On the carriage, Ye Yanyao looked at the file in his arms and said casually, "You really asked the emperor for an edict?" "Not really." An Ling replied completely unconcernedly.

"What?" Ye Yanyao excitedly grabbed An Lingdu's hand. "Do you know you're preaching a false decree? This is a capital offense! An Lingju looked at her, then at the hand she was clasping, feeling her nervousness, and the haze in her heart was swept away.

"When did I make a false decree?" An Ling asked rhetorically. "Didn't you just tell Master Zhang?" "What did I say?" Ye Yanyao looked at An Ling's unhurried appearance and was anxious, and gave him a blank look. You say, "Do you want this prince to tell you that this is the emperor's message?" "That's what I said." "No matter how carefully you taste it, I have never said that it is the emperor's dictation, and I am not to blame for his own misunderstanding."

Ye Yanyao reacted, and it really meant that. "An Lingju, you are so black-bellied." This is what Ye Yanyao summed up. "Thanks for the compliment." An Lingju also thanked her. Ye Yanyao reacted and shook off his hand, but he was still worried about her for a long time just now. An Lingju looked at the hand that was thrown away, and laughed dumbly.

Morgue door..................

It's not winter yet, but the temperature is very low to preserve the corpse. An Lingju and his party stood at the door of the morgue, and Ye Yanyao couldn't help but shudder. "Yanyan, if you're afraid, don't go in, let Luo Bing stay with you in the carriage and wait for us to come out." "No, I'm not afraid, it's just a little cold." An Ling nodded and gave Luo Bing a look, and Luo Bing walked to the carriage knowingly.

Luo Bing, who came back, had two more cloaks in his hand and handed them to An Lingdu. Ye Yanyao smiled and took one from An Lingju's hand and put it on. The cloak that was originally An Lingjie was naturally a little big, covering up Ye Yanyao's already petite body. An Lingju smiled and watched Ye Yanyao put it on.

An Lingjue is not allowed to use internal force because of the Gu poison in his body, so in the winter when everyone else uses internal force to keep warm, An Lingdu wears a particularly thick one, explaining that this kind of dress makes An Lingduel more elegant.

"Is it still cold?" Ye Yanyao shook her head. "Then let's go." An Lingjie stretched out his hand, Ye Yanyao looked at him, handed his little hand to his palm, and felt the temperature of An Lingdu's palm, Ye Yanyao's unpeaceful heart just now calmed down.

In fact, Ye Yanya shouldn't be afraid of this kind of scene, after all, he is a lieutenant in the army, and this kind of scene has long been strange. But there is a sense of peace of mind around a loved one.

The two were led to the morgue of Dali Siqing, Ye Yanyao glanced at An Lingju, and reached out to lift the white cloth covering Dali Siqing's face, but he stopped him. Ye Yanyao looked at him and smiled, indicating that it was okay. Picked up the corpse pole and picked up the white cloth on the corpse's face. Ye Yanyao saw the corpse of Dali Siqing, even if she had seen any corpse that died tragically, it was not as tragic as this corpse.

The limbs that were cut off, the face that was unrecognizable, the ears that were cut off, the eyes that were gouged out, the middle finger that was cut off, the intestines that hung outside the stomach.................. This scene is no different from Hua Shuiyue being frightened at that time. The only difference is that Ye Yanyao was not scared to faint like Hua Shuiyue.

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Hardcore, hardcore!