The emperor didn't know what kind of demon he had fallen into, so he followed Song Gongzi to the criminal department.

He thought that this person thought of the Queen Mother and the Emperor Taishang, and had a rare feeling of pity for Song Ruan, a weak son.

But who knew that he only walked around the gate of the criminal department a few times, and after he came back, he locked himself in the imperial study for a long time, and no one was allowed to enter.

Seeing that dinner time had passed, there was still no movement in the imperial study.

This is a bad thing for him.

If the emperor is hungry, he can't afford to pay for it!

If he doesn't pass on the food, he will risk his life to go in and persuade him!

Fortunately, this ancestor can now be regarded as a dinner!

Father-in-law Chu was right to be worried.

At this moment, Chu Yan touched his cooing stomach with his hand, and looked around with confused eyes.

He really didn't react.

Fang just tried his best to calm down, and was reviewing the fold, but suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, the fold turned into a blackened straw.

This is like the prison of the Criminal Department that he didn't come in?

Just thinking about it, the jailer came over with a lunch box in his hand: "Song Gongzi, you really don't want to eat?" Although the food in the prison can't be compared with the general's mansion, it can fill your stomach anyway, you can't let yourself be wronged, can you? ”

Song Gongzi, the General's Mansion? Song Soft?

Chu Yan frowned and raised his hand.

These hands are delicate and petite, and they don't even have thin calluses.

His hands are not like this, his is more slender, and there are more thin calluses between his fingers because of the reason for practicing sword writing.

Chu Yan's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes looked at the familiar bamboo-blue thin shirt on his body, pondered for a moment, and said, "I want to see the Shangshu of the Criminal Department." ”

As soon as these words came out, the jailer became embarrassed.

Although Song Ruan is the concubine of the General's Mansion and is favored by the palace, he has no official position in the end...... It's a bit hard.

If he goes to spread the word, although Lord Shangshu will come, he will definitely have to reprimand him.

The jailer pondered and replied, "Song Gongzi, it's so late now, and Master Shangshu is not in the Criminal Department." ”

What he said, Chu Yan didn't have the heart to listen to it at all.

As soon as he finished saying the sentence "I want to see the Shangshu of the Criminal Department", the methods have always been ruthless, and the emperor, who made hundreds of officials frightened, fell into deep suspicion.

However, in just half a day, he first doubted himself, and then became Song Soft mysteriously, and then ......

I found that Song Ruan's voice was wrong!

Song Soft, a girl chirping man, is the same age as him, and he is eighteen this year, to be reasonable, his voice should not be so soft.

His voice is not like that when he speaks to him today, but why is it like that?

Chu Yan frowned and waved his hand: "Go down." ”

The jailer was stunned for a moment, inexplicably cold, hurriedly put the lunch box in, and muttered a few words in his heart while retreating.

Don't look at Song Gongzi who looks like a girl, but this momentum is really not bad.

The prison was quiet.

Chu Yan looked around, and finally stood up in disgust.

It's too dirty in prison.

No matter what he said, he is also a person who has killed the enemy in battle, even if he is still a little panicked in his heart, he can quickly calm down.

National teachers often say that the soul is reincarnated, and although this situation is absurd now, there is only one reason that can explain it.

That is, the souls of him and Song Ruan were exchanged.

He became Song Soft, and Song Soft at this moment is him.

Chu Yan's eyes were heavy.

After a while, he remembered the matter: about Song Ruan's voice.

Seeing that there was no one around, he decisively opened his mouth and raised his throat.

After hanging three or four times, he fell silent, and at the same time lowered his head, raised his hand, and placed it on his chest.

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Ahem, cough, Chu Grinder Jing Yan's next true inner activities:

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