Nangong Yong rushed into Dali Temple with several imperial doctors to treat the unconscious Zhao Zibi, who was anxious and worried.

In stark contrast to him, it was naturally Nangong Shuo, Nangong Shuo saw that Mo Qiu was dead, and Zhao Zibi was stabbed by Mo Qiu's hidden weapon yesterday and fell unconscious, he was really excited.

It's just that in front of Nangong Yong, he can't show too much joy.

Mo Qiu attacked Dali Temple at night last night, because he was not familiar with the terrain of Dali Temple, he strayed into the road where Zhao Zibi was imprisoned, and he wanted to solve Zhao Zibi by the way, so he took out a hidden weapon and flew over, but he didn't expect that Zhao Zibi's life should not be extinguished, and now there is still a breath hanging, but the person has fainted, and he doesn't know when to wake up.

Nangong Yong was worried, without Zhao Zibi to advise behind his back, he was like a headless fly for a while, although he was calmer than Nangong Shuo, but he was also accustomed to obeying Zhao Zibi since he was a child, and as soon as Zhao Zibi fell, it seemed to break one of his arms.

At this moment, Zhao Zibi's life is more important than the rules, Nangong Yong really can't bear Zhao Zibi sleeping in the prison, for fear of being in danger again, so he directly let people carry him back to Yongwang's mansion.

Helplessly, Zhao Zibi's breath was too weak, and although his life was saved, when people woke up, they could only resign themselves to fate, and the imperial doctor was already out of line.

Nangong Shuo was naturally in a good mood, strode into the Dali Temple Heavenly Prison Well, looked at Yan Qingyu who was sitting on the ground with a smug face, and said with a smile: "It's really heaven to help this king, not only Mo Qiu is dead, no one has the ability to save you out of Dali Temple, and Zhao Zibi's old treacherous and cunning guy is even more unconscious now, I didn't expect to capture Mo Qiu, and kill two birds with one stone, God treats this king really well." ”

Yan Qingyu frowned slightly, his heart was so painful that he was suffocated, the sound of killing in the prison of Dali Temple last night lasted for a long, long time, and he had already guessed it at that time.

The only thing he is worried about now is An Wanqing and Ji Jian, who don't know the news.

"Yan Qingyu, you must not have thought that feng shui takes turns, and this king also has a day when he is high, right?" Nangong Shuo looked at him with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Qingyu was silent and closed her eyes slightly.

Nangong Shuo was too excited, and gushed endlessly: "This Nangong Yong and Zhao Zibi don't know what tricks they played, after getting rid of Tian Ying'er, they actually won the favor of their father, and they soared step by step, but people are not as good as heaven, and God is more partial to this king after all." ”

"What do you say? Isn't Snow Guifei drowning? Yan Qingyu opened her eyes and raised her head to look at him.

Nangong Shuo sneered, pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "This Tian Ying'er is from Haijiang, where will she drown?" Nangong Yong and Zhao Zibi once wanted to murder their father, which is simply ridiculous! ”

"What did you say?" Yan Qingyu looked at him dumbfounded.

Nangong Shuo was stunned for a moment, suddenly came back to his senses, and snorted coldly, "This king was happy to say a lot for a while, okay, get back to business, Yan Qingyu, you immediately tell this king where the treasure is hidden?" ”

Yan Qingyu was still immersed in Tian Ying'er's drowning, and she always felt strange in her heart, Nangong Shuo saw him in a daze, kicked him impatiently, and warned sharply: "Yan Qingyu, don't toast and don't eat and drink, you ignore this king like this, do you want to tell Nangong Yong the secret of the treasure?" ”

Yan Qingyu coughed in pain and sneered: "Nangong Shuo, if you ask this governor now, maybe this governor will be happy, and maybe he will tell you a little bit." ”

"You're threatening this king?" Nangong Shuo gritted his teeth angrily, clenched his fists and roared: "Come on, drag this king out to fight!" ”

"Nangong Shuo, you have to think clearly, if you beat Bendu to death, you won't get anything, if you kill Bendu, it's small, if Your Majesty blames it, it's big." Yan Qingyu sneered at the corner of his mouth, looked at him fearlessly, and reminded.

"It's ridiculous that you are still using your father to suppress the king! Do you still think that you are the once majestic Lord Yan? Nangong Shuo sneered.

"Your Majesty can not care about the life and death of Bendu, but he will always care about the secret of the treasure, Your Majesty should not want the secret of the treasure to be buried with the Duke, right?" Yan Qingyu is not salty or light.

"If this king is not for the trust of his father, in order to become the crown prince, where would he listen to your nonsense!"

Nangong Shuo glared at him fiercely, naturally knowing that he couldn't be beaten to death right now, he flicked his sleeves angrily, turned around and walked out of the cell, "This king will let you recuperate for a few days first, and then I will teach you a lesson another day, if you don't tell the secret of the treasure at that time, this king will definitely let you live rather than die!" ”

Yan Qingyu frowned slightly, and the whole person sat on the ground, leaning against the cold stone wall and panting for weakness, sneering at himself.

Nangong Shuo was right, feng shui took turns, he never thought that one day, he would be in the prison, and life was better than death.

And this scene in front of him was being seen by An Wanqing, who was carrying a food box and dressed as a servant.

An Wanqing stood in the corridor of the cell with the food box, and she didn't dare to approach Yan Qingyu's cell until Nangong Shuo left.

After last night's battle, the officers and soldiers of Dali Temple suffered heavy casualties, and there was not enough manpower for a while, so they transferred many officials from the criminal department and various official camps to temporarily fill the vacancy.

Mo Qiu's foolish loyalty, although he did not rescue Yan Qingyu, at least he shot and injured Zhao Zibi, disrupted Nangong Yong's plan, broke one of Nangong Yong's arms, and also let An Wanqing take advantage of the loophole to sneak into Dali Temple, which is not a vain sacrifice.

Seeing the depressed Yan Qingyu, seeing that he was covered in whip marks, his feet were chained, his face was pale and terrifying, and his hair was messy covering half of his face, and the dirty appearance of Lord Yan, who had always loved cleanliness, was heartbreaking at the moment.

An Wanqing couldn't control her emotions, her nose was sour, she had never seen such a helpless Yan Duzhu, even if he was attacked by wolves on the Dead-off Cliff, he had never been so embarrassed and helpless.

An Wanqing was suffocated in distress and moistened her eyes, but she had to work hard to control her emotions and try to calm down.

There was only a plate of simple vegetables and a bowl of rice in the food box, for fear that someone would poison them, and the daily meals were specially checked by special people with silver needles before they were ordered to be sent by the officials.

"Take a bite." An Wanqing squatted down and took out the food from the food box, her voice a little low.

Yan Qingyu, who had a lifeless face, was suddenly stunned, her pupils shimmered, she instinctively turned her head to look at her, her startled phoenix eyes widened, and she instantly came to her senses, and hurriedly climbed over, "Wan ......"

An Wanqing coughed lightly and reminded her.

Yan Qingyu understood, lowered her voice and said urgently: "You are crazy, don't leave the capital soon, how dangerous it is for you to come here!" ”

An Wanqing ignored his anxiety and worry, and whispered while sorting out the food box: "They beat you?" ”

Yan Qingyu was stunned for a moment, Lord Yan, who had always loved face, couldn't raise his head a little and avoided his gaze, "A little injury, this governor is fine, you don't have to worry." ”

"Why did they beat you?" An Wan cleared her worries, and was even more surprised and confused.

According to common sense, no one would torture a dying person for no reason, unless the dying person was still valuable.