She stood in front of the cell, separated by an iron bar, and inside the cell was the dangerous Assassin.

She could barely utter a word.

Jiang Huaiyang seemed to feel her emotions, thought for a moment, and put one hand on her shoulder. Her shoulders are a little skinny, and she can clearly look at it through her clothes, and she is a well-proportioned little lady, but she feels a little diaphragm at this time.

He frowned slightly, thinking, she was not so delicate in the dream, but she should have all of them. Although the Cheng family treats her badly, she should not eat and drink less, how can she raise people to such a weak appearance.

Ruan Yuyi felt the weight on her shoulders, and she didn't have to look back to know who it was. She calmed down a little, and withdrew her gaze, thinking about it carefully.

Suddenly, a pattern swept through her mind.

Her eyes lit up, and she turned around and said, "Your Highness, I remember that he had a three-point pattern tattoo on his wrist. After telling him this, she was relieved, as if she had relieved herself of some heavy responsibility, and felt that she had finally lived up to their hopes.

Hearing this, Jiang Huaiyang asked Jing Zhaoyin sideways, "When you caught someone at that time, did you notice it?" "It stands to reason that if he had changed his clothes, the guards would have noticed anything unusual on his body, let alone on his wrists.

Jing Zhaoyin shook his head and said, "But there is a wound on his wrist, the size of a copper coin, and it seems that a piece has been cut off with a sharp blade." If they had found out, how could they have concealed it.

Jiang Huaiyang looked at the assassin inside, and his expression sank. There is a tattoo on the hand that indicates that there must be an organization behind the person, and now the tattoo has been stripped away, which means that it has been abandoned by the hired person-

"Come on, go in and restrain him, especially be careful not to let his upper and lower teeth bite!" Something suddenly occurred to him, and he commanded sharply.

The little official hurriedly took out a large number of keys, and in a panic, he couldn't find which one was which.

It's too late.

The assassin hung his head and sneered, almost biting his tongue on the ground.

From their line of work, how can there be people who are afraid of death, but there is no change in the family, who will be willing to give people their lives. He had expected such a day, but he used to worry about his mother, a seriously ill daughter, who was dying at home.

He also quietly returned home yesterday, the only time in more than a decade. When he could find his home according to his memory, he heard from the villagers that his family had died in a fire more than ten years ago, and at this time, I am afraid that even the coffin was decayed to the point that only some dry bones remained.

Only then did he realize that the man said that he would take care of his relatives was always just a deception to make him faithfully work for him.

He had nothing left. was deliberately caught by them, and only now did he attack himself, just to appreciate their teasing looks.

It's fun. Look at that Lord Jing Zhaoyin, his face was distorted with anger.

He laughed. Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, staining his chin with stickiness, which was terrifying. He felt a bloody mouth and wanted to lick it with his tongue, but he couldn't summon the tongue that was almost out of his mouth.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Jiang Huaiyang unconsciously put his hand on Ruan Yuyi's eyes.

He frowned slightly, he was used to seeing such a scene, but he was afraid that this little lady, who was so squeamish that even a mouse could be scared, would also be frightened by the scene in front of him.

Because he wanted to cover her eyes, the two of them stood almost next to each other, and he could feel her eyelashes moving under his hands, making his palms itch slightly and extremely hot, as if he could feel the blood flowing from her face.

“…… Your Highness?" Suddenly, her eyes were covered, and Ruan Yuyi called softly as if she was falling into a fog.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, but because her eyes were not closed, it was not very pure, deep and shallow, and mixed with this little red. She could almost imagine the color of the tips of her ears based on the red.

She grabbed his hand and tried to take it away from her eyes.

Xu is blind to the loss of vision, and the senses around him are extremely sensitive. She noticed that there was no faint fragrance on the body of the prince today, but an ordinary soaphorn incense, inexplicably with a sense of strength in a man, so she calmed down a little.

The hand that grabbed him withdrew the force and covered it lightly.

However, what she didn't know was that the incense was indeed incense, which was originally used to cover up the heavy blood on her body after the palace change at first, but after a long time, she became accustomed to it, and followed the people to fiddle with it.

It's useless today just because he stayed in Jingzhao Mansion last night.

By this time the jailer had opened the door and sent the man to stop the bleeding. It's not because he wants to let him go, but after all, before the words come out, there is no reason to call the person who speaks to disappear first.

Jiang Huaiyang let go of his hand and pinched it slightly, and there seemed to be that warm and delicate touch on it.

Suddenly, she saw the bright light, but she was a little unaccustomed to it, and she was in a trance in front of her, and she blinked twice before she came to her senses.

"Do you have pen and paper?" He turned his face and asked Jing Zhaoyin directly.

This Jing Zhaoyin still didn't react a little, but he still instructed the little official on the side, "Don't wait for the pen and ink yet." He led them to the table outside.

After a while, the little official took a pen and paper, put it on the table, and after studying the ink, he retreated to the side.

Jiang Huaiyang glanced at Ruan Yuyi and said, "Draw the tattoos you see, and carefully don't make mistakes." ”

She answered, picked up the pen, dotted three triangular dots on it, and put down the pen, "Your Highness, this is such a decoration. When the stab came, the man's sleeve slipped a little in as he stretched his hand forward.

Although it is only a fleeting experience, the structure of this tattoo is simple, and you will not be mistaken.

Seeing this pattern, Wen Pheasant's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly, and muttered, "This is not-" He was not the only assassin with such a tattoo, but the previous two were also successful, but they were ruthless, and when they saw that they failed, they bit the poison hidden in their mouths on the spot.

So far, they still don't know anything about this group of people.

Jiang Huaiyang also recognized it, his eyes sank, and he pursed his lips, but he didn't speak.

Just when Jing Zhaoyin asked someone to put away this piece of paper, a small official came in from outside the door, his face was ugly, and he arched his hand and said, "My lord, that person lost too much blood, and the small ones used plant ash and plasters, all of which were ineffective, and now they are ......."

Jing Zhaoyin waved his hand and told him to stand down. Then he looked at Jiang Huaiyang again, "Look at this-"

"When is it time to ask me for advice?" His voice was as cold as a cold pool in March, which made Jing Zhaoyin shiver and hurriedly responded.

This person who wants to assassinate him seems to have rooted his roots in the capital a long time ago, and the roots are knotted at the bottom, and he will not give up until he dies. It's just that the enemy is dark and he is clear, and unless the people behind the scenes are found out, they can only be passive.

Jiang Huaiyang's face was gloomy.