In the Shenghe Temple, the courtyard left with Jiang Huaiyang is half-hidden.

Ruan Yuyi stepped forward with her skirt, and the guards saw that it was her, although they were still looking ahead, as if they couldn't see her, they still stepped out of the way.

But she did not go in at once, but stopped in front of the half-hidden door. In the three-finger-wide door, you can faintly see the Buddha hall, which is dark and dark, because it is blocked, you can't see candlelight and incense.

No matter how much it is, it will be even less visible.

Xu is eyes are empty scenery, and there is no one in the doorway, and her heart is empty.

She suspected that Shizi was still not there, she was afraid that she was just a dispensable role for him, and her actions in the past few days had come to naught. She was afraid that she would be left alone again.

So I didn't dare to go in.

The guard was just on duty today, so I wondered in my heart, His Majesty had clearly explained that this girl was allowed to enter through the main entrance, why didn't she go in directly?

The guard glanced at her, and saw that she leaned over slightly, with green silk and snow skin, and looked carefully inside, clearly not doing anything, which was also a pity for the new life. He couldn't see it, so he said, "Girl, you just go in, Master Wen has been waiting for you inside for half an hour." ”

Ruan Yuyi didn't expect him to talk to herself, smiled restrainedly, bowed slightly, and pushed the door open.

In addition to the Buddha hall, all the scenes inside were also shown to her, the side room that covered the door, the banyan trees with thousands of red silks, the smooth stone tables and chairs, and she felt that her feet had fallen on the real place.

Seeing that it was her, Wen Pheasant greeted her and bowed slightly, "Miss Ruan." The master was busy a few days ago, and he couldn't get free, so please take care of it. In the next few days, the younger ones will still accompany the master. ”

I hope this girl doesn't mind, or come over as usual, more than the master to get along. After all, since she appeared, the symptoms of the master's dreamy dreams have indeed been reduced a lot.

Seeing that the master's body was getting better, and his temperament seemed to be mild, those of them who were subordinates were free from daily fear.

"Where is Mr. Wen?" She said.

He glanced at her quietly, and as expected, he didn't see her gloomy, but showed a shallow smile, and his heart was relieved.

Then he continued, "The master has been busy with the assassin's affairs recently, and it is also the master's order to come over today.

"I'm ashamed to say that when I escorted the assassin before, I told him to run away, although there are many people who have seen the assassin, but the other party is masked, and I have to trouble you to identify one or two to see if you still have some impression of his figure."

Hearing this, Ruan Yuyi immediately recalled that she was so frightened by the situation at that time, she really didn't have much impression. But since it was the prince's request, she still agreed.

So several people went to Jingzhao Mansion together.

Ruan Yuyi lifted her skirt, took a little woody hand, got out of the carriage, and the Jingzhao Mansion was in front of her. The red wall and tiles, the plaque is inscribed with gold characters, there are two stories high, it is more than the trees on one side, and the end is a majestic.

Wen Pheasant walked in front of her side, led her to knock on the door, and the little official guarding the door saw the person who came, and bowed his head slightly to show respect.

After passing through the cloister, I turned into a narrow stone gate, allowing only one person to pass.

At a glance, it was very dark inside, with a lot of wet moss crawling under the corners of the wall, and thick iron chains nailed to the wall as handrails.

This is a dungeon for the temporary detention of death row prisoners, and Jingzhao Mansion has its particularity because of the capital under its jurisdiction, so it can be exempted from the triage of the three divisions and sentenced to death on the spot. But Ruan Yuyi, a boudoir woman, has never entered such a place, even if she was only invited to identify her.

She hesitated on the outermost steps.

Wen Pheasant realized that she hadn't followed, so she turned around and said, "Miss Ruan, the master is waiting inside." In addition, the ground inside is filthy and rarely cleaned, so I hope you should be careful. ”

She glanced at the steps under her feet, bowed slightly, and then lifted her skirt in, and Mu Xiang followed her.

I don't know how many twists and turns, and the steps finally bottomed out. In front of me, there is an open space with four large mats, only a square table and four benches. On three sides are several cells.

Not far away, a young man in a long jade dress stood with his hands in his hands, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his aura was awe-inspiring.

She stepped forward with Wen Pheasant, bowed, and opened her mouth in a soft voice, "Your Highness." ”

saw Jiang Huaiyang turn around and hum in a low voice.

He stared at her, there were only a few candles on the wall, but the silver butterflies on her hair reflected the sparkling light like water waves, her voice seemed to turn into a jade bead, he could feel that his heart was stirred up a circle of ripples.

He looked away, "You've had close encounters with the Assassin, but remember what his characteristics were?" ”

"Your Highness, may you let me take a look?" She asked tentatively.

Jing Zhaoyin, who was on the side, noticed this little lady with outstanding appearance, and he was also surprised. Although she was a little strange about what she called the new emperor, she still took the initiative to say, "Girl, people are here." ”

Seeing the new emperor's expression, he actually vaguely understood in his heart why His Majesty personally grasped this case this time. Therefore, at this time, he simply regarded Ruan Yuyi as the person who rescued him, and he was more attentive.

Ruan Yuyi subconsciously glanced at Jiang Huaiyang, and asked him a little about what he meant.

His heart softened, and a strange thought came to his mind—she was dependent on him. After he bowed slightly, she was led by Jing Zhaoyin.

I don't know if it was to save some candles or what, there were only a few candles on the side of the cell, which was even darker than the outside. On both sides are iron bars, black and swarthy, and only vaguely discern whether there are people living inside.

Suddenly, Ruan Yuyi felt a small shadow flash under her feet, she gasped, dodged to the side, and just hit a hard chest.

She subconsciously apologized softly, but heard Jiang Huaiyang's voice above her head, "Scared?" He seemed to scoff.

Her face flushed, and she felt like she had made a fuss. This is a prison, and it is built underground, after all, it is damp, and it is normal to have more rats and ants.

She remained silent and moved away before continuing to walk. Walking to the innermost room, Jing Zhaoyin stopped. The little clerk on one side lit the lamp on the wall.

Only then did the vision become clearer.

There was nothing but straw in the cell, and the floor looked a little wet, soaking it dark. Although he had just been caught for half a day, the person sitting against the wall inside was already wearing prison clothes and was no longer covered his face.

He had a wide face and a straight nose, and a pair of eagle-like eyes, staring at several people, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"That's him. The stakes are high, girl, and you have a good life to reminisce. Jing Zhao Yin's words have the meaning of guidance.

If you can start from this person, if it goes well, maybe you can find out the hands behind the manipulation and uproot the entire force. That's a big deal.

Ruan Yuyi knew that this matter was important, but when she was stared at by those eyes, she only felt a little worried, and the cold light kept flashing back to her mind, and even her arm, which was already well-rounded, seemed to be aching faintly.

But the more others showed the weight of her identification, the more confused her thoughts became.