Rumors and suspicions are rife. No one knows which one is true and which one is false.

Inside the Prime Minister's Mansion. The elderly prime minister had not closed his eyes for three days, and he sat alone in his study, persistently writing those letters asking for help, hoping to rescue his daughter through his own strength. If you can't see the emperor, you can't ask the Son of Heaven to call the shots.

The only one is his old friend.

However, if it is the prison of the King of Xiliang, even if they have the courage to do so, these people will not dare to offend the King of Xiliang to wade into this troubled water. So, the results can be imagined.

In the drowsy time and space, Mo Shihuan no longer knew how many days he had been here. She fell asleep with her arms folded, and a chill hit her body.

Even in such a tired situation, Mo Shihuan still tried to maintain the last trace of clarity, trying to wait for someone's rescue, leaving the last bit of hope and stubbornly waiting.

Finally, in the dark cell, footsteps sounded again.

Mo Shihuan opened his eyes with difficulty, and his empty eyes were filled with expectation and excitement.

A torch illuminated the front, and a person's face slowly appeared in front of Mo Shihuan's eyes-

The firelight flickered, and Mo Shihuan's eyes widened.

The night was destined to be peaceful.

There was a sudden fire in Kyoto, and the place where the fire broke out was the prison.

The jailers hurriedly put out the fire, screaming and shouting, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

A carriage sped up, and from it jumped a richly dressed man, one of whom looked a little plain and seemed to be a guard.

The two of them looked at the monstrous flames, and their faces were confused.

The cell boss saw the man among them, and when he saw him, he hurriedly kowtowed: "The little slave see the king of Xiliang."

"How did this fire start? Is it artificial? Zhuo Chen lowered his head and asked, his eyes were cold and gloomy.

The jailer shook his head and explained that it had happened so suddenly, that it was too late to put out the fire, and that there was no time to find out the cause of the fire.

"Your Highness, the fire in the prison is too big to enter." The Eagle stepped down from behind, his face stained with smoky scorch.

It turned out that he was looking for Mo Shihuan.

The jailer hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Lord Wang, Miss Mo doesn't seem to be in prison, just now the little firefighter once wanted to go in to check if there was anyone, and found that the place where Miss Mo was held was empty, so she should have been rescued."

Hearing this, Zhuo Chen's expression was gloomy, and he asked the jailer who robbed Mo Shihuan, of course the jailer couldn't answer, but he told Zhuo Chen that someone had visited Mo Shihuan before, and what happened after that.

And these two people are Xu Ying and Wu Wang.

The names of the two of them fell into Zhuo Chen's ears, Zhuo Chen's sword eyebrows suddenly jumped, his pupils shrank, and his uncontrollable anger surged in his chest.

They have always wanted to seize the handle to find trouble, and now they finally got the opportunity and didn't know what bad countermeasures they used against Mo Shihuan, thinking that Mo Shihuan would definitely be bullied, Zhuo Chen couldn't wait to immediately rush into Wu Wang's Mansion and stab these two dog men and women to death with a sword.

After closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, this anger was suppressed, and he said to the cell boss: "I know, you are busy with you."

The cell boss Nono answered, and retreated.

Zhuo Chen didn't stay any longer and rode away in silence, and the flying eagle looked at Zhuo Chen worriedly beside him, for fear that he wouldn't be able to control it and go to King Wu to settle accounts, and when he saw this, he hurriedly chased after him.

The person who held Mo Shihuan hostage was Zi Yunlan, and Mo Shihuan wondered that this Zi Gongzi was enough to linger.

"Let go of me!" Mo Shihuan shook her body vigorously, but Zi Yunlan clicked her numb, and her body couldn't lift any strength at all.

Zi Yunlan still smiled lightly, and said with a smile: "Miss Mo, don't struggle, you know it's useless."

"You mean!" Mo Shihuan was angry.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a despicable day anyway. But you, the daughter of a prime minister, disregard your image every day, how much headache should your father have for you?" Zi Yunlan was a direct scoundrel, and of course his tone almost choked Mo Shihuan to death.

Knowing that he wasn't so shameless on the first day, but being so direct and shameless is really annoying, okay?!

If he had a sharp tooth, Mo Shihuan felt that it would be light to bite him to death.

While being angry, she couldn't help but wonder what Zhuo Chen's reaction would be if he found out that he was not in prison? Thinking about it, Mo Shihuan heard Zi Yunlan's father again, remembering that he hadn't played a game of chess with the prime minister's father for a long time, and couldn't help but be distracted for a while after thinking about it.

Zi Yunlan felt Mo Shihuan's quietness, secretly relieved, and the speed under his feet continued to speed up and flew forward.

The fire in the dungeon was finally extinguished. The ground is full of charcoal, shocking. Hearing the news, the prime minister hurried over, gasped when he saw such a scene, and hurriedly grabbed a small pawn to inquire about the situation.

When the jailer saw that it was the prime minister, he didn't dare to hide what 1510 said clearly, and the prime minister only felt that the thunderbolt hit him on a sunny day, and his mind was in chaos.

At this time, King Wu happened to come to see the excitement. As soon as he saw the prime minister, he hurriedly came up and helped him and said: "Prime minister, don't worry, Miss Mo has her own natural appearance, since no bones have been found, it means that she is still alive."

The prime minister couldn't help but cry, but Wu Wangzai still held back: "Although the little girl has a stubborn temperament, she is not bad-hearted. But landing like this, how can I, as his father, not feel distressed! ”

"Hey! Who's to say it's not! King Wu also sighed, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and he pretended to say: "This king has a relationship with Miss Mo, and he still knows a little about her character." It's just that Zhuo Chen...... Who told Miss Mo to fall for his trick for a while, and it ended up like this, sadly. ”

"Zhuo Chen, what's wrong with him, prince?" Cheng asked instead.

This is said like playing the pipa and half-covering his face, of course the prime minister will be suspicious and ask. Just fell into the arms of King Wu, King Wu immediately made it clear that Zhuo Chen beat Mo Shihuan into the prison in order to protect his upright and decent image.

The more the prime minister listened, the greener his face became, and finally he was so angry that he patted his thigh with his hand and said hatefully: "I treat Zhuo Chen like a kiss, and the little girl is even more sincere, this Zhuo Chen, this Zhuo Chen ......"

The words are already angry. Throw up your sleeves and leave without saying hello.

Seeing the prime minister's resolute departure, King Wu understood that the prime minister had believed it, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, his eyes as bright as a fox.

The effect has reached his expectations, and now Zhuo Chen depends on how you wash this dirty water.

The more King Wu thought about it, the happier he became, and he almost laughed out loud. But thinking of everyone's eyes, he tried to endure it. Shaking his hand, he returned home triumphantly.

It's just that he didn't know that all this also made Ruan Anqing, who came in a hurry in the corner, hear it clearly, and when they left, Ruan Anqing's beautiful face flashed a complicated look, and muttered: "It seems that the rest of the Wu clan people must be summoned immediately......"