When Yan Wenshi was kicked out, Li Fuan had already heard the movement.

He stood neatly outside the moon cave door, his head so low that his chin almost poked into his chest.

Seeing the crown prince come out, he hurriedly followed him, and he didn't have to think about it to know how ugly His Highness's face was at the moment.

Sure enough, he saw the prince's footsteps paused at the door for a while, and said to him in a voice that was almost bone-chilling, "Go to Dali Temple, the prisoners who have been captured in Yecheng must be interrogated in person." ”

The prince was arraigned overnight for serious crimes, and Dali Siqing rushed back to the prison from home almost as quickly as possible, and all the way he wondered if he had made a mistake somewhere, so that His Royal Highness the Prince would interrogate him personally.

After thinking about it, there was no result, and my heart was even more bottomless.

Fortunately, when he arrived at Dali Temple, he saw His Royal Highness sitting there drinking tea, although the breath around him was a little heavy, but his face was quite peaceful, and even when he saw him coming, he put down the tea cup, nodded to him with a light smile, and said softly, "I'm tired of Lord Fan late at night." ”

Fan Zhong, the secretary of Dali Temple, looked at the gentle and handsome face of the prince in front of him, and suddenly a warm current surged in his heart, and he sighed with emotion, how fortunate they are to have such a gentle and elegant person who knows etiquette and Meiji as the prince.

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The Dali Temple Heavenly Prison has a stone chamber dedicated to interrogating important criminals.

There was not a single window around the stone chamber, and even the door of the stone chamber was made of boulders, which was impermeable to the wind and could not hear the slightest sound.

Yan Wen has been in since midnight and has not come out, and Fan Zhong is waiting outside the door in a hurry, for fear that the criminal will collide with the prince.

But he saw that Li Fuan, who had followed the prince for more than 20 years, was just standing outside the door in a proper manner, with no superfluous look on his face, so he didn't dare to say anything more, and stood according to the rules.

It wasn't until dawn that the door of the stone chamber finally opened, and with the rumbling sound of the door opening, the prince's long and tall figure appeared at the door.

Fan Zhong hurriedly greeted him, "Your Highness—"

"Hmm."

Yan Wen's voice sounded a little tired, and the smell of blood on his body was also a little heavy.

Fan Zhong's expression froze, and he saw the prince smiling gently at him, and said lightly, "Lord Fan doesn't have to worry too much, the prisoner has already confessed, please ask Lord Fan to find someone to go in and draw the detention." ”

Fan Zhong had the heart to cry, he had never seen a more respectful and benevolent master than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and at this time, he comforted him in turn.

He responded one after another, beckoning people to go in and clean up the aftermath.

However, as soon as he stepped into the stone chamber, the whole person froze.

There was a strong smell of blood in the stone room, and more than a dozen torture instruments on the side were also stained with fresh blood.

The key prisoner hanging in the middle of Xingtai had already fainted, there was not a piece of good meat on his body, and under him, in addition to a pool of black blood, there was also a pool of fishy liquid.

Fan Zhong looked at everything in front of him, his mind was a little confused, and he suddenly began to recall wildly in his mind, when His Royal Highness came in, did he bring the Xue guards around him.

Yan Wen didn't care what Fan Zhong would think, he had been interrogated for two hours, and his body was stained with blood, if he had to maintain the demeanor that he should have as a prince, he couldn't wait to take off this dirty clothes immediately.

Fortunately, the ear room of Dali Temple has already prepared hot water for bathing, and Xiao Shunzi also returned to the East Palace in advance to take the prince's court clothes.

Yan Wen went in to wash for a long time, and when he came out, he couldn't smell a trace of dirty blood on his body, and his temples that had been throbbing slowly calmed down.

It's a good breath.

Li Fuan stood behind the prince, straightening his clothes, his eyes were suddenly fixed, and he was fixed somewhere behind his ears in fear.

- There was a thin, small blood streak there, which was not deep to look at, and it was behind the ear, which was very difficult for people to detect.

Li Fu'an's heart sank, His Royal Highness's daughter's body, don't be injured by such a lowly person when he was about to interrogate the offender.

His voice tensed, as if he were facing a great enemy, "Your Highness, this wound behind your ear—"

Yan Wen paused as he lowered his head and straightened the hem of his sleeves, and his eyes sank.

After a while, he put his sleeves down and smoothed them out, and said without shock:

"It's okay, I was scratched by a wild cat."

Li Fuan breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to open his mouth to ask where the wild cat was, but he was so good that someone would catch it, and when he raised his head, he suddenly met the prince's gaze.

His gaze was unusually calm.

Li Fuan reacted suddenly, and immediately shut up, not daring to say anything more.

After tidying up, Fan Zhong also happened to come out, because he was going to go to the early court, Yan Wen asked him with a faint smile if he wanted to enter the palace in the same carriage with him.

The appearance of talking and laughing was as if everything in the interrogation room was illusory.

Fan Zhong only felt that the smile made his scalp tingle, and he hurriedly said that he still had a few words to explain to his subordinates, so he would not bother His Highness, and let His Highness go first.

Yan Wen nodded, didn't say anything more, and got into the carriage and left.

-

Early in the morning, Fan Zhong couldn't help but secretly observe Yan Wen, seeing that his face was calm and gentle, and he couldn't see the appearance of tossing in prison for half a night, Fan Zhong felt more and more awe in his heart.

finally survived until the early dynasty, Fan Zhong was trying to leave in a hurry, and he didn't want to be stopped by Yan Wen again.

Fan Zhong's scalp tightened, his waist bent a little, and he didn't dare to look at him, but he heard the prince seem to chuckle, and a warm voice like a spring breeze sounded from above his head:

"I didn't grasp the degree of goodness for a long time last night, and I started a little heavier, and I bothered Master Fan to find a doctor to diagnose and treat the prisoner today, and he still needs to testify later, Mo Jiaoren died."

Fan Zhong bent his waist lower, and he should be repeatedly.

Zhang Chunlin was waiting outside the gate of the Qiankun Palace.

Seeing Fan Zhong come out, Zhang Chunlin leaned over, walked out with him while exercising the wat board, and asked in a low voice, "What did His Highness say to you?" ”

Zhang Chunlin is the secretary of the Criminal Department, and together with Fan Zhong, the secretary of Dali Temple, investigated and handled the case of corruption in Yecheng, so he was naturally concerned about His Royal Highness's decision to leave Fan Zhong to speak.

Fan Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he didn't dare to say anything about the prison, so he only whispered to Zhang Chunlin:

"Your Highness asked me to find a doctor to treat the prisoner."

When Zhang Chunlin heard this, he stroked his beard with a smile, and felt a sense of reverence for His Royal Highness in his heart.

- He said that he must have been dazzled by the Imperial Garden yesterday, His Royal Highness has an elegant and gentle temperament, and even takes care of the important prisoners in prison, how can such a benevolent temperament reveal the gloomy eyes of yesterday.

But then he thought about whether His Royal Highness was too benevolent, and he still had to have an iron fist as a monarch.

-

Yan Wen didn't care about what others said about him, what he worried about was the letter in his hand.

The pale pink letterhead, with scribbled handwriting on it, was clearly written in a hurry, and it seemed that his temper had not subsided when he wrote it.

Yan Wen is familiar with this handwriting, he taught her by hand, and now she uses the words he taught by hand to write him a farewell letter?

He pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little annoyed, his temples jumped, and the blood behind his ears began to sting.

He was silent for a moment, "lighting the lamp".

Li Fuan was a little confused, so he lit a candle as he ordered.

Yan Wen's fingers flipped slowly, folded the letter neatly and folded it in three folds, and after a pause, he pinched the corner of the letter and slowly moved the letter to the candle flame.

The tongue of fire shook lightly next to the corner of the letter, and then jumped violently.

Li Fuan waited anxiously on the side, wanting to step forward but didn't dare, for fear that the tongue of fire would hurt His Highness's hand, but His Highness's expression was really not good, and he didn't dare to say more.

Yan Wen had been quietly watching the tongue of fire devour the letter paper little by little, and the candle flame jumped under his inexplicable eyes, and then blended into the depths of his obscure eyes.

It wasn't until the flame was about to approach his fingertips that he unhurriedly threw the letter into the copper basin beside him, and in an instant, a puff of green smoke rose from the blackened letter and was extinguished.

Yan Wen stood up, pulled down the Buddha bead bracelet on his wrist and twisted it in his hand, and walked down the Danqi with steady steps.

"In this case, let her stay in Hanshan Temple, and no one is allowed to take her back without Lone's order."

After a pause, "The queen can't either." ”

Li Fuan followed behind him and didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing him come out, the public opinion on the side came over, Yan Wen waved his hand, "Go alone and walk by yourself."

The group of people followed behind Yan Wen in a mighty manner, but their steps were surprisingly quiet, Li Fuan glanced at Yan Wen from time to time, and saw that his expression had returned to calm, and he couldn't see half of his joy and anger.

When passing by the Imperial Garden, Yan Wen's gaze swept over the pavilion where Shen Ruolian was painting that day, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

He put the bracelet back on his wrist, turned his head sideways and said to Xue Nian:

"Send some people to guard Hanshan Temple, and in addition, inform Pei Ci'an of the news that Jianing went to Hanshan Temple, so that he can accompany Jianing more in the near future."

Xue Nian was ordered to leave, and Yan Wen continued to return to the East Palace.

After arriving at the study, Yan Wen had just opened the fold, and Xiao Shunzi came to report that Lord Han asked to see him.

He paused, and suddenly remembered that he pushed Lord Han's appointment last night in order to see Shen Ruolian.

Yan Wen put down the pen and asked Xiao Shunzi to invite people in.

Lord Han told him about a case half a year ago, and now it has been basically found out that it was Tan Yi, the youngest grandson of Tan Guogong, who raped // adulterous women and killed people.

Tan Yi relied on his family background, rape and plunder, and when Princess Jianing left the palace in micro-service before, Tan Yi almost bullied people under the pretext of being drunk and not recognizing people.

But Tan Guogong is a hereditary duke named by the emperor himself, so this matter is a little tricky, and Lord Han can't make up his mind, so he asks Yan Wen's opinion.

Yan Wen heard him say that the evidence was conclusive, and he hardly hesitated, and said:

"Since the evidence is conclusive, Lord Han will go back and interrogate it clearly, what should be done, what should be done, should be killed-"

He paused, his fingers tapped twice on the desk, "Kill." ”

When Lord Han heard this, he was a little shocked, and he was more hesitant.

Yan Wen glanced at him, "You go and get people first, and then turn around and give you a will." ”

With Yan Wen's assurance, Han Dacai breathed a sigh of relief and left satisfied.

Sending away Lord Han, before Yan Wen could drink saliva, Li Fuan came to report again, saying that Chu Lao had passed away this morning, and at this moment Sun Jingchu was asking to see him at the palace gate.

Yan Wen slammed the teacup to his lips on the table.

Li Fuan stuffed his head as a quail, and the atmosphere in the room was a little depressing.

After sitting quietly for a moment, Yan Wen got up silently and walked to the copper basin on the side and put a wet cloth on his face.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice:

"Changing clothes."

It was close to noon, and the sun was a little harsh.

Yan Wen sat on the public opinion, supported his head and squinted for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at the gate of the palace.

Outside the palace gate, a plain white slender figure is particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the vermilion palace wall.

Even after the funeral at home, Sun Jingchu still looks unfazed, demonstrating her good education and self-cultivation as a noble girl.

Yan Wen got out of the chariot and walked towards her, and when he got closer, he could see the flush at the end of her eyes and her lips that were white from holding back her crying.

Yan Wen suddenly remembered the thin shoulders that squatted on the ground last night.

He looked at Sun Jingchu and said softly, "Lone will go with you." ”

Sun Jingchu didn't expect Yan Wen to talk to herself so gently, her eyes turned even redder in an instant, and the appearance of holding back tears became more and more pitiful.

Yan Wen didn't speak, and got into the carriage with her.

Chu Lao is his mentor, whether it is because of Sun Jingchu or not, he will go this way, he knows that Sun Jingchu mistakenly thought that he went because of her.

But at the moment, her grandfather died, and he didn't want to make unnecessary explanations.

The atmosphere in the carriage was a little heavy, cutting off the sight of outsiders, Sun Jingchu suddenly took off her strong appearance, and shed tears while holding her handkerchief.

Yan Wen can also understand Sun Jingchu, she has been studying with them in the study since she was a child, and Chu Lao was the teacher in the study at that time, and her relationship with her maternal grandfather is naturally extraordinary.

But he couldn't see a woman crying, he was already annoyed enough by Shen Ruolian crying last night, not only crying, but she also scratched him when she drove him out.

When he thought about it, he became even more irritable.

Yan Wen looked at Sun Jingchu and cried for a moment, poured a glass of water and handed it to Sun Jingchu, with concern in his eyes, and said softly, "Drink some water." ”

Suppress your emotions and stop crying.

It's annoying to cry.

Sun Jingchu stared at the teacup in his hand, was slightly stunned, and then forgot to cry, looked at him with tears in his eyes, nodded, and took the teacup with both hands.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Her voice was a little hoarse, and when she listened carefully, there was a hint of imperceptible shyness.

I didn't rest all night last night, Yan Wen was a little tired, too lazy to correct her misunderstanding, and only let out a faint "um".

Sun Jingchu held the teacup in both hands and took a small sip, she felt that he was extremely gentle today.

After hesitating for a moment, she looked at him with red eyes open, and asked in a crying whisper:

"Your Highness, can I hug you?"

Yan Wen's newly closed eyes opened suddenly, and her calm and unusual eyes fell into her tearful eyes.