After returning to Shizi's Mansion, Gu Nian took Qiu Tong and Danli to take the kitten to take a bath with great interest, and even the spicy crab that Yu Zeyan ordered the small kitchen to make was eaten.

Yu Zeyan sat in the pavilion, approved a thin cloak, and sat opposite Shen Huan to eat spicy crab.

The little guy sent the liquor, and Shen Huan was about to refuse, but was accepted by Yu Zeyan.

"Your Highness, still drinking?" Shen Huan asked softly.

"It's okay, don't worry." He can't eat spicy, not spicy at all, he can only use water to samulate the small crab, and it tastes tasteless in his mouth.

"Do you know the beard that you just played tricks on the street?" Yu Zeyan asked Shen Huan.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't easily say that something was wrong.

"It's a little familiar, when I went back to drive, let the command Chang Ji keep an eye on it." Shen Huan replied softly, he also felt that something was wrong.

On the way back to the night market just after delivering crab roe, Shen Huan also saw the tricky beard.

He also quietly watched on the roof near the square for a long time, or if he saw the son below holding the cardboard box, it was estimated that he would be able to look at it for a while.

Yu Zeyan took a sip of wine and hissed, his throat hurting hotly.

"Gu Nian said that the person's surname is Yuan." Yu Zeyan suddenly froze, and the expression on his face became a little strange.

"Surname Yuan? That Yuan security guard? Shen Huan was surprised at the same time, he didn't see it at all, "But that beard is too different from Yuan Baoan." ”

"Disguise?"

Yu Zeyan dragged his cheeks, leaned over, and suddenly thought of something.

"! That Chang Ji can't keep up! Shen Huan burst into a foul mouth, put down the wine cup and flew away.

"Tsk..."

Yu Zeyan sighed and drank to himself.

The moonlight was like silver, and his wide placket was full of stars. Dressed in white, he was half-leaning in the middle of the pavilion boredly.

His gaze was misty, as if he was casually looking at something.

With a fresh breeze blowing, the woods outside the pavilion rustled, and the girl who passed through the forest path held a black cat tightly in her arms.

The black cat's turquoise eyes were shining brightly under the night sky.

The bright moon is in the sky, the breeze is the companion, the girl and the cat, like an ink painting with a light stroke, except for the turquoise eyes that are a little out of place.

Yu Zeyan looked at the visitor with a slight smile, and said with interest: "You did it as a matter." ”

"Or else? This is my son. Gu Nian's sideburns were slightly wet, and it seemed that a drop of sweat was especially hanging on his forehead.

"I'll tell you that when you come into my house, you will knock on the door, I'm afraid my son will sneak out. If I don't pay attention to sneaking out, where can I find such a big yard? Gu Nian said seriously, and the little black cat in his arms was seriously licking his hair.

Yu Zeyan nodded, and his words were irrelevant: "The book I gave you will be read carefully tonight." ”

Gu Nian let out an "oh", and then floated away without looking back.

Yu Zeyan looked at her back as she turned to leave, and whispered thoughtfully:

"Then I'm going to get down to business......"

……

In the dungeon of the Punishment Division, located at the lowest end of the Imperial City, it is now night.

But the night here is not too peaceful, and even some... Noisy.

The mournful wails continued to emanate from the underground, completely muffled by the nocturnal roars of the beasts of the mountains.

Eerie, dark, lonely, and most importantly, the fear that can break through people's psychological defenses in minutes.

Mixed with sourness, decay, erosion, the dark and empty space is full of oppression.

Life and death are not a big deal inside, and it is basically impossible to get out alive if you can enter the dungeon of the Punishment Division.

There is no door, and there is no plaque marked with the name of the place, only two large iron gates five feet high, which are one meter thick.

Every time the iron door was opened, there was a "crunch" that swirled through the corridor leading to the depths of the dungeon.

The guards outside the brass wall were a little tired, and they all gathered around the brazier and dozed off.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the leaves had not yet fallen, but a black shadow flashed quickly.

The two officers and soldiers outside the door immediately came to their senses.

The black shadow stopped in front of the iron gate, and neatly took out a jade pendant from his bosom, which emitted a faint blue light in the dim night.

The officers and soldiers glanced at the visitor suspiciously, and then picked up the jade pendant, only to see a flame engraved on it.

The two officers and soldiers glanced at each other, confirmed it again, and then knelt on their knees, "Please." ”

The person who came was dressed in a dark night suit, with a slender and vigorous body, covering his mouth and nose with a gauze mask, and he couldn't see who it was.

He made a silent gesture and walked briskly through the door.

"Crunch—"

The iron door was pushed open, and the sound lingered through the porch leading to the bottom.

He covered his mouth and nose in disgust, it was just a simple entrance, and before he reached the place where there was a cell, he could vaguely ask about the fishy stench that was about to move in the dark.

"You come with me." He casually pointed to an officer and ordered.

The officers and soldiers bowed slightly, and then followed his pace.

Walking down quickly, there were faint candles on both sides of the passage, and he still walked cautiously, for fear of stepping on something.

The ground was filled with damp mud from hundreds of years of eerie humidity, slimy and slimy, making him jump to his feet.

He was agile and extremely brisk, as if he would defile his body if he stepped on it for a second.

A gust of wind blew while walking quickly, and the shadow of the candle flame on the ground flickered.

The further down you go, the more humid the air becomes, and you can't see any natural light coming in at all.

Narrow iron doors gradually appeared on both sides, and some voices sighed weakly, and some voices continued to wail.

Suddenly, there was a "thump", a pale and thin hand stretched out, the nails were black and long, and the skin was extremely rough. Half of the sleeve was stuck to the arm, torn and dirty.

"Help me—" a hoarse voice sounded.

"Fuck me, scare me." The man in black cursed, he dodged quickly, and because of his rapid speed, he was too close to the wall of the cell, but he didn't expect the person here to be able to stretch out his hand.

With this hoarse pleading, countless mournful wails sounded intermittently.

"Help me... I was wronged..."

The wails kept ringing out, and he was dizzy.

He picked up his speed until he reached a fork in the depths of the dungeon, when he stopped.

One road to the left and one road to the right.

In the depths of this dungeon are prisoners of the imperial court.

Criminals who were extremely vicious and brutal, or officials who had been in high positions but committed great crimes, were imprisoned here.

Without hesitation, he ran to the right.

The air is the most humid in the deepest part of the earth, and from time to time there are squeaky rats scurrying around on the ground.

He walked straight to the penultimate door.

Looking through the narrow door, I saw a man lying in a cell in a leisurely and comfortable manner.

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