In the east of Chang'an City, there is a mansion dyed with black ink everywhere, as if shrouded by a shadow, the black gate is closed, cold and deserted, at first glance I thought it was a clear water yamen. However, with the exception of a few high-ranking figures in the imperial palace, almost all the officials of the imperial court had a deep fear of this place.

Because this is the most important imperial court institution in Chang'an City, the Prison Heaven Division.

The power of the Prison Heaven Division spread throughout the dynasty, and each state and county had a prison office, and the prison government only obeyed the orders of the Chang'an Prison Heaven Division, and the only people who could directly order the Prison Heaven Division were those big people in the palace.

Those who can serve in the Heavenly Supervision Division must go through layers of assessment and screening, and the most important thing is that they cannot leave ink spots.

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and the duty of the Prison Heaven Division is to find those hidden ink spots in the dynasty, but if there are ink spots left, it is already difficult to protect itself.

Mo Zhifeng was sitting in a study of the Prison Heaven Division, with files from all over the country on the table, in addition to Zhao Xinji's escape from prison, the Prison Heaven Division also had a lot of serious cases to investigate, and it was impossible to devote all his energy to this.

At this moment, a low sound of slamming the door sounded, Mo Zhifeng raised his head, looked at the attendant who pushed the door and walked in, and hurriedly asked, "Have you checked it out?"

The attendant nodded, and put a roster in his hand on the desk, "This is a list of people who may be suspected in and out of the prison in the past ten years." ”

The squire said, looking a little tired.

Although not everyone can enter and exit the prison, the time span of ten years is indeed too large. Moreover, it is not easy to investigate the causes and consequences of their entry and exit from the prison, as well as their identity and background.

Mo Zhifeng took the roster, and under each name, there were one or two lines of small characters written on it, recording where they were suspicious.

This may seem like a lot of work, but it's not.

As long as there is suspicion, it means that there is very likely to be an ink spot behind him, but whether this ink spot is related to this case.

If a dynasty wants to rule Chang'an for a long time, it must take every move well. If you indulge a Zhao Xinji to escape from prison today, who knows which so-and-so will commit something tomorrow?

Within the imperial court, vigorous rectification must be carried out.

Every name on the roster, Mo Zhifeng will read it several times. Suddenly, Mo Zhifeng frowned:

"What's the matter with this palace maid surnamed Ruan, why is there only one name left on the roster?"

Mo Zhifeng's face showed a trace of anger, in his opinion, how could a mere lowly palace maid enter and leave a place like the Heavenly Prison? Who erased her traces?

"This palace maid's name is Ruan Shuiwei, and she is a big celebrity next to the queen. ”

The clerk replied quickly.

"Queen?"

Mo Zhifeng was very surprised, in the past ten years, he was arranged by the prince to deal with other trivial matters, and he didn't pay much attention to the situation on the side of the prison, who would have thought that she was actually involved here, the most noble woman of the Shengshi Dynasty, Yang Yue.

He couldn't figure it out.

What exactly can the queen do when she sends a palace maid to the prison? And what kind of impetus can a mere palace maid play in Zhao Xinji's escape from prison? The more this is the case, the more Mo Zhifeng wants to find out.

As the saying goes, if you know too much, you won't live long. But for the staff of the Overseer, it's the opposite.

......

As the sun set, Xu Changfeng carried two spirit swords on his back and walked back to Chang'an West Lane in the fiery sunset.

Every time he passed in front of a house, he could smell the rich aroma of food, which made Xu Changfeng can't help but speak. He walked in the cold alley, looking a little lonely.

Now this Chang'an has no relatives for him.

He turned the alley in front of him, and saw the familiar carriage again. Steward Liu was standing beside the carriage, looking in the direction he was coming from a distance, obviously having been waiting for a long time.

Xu Changfeng walked quickly to the carriage and stopped, and Steward Liu stared at the two swords on his body, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Steward Liu. Xu Changfeng looked at the old man in front of him and said.

"The matter you asked the head of the family to do, the head of the family has already done it for you. Steward Liu said, carefully took out a letter from his cuff, quickly crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into Xu Changfeng's hand, "After reading the contents of the letter, burn it." ”

Xu Changfeng held the envelope that had been crumpled into a ball in his hand and nodded slightly. Obviously, it was not easy for Jiangbei Lin to find out this news.

"Is there anything else?" Xu Changfeng then asked.

"The head of the family also said, don't think too much about your marriage with my young lady for the time being, we will find time to arrange for you to meet. Steward Liu said, "The head of the family has helped you complete this matter, and has repaid you a lot of favors, I hope you don't think about the idea of beating our Dingjiang Mansion in the future, before you officially become my aunt......"

"I see. Xu Changfeng replied.

After speaking, Steward Liu patted the dust on his clothes, got into the carriage, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth.

Xu Changfeng walked into the courtyard, unlocked it, closed the door tightly, and then lit an oil lamp, then opened the crumpled envelope and carefully took it out under the lamplight.

There are only two lines of words written on the letterhead: "Yao Xi, no previous name, now serving as the secretary of the Dushui Supervisor, often in and out of the Menghua Building in Chang'an East Lane, repaired to the third order." ”

Xu Changfeng read the text four or five times in a row, and after confirming that it had been deeply memorized in his mind, he put the letter paper into the lamp and watched him slowly burn.

"Third Order?" Xu Changfeng muttered in a low voice, "I didn't expect that in the past ten years, you have actually touched the opportunity to break through the realm......

Xu Changfeng let go of the last piece of letter paper in his hand and let it fall into the flames and burn it all.

"What about the third order...... You're going to die!" he said with a very rare hideous look on his face, gritting his teeth.

This expression, he has never shown in front of outsiders, even Mr. Qin has never seen this scene, but it does not mean that he will not be like this.

Xu Changfeng sat quietly for a long time, and after making sure that his emotions had calmed down, he got up and opened the door. Start chopping wood, building a fire, cooking. He was hungry......

After taking care of the clutter, it was already late at night. At this time, the stars are bright in the sky, and the night sky is extremely clear, so tomorrow must be a good day.

After staying in Chang'an for a long time, Xu Changfeng prefers rainy days. Because in that dark environment, he can calm his turbulent heart and find a sense of stability.

Xu Changfeng extinguished the oil lamp, climbed into bed in the dark, and began to meditate.

Practitioners can substitute a lot of sleep by meditating, so that only one hour of sleep per day is sufficient.

Now, without practicing the exercises, Xu Changfeng can only absorb the aura of heaven and earth through the most basic breathing. The lamp in his body lit up again, and a trace of crystal clear cyclone, like a cow drizzle, sprinkled on the lamp.

Immediately afterward, a warm stream of air continued to pour into the meridians around him like water droplets. The water droplets are injected so quickly that if you don't look closely, they can even be seen as a thin stream of water.

The speed at which a first-order cultivator absorbs spiritual energy is very slow, only as fast as a drop of water. And because the second order has comprehended the exercises, the spiritual energy can be injected as quickly as water. At this time, Xu Changfeng used the power of the wick to absorb spiritual energy, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy increased significantly.

Not only that, but the aura converted through the wick will also be purer than direct absorption, and walking on the path of cultivation will be more efficient.

Time passed little by little in the night, and in the blink of an eye, it was already cloudy.

Xu Changfeng opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity, he had not slept all night, but his whole body was extremely energetic. Because of this wick, he didn't even have that hour of sleep.

Xu Changfeng got dressed and got out of bed, opened the door and looked at the dawn of the sky, as if a colored pen was smeared on the clouds and mist, and the dazzling red light was devouring the dull black, and the sunrise was approaching.

At this time, it was still early, Xu Changfeng stretched his muscles for a while, returned to the house, and stacked the books on the table neatly. Stepping into the world of cultivators, these books could not be used for a short time, and Xu Changfeng was afraid of getting dusty, so he planned to put them away.

"There are still a few months to go before the scientific expedition, so there is still plenty of time. He thought to himself.

Although Xu Changfeng does not pray for fame, he can be regarded as a scholar no matter how he participates in the scientific examination, but he does not want Mr. Qin's ten years of cold window guidance to be in vain.

Today is the rest day of Qingzhu Sword Academy, there is no need to go to the Sword Academy, he tidied up the books unhurriedly, and started a new day's daily life.

After a while, he planned to go for a walk in East Lane.