After Duan Qifeng entered the palace, Yan Shuangfei stayed on the bed to rest, and he didn't even eat lunch. It wasn't until late in the evening that a rapid knock sounded on the door, which dragged Yan Shuangfei back to reality in his hazy sleep.

"Seventy-seven, seven-seven, open the door!" The sound of blowing paintings sounded outside the door, Yan Shuangfei reacted at this time, in order to avoid being disturbed, she locked the door, and people outside naturally couldn't come in.

Yan Shuangfei got up and got dressed, his body was still a little sore, but fortunately, after a day of rest, he didn't have a hard time walking.

The door was gently opened, and the appearance of frowning and pouting lips reflected Yan Shuangfei's slightly hazy eyes.

"What's the matter, Painting?" Yan Shuangfei rubbed his eyes involuntarily, only to find that there was a person dressed as a prison guard behind him, but his face was very unfamiliar.

The action of blowing the painting was one step faster than thinking, holding Yan Shuangfei's hand tightly in the palm of his hand, and shouted urgently: "Qiqi, he said that there are 100,000 urgent things to see you, yes, yes ......"

Before he finished speaking, the expression of the painting became sad, lowered his eyes, and did not say any more.

An extremely ominous premonition spread in Yan Shuangfei's heart, and she nodded at the blowing painting, her gaze fixed on the prison guard again.

The guard trembled his hands and handed a letter in his hand to Yan Shuangfei, not daring to look at it with his eyes, I don't know if it was because of nervousness or because of some other reason.

"Yun, Mrs. Yunqi, this is the ...... that the second prince gave you a humble position"

Yan Shuangfei was puzzled, took the letter, and hurriedly opened it, in black and white, but it was the first time that she felt so shocked.

The lines of handwriting are clear and handsome, jumping in front of her eyes, but they are tapping her heart word by word.

As his gaze kept moving, Yan Shuangfei's breathing became heavier and heavier, but his heartbeat became faster and faster. The extremely complicated feelings in her heart made her mind feel cloudy and hot, and she longed to jump into the ocean at this moment and let herself be quiet for a while.

"This, when did he give it to you?" Yan Shuangfeizai read every word carefully, but the letter in her hand was crumpled by her at the moment of reading. She gritted her teeth, and finally squeezed out such words.

The prison guard replied in a low voice: "The letter was written by the second prince this morning, and after the transfer of the lowly duties, he brought it out, and he did not dare to delay in the slightest." ”

"I'm sorry for you." Yan Shuangfei swallowed his saliva and thanked him in a deep voice.

The guard hurriedly shook his head and involuntarily met Yan Shuangfei's gaze. "Madame is serious, the second prince is kind to his humble position, and he should repay his humble position."

Yan Shuangfei was touched by the guard's reddened eyes, and there seemed to be faint tears left on his face, Xu had just cried.

"Second prince, how is it now?" Although he was afraid to hear his answer, Yan Shuangfei couldn't help but ask.

The guard's nose was sore, and he almost burst into tears.

"Madam, humble, humble, please, go to the heavenly prison to meet the second prince...... I'm afraid that if you go late, you won't be able to see you......" The guard suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and his words were very excited, and he burst into tears.

The crumpled letter was tightly held in Yan Shuangfei's hand, and she increased her strength, wanting to vent the complex emotions in her heart, but found that it seemed to be to no avail.

"Qiqi ......" also had red eyes, and his hands hugged Yan Shuangfei's clenched fists.

Yan Shuangfei glanced at the painting, and then looked at the prison guard kneeling on the ground. It seems that in the day when she rested peacefully, too many extremely unquiet things happened.

Duan Qifeng knew, blow the painting knew, and even the prison guards knew.

Only her, I don't know. Luckily, they told her.

"Take me to the prison."

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This is Yan Shuangfei's third visit to the prison, the first two times are to visit Liang Xuan, and this time is to visit Liang Ye.

It's really ironic that the prison they built by the royal family turned out to be locked up by the royal family's own people. For the sake of power and status, even their own siblings can be framed and killed, such a royal family can only be said to be "gold and jade, and defeat in it".

With the help of the prison guards, Yan Shuangfei finally entered the prison smoothly. Liang Ye was locked in the innermost cell, which happened to be the place where Liang Xuan stayed last time, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or someone did it on purpose.

Yan Shuangfei came to visit Liang Xuan last time and felt that he had suffered too much in the prison, but when he saw Liang Ye's appearance today, he knew what "torture" was.

Looking at the man in front of him with a disheveled hair and a mess, Yan Shuangfei really couldn't connect him with the handsome and handsome boy in Piaoxiang Mansion that day. Liang Ye seemed to be sleeping, lying quietly on the weeds, his bare arms covered with scars, dark red scars, and blood stains that had not yet dried up. Looking closely, his fingers seemed to be unable to be brought together, red and black, and Yan Shuangfei couldn't imagine what kind of torture he had suffered.

"Liang Ye, you get up for me." Yan Shuangfei walked into the cell, knelt down beside him, and gently pushed the man who was sleeping deeply.

Liang Ye's body moved slightly, his eyes opened with great difficulty, and when Yan Shuangfei's blurred outline gradually came into his eyes, Liang Ye suddenly woke up.

"Seventy-seven......" he opened his mouth to call softly, but stopped abruptly.

Yan Shuangfei smiled dumbly, pursed his lips helplessly, and pretended to be relaxed: "Then I'll pretend that I haven't heard anything." ”

As soon as Liang Ye heard Yan Shuangfei's words, he realized that Yan Shuangfei already knew everything, so he had to shake his head and laugh self-deprecatingly: "You still came......"

"Of course I'm coming, I still have a lot of things to ask you, how could I not come." Yan Shuangfei answered seriously, but his eyes unconsciously moved away from Liang Ye's face. The scars and embarrassment on that face made her unbearable to look at.

Liang Ye smiled bitterly and was silent. Why did she bother to ask about those things. Wouldn't it be nice to just let it go and forget each other.

"Liang Ye, you explain to me what this letter means!" Yan Shuangfei raised the crumpled letter in his hand and shouted. "What do you mean by 'now that you have no use value, and I am also in prison and have no power to fight back, I have nothing to do with it in the future, and I hope to do it myself'?"

Liang Ye was speechless, this is what he wrote to her, that is, he hopes that she will stop persistently asking about what happened, and just treat everything as simple as she saw - he just used her, nothing else, and let her and Cui Minghui go, also to not owe each other.

He just didn't want her to get to the bottom of it, why was she still so persistent?

"When did you regain your memory?" Seeing that Liang Ye was silent, Yan Shuangfei stopped selling Guan Zi and asked the question she wanted to ask the most.

Liang Ye's brows furrowed, and his cracked lips opened slightly, but he didn't make any sound.