Ling Jiantong may not have much experience in grilling fish, but when it comes to roasting pigeons, Ling Jiantong's experience is great.

In this effort, Ling Jiantong had already strung the fat pigeon with red stripes on the branches and placed it above the fire, listening to the crackling sound, the fat pigeon fat direct flow oil, it seems that this pigeon feast is a blessing.

After the matter was dealt with at the pharmacy, Fukang hurried back to the verandah where he had been separated before, but he couldn't find Ling Jiantong's figure, although the town was not big, there were many taboo places that could not be entered, Fukang was afraid that Ling Jiantong would not know, and he would break in by mistake, so he hurriedly looked around.

Finally, by the fire under the tree, Fukang found Ling Jiantong, who was gobbling up.

"Miss Ling, you ......" Fukang looked at the pigeon feathers all over the ground, and some of the bloody gallbladders were discarded, full of doubts.

When Ling Jiantong saw that Fu Bo was back, he wiped the oil stains on his mouth with his sleeve, and said happily: "Fu Bo, I caught a pigeon when I had nothing to do, not to mention that it is quite fragrant, I still have a little left, can you taste some?" ”

"Pigeons?" When Fukang heard this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, the reason why the pharmacy made a fuss just now was because the eldest young master's pigeon was missing, and he didn't find it after looking for a long time, could it be ......

Fukang's face was very ugly, his eyes hurriedly searched for the feathers all over the ground, and sure enough, he saw a red ribbon, which was tied to the leg of the pigeon by the eldest young master.

That......

Ling Jiantong didn't know how much trouble he had caused, and while chewing the delicious pigeon meat, he was curious: "Fu Bo, why is your face so ugly, is something happening?" ”

Fukang looked anxious, his hands froze in mid-air, how to say this.

"Miss Ling, are you ...... You're in trouble. ”

"Huh?" Ling Jiantong was stunned, looking at Fu Bo not like a joke, she glanced at the pigeon in her hand, and wondered: "Isn't the Zhenguo Mansion allowed to eat pigeon meat?" ”

The guards guarding the prison gate recognized the war horse meteor that claimed to be the number one in the Tianyuan Kingdom from a distance, and the owner riding on it had a gloomy face.

The guards lowered their heads, and they didn't dare to exhale, for fear of angering this general Zhaoyi, Situ Qianchen, who had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time and was decisive.

He turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the prison.

He wants to see a man, no, it should be more precise, this man wants to see him.

With white hair hanging down and red clothes, she has long since lost her charming demeanor, and without the moisture of blood soup, she has already recovered to her old appearance in her twilight years.

The cell boss opened the lock very neatly, Situ Qianchen glanced at the red face who refused to even lift his head, pondered for a moment, and stepped in.

"You're here after all." Her voice was hoarse, and now her whole body was suspended in the air by iron cables, and her body was so delicate that she looked like a puppet that could die at any moment.

The smell of the prison was very strong, Situ Qianchen turned sideways, and didn't even bother to look at her: "What is the matter with you?" ”

Under the silver thread, Hongyan's head was raised slightly, revealing a slightly abrupt eye, staring at the indifferent man in front of him: "At the beginning, I made a bet with myself, guessing that you would be interested, but I didn't expect that you would come before a stick of incense." ”

Situ Qianchen lowered his gaze slightly, with an unpredictable look on his face: "So, do you mean it or not?" ”

Hongyan suddenly laughed, and his voice was extremely terrifying: "Say, of course, that Mu Luo hurt me so deeply, of course I have to say, even if I die, it depends on his ruined reputation, and he can't die well." ”

"I am not interested in the personal feud between you and him, and I do not want to hear about it."

"Situ Qianchen, in fact, it's not that you don't know how to choose, you're just unwilling, you obviously have a heavy army, why do you have to succumb to others one day, not to mention, whether it is Mu Luo or Mu Zhen, in my opinion, they are as much as one ten-thousandth of yours."

Hongyan lives in the Netherworld Valley, but he didn't expect to know so much about the political situation outside.

"Our Situ family is only loyal to the current emperor."

"What a loyal Situ family, but this old emperor's life is short, if General Zhaoyi wants to keep the Situ family from being swallowed up in the undercurrent of the court, the only way to do it now is to join forces with the Fengguo General's Mansion, as long as there are soldiers in hand, those civil and military officials will not dare to do anything to you."

Situ Qianchen's eyes were deep, as if he was in a bottomless pool: "You tell me this, but you just want to borrow my hand to bring down the crown prince, so that you and the Netherworld Valley can take revenge?" ”

"Yes, it's not a pity for me to die, but if I die, I will drag Muluo to hell together." Hongyan's eyes suddenly widened, and they were eerie and terrifying.

Situ Qianchen's expression was calm, and he was not moved at all: "I already knew what you said, and I have no interest in bringing down the prince." ”

After that, he turned around and was about to leave, but Hongyan suddenly sneered: "In the early years, I kidnapped the daughter of General Fengguo, and I wanted to suck her blood, but she was so cute, and the red cinnabar mole behind the ear was very beautiful, so I let her go, but I didn't expect that after so many years, I would still be able to see her." ”

Situ Qianchen's footsteps paused: "What did you say?" Have you seen the daughter of General Bongkook? ”

Hongyan showed an excited expression on his face: "How is it?" So, can you and I cooperate? ”

If there is the daughter of General Fengguo, then this matter is a different matter.

Situ Qianchen turned around, his eyes were refocused on Hongyan's body, but before he could speak, suddenly, a cold light flashed from outside the door, and a piece of red instantly stained the messy cell, Hongyan's eyes suddenly abrupt, and he didn't lift it in one breath, and his whole body was as stiff as wood.

"Red face." Situ Qianchen made an urgent call, but found that the life of the person in front of him had already returned to the west.

Who dared to kill in front of him Situ Qianchen?!

With a glimpse of the light, the figure of the man quietly walked out of the darkness, and stood in front of Situ Qianchen unabashedly, the corners of his mouth raised a smug look, and his face was full of domineering: "The legendary valley lord of Netherworld Valley who kills people without blinking is nothing more than that, do you think there is any peerless magic skill?" It turned out to be just a mortal flesh fetus. ”

The anger in Situ Qianchen's eyes was not calm, but if it was an ordinary person, it would be fine, but what appeared in front of him was the prince who was above ten thousand people under one person, Mu Luo.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, how did you deign to come to such a place?"

"General Zhaoyi said this, I arrested this person, why can you come and take a look, can't this prince?" Mu Luo's skill in hiding the knife in his smile became more and more powerful.

Situ Qianchen's eyes were cold, without the slightest timidity: "What the prince said is extremely true, but even if this person is arrested by the prince, he has no right to be in prison and kill him casually, right?" ”

Mu Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, raised his chin slightly, and was full of disdain: "I am the crown prince, why don't I even have the right to kill a death row prisoner now?" How do I remember that General Zhao Yi doesn't seem to have the authority to be in charge of the prison, right? ”

The two men looked at each other, and neither of them let anyone in their eyes, and the atmosphere of slaughter seemed to be about to erupt.

Mu Luo relied on his identity as the crown prince in the court, crushing everything, and no one took it seriously.

And Situ Qianchen has been galloping on the battlefield for many years, and there are not tens of thousands of dead souls under the knife, his cold eyes are like a knife at the moment, and no one can disobey him.

The sword light and sword shadow in the dark are far more exciting than in reality.

"If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has nothing else to do, I will retire."

"General Zhaoyi, don't blame me for not reminding you, being deaf and dumb is far longer than those normal people, and if you follow the right master in time, the Situ family can always be safe and prosperous."

Situ Qianchen's figure gradually faded away, but Mu Luo's words echoed in the dark prison for a long time, like the ghost of a dead soul who died unjustly in prison.

The sun at noon was dazzling, and at this moment, Ling Jiantong was standing in the sun, drooping his head, looking very spiritless, and his hanging hands were twisted in the silk handkerchief, as if he was about to break it in the next moment.

Alas, who told her to be greedy, what to eat is not good, but she ate Situ Qiannan's favorite pet, the fat pigeon.

Ling Jiantong sighed lightly, and secretly looked at the back that was a little rickety, obviously in the prime of life, and obviously he was also the general Zhaoyong of the imperial court, but how could there be such a big gap between the real person and the imagination?

With a pale face, a washed and worn gown, and a thin body, how do you look at this, how does it look like a male version of Lin Daiyu?

At this moment, he had his back to Ling Jiantong, so Ling Jiantong couldn't see his expression clearly at all, but from the way he bent down and carefully picked up the feathers all over the ground, Ling Jiantong immediately realized the sadness of Daiyu's funeral flowers.

This seems to be a bit awkward.

Situ Qiannan didn't say a word since she came, just squatted down and mourned the remains of the fat pigeon she had eaten—fragments of saliva-stained bones.

Ling Jiantong was really scared, and when he would cry sadly, it would be difficult for Situ Qianchen to come back.

"Brother Qiannan, this matter is my fault, I shouldn't have eaten your beloved pigeon greedily, you must not sulk, you want to beat or scold, even if you greet me, I will never fight back and fight back."

Situ Qiannan pointed his fingers, and with Fukang's support, he slowly got up, and finally faced Ling Jiantong head-on.

When you first meet, what do you say?

Although this Situ Qiannan is a sick man, but a brother is a brother, and the heroism between the eyebrows is still somewhat similar to Situ Qianchen, however, Situ Qianchen looks more cold and arrogant, not easy to contact, he is a little better, the softness in his eyes is a little kind.