Xue Zhen tidied things up without moving, and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

But this time, Lord Li did not come out for a long time to deliver the news.

After a long time, Master Li nodded and returned to his seat, his face became serious, and the money bag was thrown in front of Ah Jiu.

Ah Jiu hurriedly picked it up: "No, Lord Li, where is my portrait?" ”

Master Li was shocked again: "This painting was cut off and confiscated by the emperor." ”

Yes? Ah Jiu panicked, and looked at Ning Er again, her eyes had become bloodshot.

Ah Jiu understood, she must have seen that portrait, and she must know what a shocking secret is hidden behind this painting.

Thinking of this, Ah Jiu's head buzzed, and he could only think about it luckily, this portrait was fortunately what he looked like when he was eight years old, and the portrait with the unique cinnabar mole on his body when he was born was much less dangerous.

No matter how powerful the emperor is, it is impossible to recognize this eight-year-old child as the child who was strangled to death by Concubine Chang back then.

But what makes Ah Jiu not 100% sure is that if the emperor is not undoubted, he will naturally not ask for an ordinary broken portrait.

When he was full of thoughts, Lord Li made the final interrogation result, that is, to take Ning Er into custody and wait for questioning.

Today, there are still hundreds of people waiting to be executed on the execution ground, and according to their resumes, they must observe the hour.

Three o'clock in the afternoon is the time when the yang energy is at its peak, and it can suppress the souls of the dead, so this execution must be delayed until the next auspicious day, so now is not the time to behead Ning'er at all.

Ah Jiu's thoughts swirled, but he was finally defeated by Ning Er's terrible eyes.

Ah Jiu had a wit and hurriedly made a big salute:

"Your Majesty, please return that painting to the people's daughter, it is the portrait of my lost brother many years ago, this time I entered Beijing to find him, if there is no portrait, I don't know where to start."

"Oh?" The emperor sighed in a deep voice: "I didn't want another life, since you said so, then I won't sell Guanzi, your portrait is very similar to the appearance of my second prince when he was seven or eight years old."

What does it mean that you are a daughter of the people, and that you are carrying a portrait of a royal heir? ”

Ah Jiu was so frightened that her back was cold, why didn't she think of it, although the emperor couldn't see that it was Concubine Chang's son, but she didn't expect that the facial features of a child born to the same father would be similar after all.

When Master Li heard this, he was shocked: "Bold and unscrupulous, dare to bully the king, and be put in prison to be beheaded on a certain day." ”

As soon as these words came out, Xue Zhen frowned sharply, and said with the power of his heart: "Master, you can cause trouble more than the apprentice imagined, now what do you let the apprentice do?" ”

Ah Jiu was escorted, stomped his feet angrily, and scolded in his heart - you still have the face to say cool things, why didn't you resist when you were arrested? Now it's hard to ride a tiger and what do you want me to do, you hurry up and find a way for my grandmother, if I die, I'll come back to you to settle accounts.

As soon as they were escorted out of the hearing division, the prisoners on the execution ground had been brought back in, and the executioner and the other soldiers were cleaning up the blood stains on the execution table.

Several bodies were dragged out of the city on a cart.

Ah Jiu saw from a distance that three bodies dressed in black were dragged onto the cart, each with a long feather arrow on their backs, which looked like they were shooting from behind.

It doesn't matter if you take a closer look, it is the Emperor who allowed the Alan to be released.

"Didn't the emperor say that the three of them would be released?" Ah Jiu's heart suddenly turned cold, what if this beast emperor cut her down tomorrow?

Looking at the excitement of the execution ground, who would have thought that such a thing could be provoked? Does she have any incombinable relationship with the prison cell in her life?

It wasn't until he left the execution ground and entered the prison of the Ministry of Punishment that Ah Jiu found out that it was impossible to escape.

After all, it is the prison of the criminal department in Kyoto City, and there are steel and iron bars everywhere, and the guards on the inner and outer three floors are all dutifully guarded, not to mention flies, and ants don't want to run out.

I don't know how many times I scolded Xue Zhen in my heart, only to find that the distance was too far, and Xue Zhen's mental transmission couldn't be transmitted at all.

Listening to the click, followed by the sound of heavy chains shutting the prison door, Ah Jiu's back was cold.

"Who the hell are you?" Inside the cell, Ning'er asked.