousong stood up and walked to the wall, the wall hung the sword given by Emperor Shenzong back then, holding the sword in his hand, extremely light, drawing the sword out of the sheath, as if there was a dragon's groan.

In the coldest winter in the history of Luoyang City, the king of brocade clothes, holding a sword, did not sleep all night...