Xu Changfeng subconsciously raised his head and looked at Mo Zhifeng with a panicked expression. His expression was like a hurricane that had stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face was mixed, and Xu Changfeng couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

If you want to be a good watchdog, in addition to having a pair of discerning eyes, you must also be able to control your emotions, and only when others can't see through you, can you see through them in turn.

After a few breaths of silence in the cell, Xu Changfeng asked in a low voice, "He's not dead yet?"

"Once he became a prisoner in Chang'an Heavenly Prison, it was up to him to decide the matter of life and death. Mo Zhifeng said in a deep voice, "Zhao Xinji's life is very hard, and the medical skills of the doctors in the prison are also very exquisite, so he survived." ”

Mo Zhifeng said, close to the edge of the iron cage, staring meaningfully at Zhao Xinji, who was sleeping, and said: "Now that he is in front of you, remember it well, I want to hear the details of that night." ”

Xu Changfeng fell silent, his face was like death, and he said intermittently: "At that time, I didn't dare to look at his face, he was dripping with water, and the blood kept staying, like a ghost ......"

Xu Changfeng said this in one go, and he didn't blink below his eyelids. Any clues may make Mo Zhifeng suspicious, so what he has to do is to explain things concisely.

Mo Zhifeng then asked a few questions, but he never noticed that there was any problem.

"What do you think of this boy?"

After Xu Changfeng left, Mo Zhifeng asked in a dark corner of the cell.

A figure suddenly walked out of the originally empty corner, his name was Pan Xuanbing, he was the shadow of the Heavenly Supervisor, and he lived forever in the shadows. His existence has only one purpose, which is to conceal himself.

If he really wanted to hide, even a master like Mo Zhifeng might not be able to detect his existence.

In fact, his strength may not be worse than Mo Xuanfeng, and the world only knows that the Prison Heaven Division has Mo Xuanfeng, but they don't know that there is also Pan Xuanbing.

"I think you're going a bit too far. Pan Xuanbing was wearing a black night suit, and a cold voice came out under the mask, like a ghost.

"Hopefully he didn't lie to me. Mo Zhifeng shook his head and said, "I don't know if you have noticed, the moment he saw Zhao Xinji, his face showed joy." ”

"That's a big problem. Pan Xuanbing ignored Mo Zhifeng's question and replied solemnly.

The floodgates opened, and Xu Changfeng finally returned to the yang world with difficulty from the dark hell. At this time, looking at the rain curtain, I finally have a feeling of coming alive.

He didn't know that Mo Zhifeng had already targeted him, but he was sure that interrogations like this would continue in the future, and more than once.

"Zhao Xinji is still alive!"

He opened his oil umbrella and walked briskly out of the prison door. The dead seedling in my heart is reborn.

At this moment, on a corner tower 100 meters away from the Chang'an Heavenly Prison, there is an old man and a young man, two people dressed in yellow monk robes and holding a string of Buddhist beads, staring at the prison in the rain curtain.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

The little monk and nun turned his head to look at the old monk on the side and asked.

"I am watching chess for the teacher. The old monk smiled slightly and asked in a low voice, "What do you see?"

The little monks and nuns' eyes widened, and they kept scanning the Chang'an Pavilion in the rain, crisscrossing the streets with pedestrians coming and going, and the sound of rain and feng shui resounded. He stared at it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out what the master meant by this game of chess.

"The disciple was stupid and only saw this rain. The little monk and nun replied, his face furrowed, he knew that he would soon have to be disciplined by the master again.

However, the old monk did not take out the ring ruler, turned his head to look at him seriously and asked, "Have you ever known about the ten-year lamp?"

"The disciple knows. The little monk and nun nodded, "A magic lamp in the legend of the rivers and lakes, whoever can get it can win the rivers and lakes." ”

"Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it. ”

The monks only believe in the Buddha, and the little monks and nuns replied in the affirmative.

"Someone can believe it. The old monk's tone was very long, "The whole Chang'an is a game of chess." If you want to be silent, you first have to get out of the game. ”

"The Prison Heaven Division is just for one Zhao Xinji, so he has spent so much time. Yangzhou Dingjiang Wangfu came to Chang'an to seek treatment on the surface, but sent Jiangbeilin to buy a house here. Ten years before the lights appeared, Chang'an City was already surging. The rain you see will never stop. ”

The old monk did not reproach the little monk and nun, after all, with his current knowledge, it was still too far-fetched to want to see through the situation in the world. Chang'an is never as simple as what you see. The longer you live, the deeper you can see.

The little monk and nun scratched their heads and stretched out their palms into the rain.

"There are so many people in the imperial court, why do you have to let Mo Zhifeng, an old man who should have retired from history, be in charge of this matter?" the little monk and nun withdrew their hands and gently wiped the water droplets on them.

The old monk smiled with satisfaction: "You asked a good question." Mo stopped the wind energy and hit Zhao Xinji hard, indicating that his strength had broken through the seventh order. So this mission is also a test for Mo Zhifeng, and the prince wants to know if he can continue to serve the imperial court. Besides, it is very suitable for Zhao Xinji to take over the case by him. ”

The little monk and nun stared at the old monk and nodded in realization.

"What should come is not coming, but what should not come is chaos. ”

Before Xu Changfeng left the gate of the prison, he saw a carriage parked in the rain, which was the carriage of the Dingjiang Palace.

When the coachman saw Xu Changfeng, he pulled up the reins and drove towards him, the wheels splashed with layers of water, and he walked alone on the road.

The carriage drove to Xu Changfeng's side and slowly stopped, the curtains were opened, Jiang Beilin leaned out of the window, and looked at Xu Changfeng with interest:

"Sending you home?"

"Thank you. ”

If it comes, it will be safe. Xu Changfeng smiled slightly and climbed into the carriage.

Xu Changfeng put away the oil umbrella that was still dripping and hung it on the door, the carriage was a little dark, and only Jiang Beilin was sitting in it, and he didn't have a sword on his body.

"Let's talk?" Jiang Beilin looked at Xu Changfeng and secretly sighed in his heart. He has seen countless teenagers, but Xu Changfeng is the only one who can be fearless in front of him.

"Is it still necessary to talk?"

Xu Changfeng asked seriously.

"We can make a deal. Jiang Beilin said softly, "You promised to marry my niece, and I promise that you will no longer receive the attention of the Heavenly Prison Division, how about it?"

Jiang Beilin's condition really moved Xu Changfeng's heart. It is not necessary to get out of the sight of the Celestial Supervisor, as long as the Celestial Supervisor no longer spends his time on him, and that is enough.

He knew that he was two pounds, and he could barely deal with the Heavenly Supervisor once or twice. But as time goes by, the horse's feet will always leak out little by little, as long as the prison heaven is willing to put his mind to it, he will always be exposed one day. Although Xu Changfeng had also tried all kinds of ways to divert the attention of the Heavenly Supervisor, there was no plan that could satisfy him at the moment. He believed that Mo Zhifeng should have seen through the flaws on his face, and as for why he was not forcibly left, the reason was only clear to Mo Zhifeng.

Now that Jiang Beilin has found it, it is equivalent to giving a big gift. It's just that this gift is a bit heavy.

"Don't you need to get involved?" Xu Changfeng took a deep breath and asked suspiciously.

"Naturally, yes. ”

As soon as Jiangbei Lin's words came out, Xu Changfeng's face couldn't help but be a little ugly, this is the key to the problem.

"But you are Mr. Qin's disciple, his old man's face, I still have to give it to the Jiang Palace. Jiang Beilin followed up and said, "A gentleman can't be untrustworthy, we respect your oath." ”

"Huh?" Xu Changfeng stared at Jiang Beilin.

"You can marry that girl, and you have to marry my niece. Jiang Beilin was afraid that Xu Changfeng would misunderstand, so he said again, "But not now, we have to make sure that you really have the ability to dissolve the cold in my niece's body." ”

I was in the house before, but it was just the first test. It is still necessary to pass the re-examination before the Dingjiang Royal Mansion can rest assured that Jiang Li will marry Xu Changfeng.

For them, the deal was a matter of course. No one wants his family to be watched by outsiders day and night, but he needs a step for Xu Changfeng to walk down.

"That sounds good. Xu Changfeng nodded.

"So you agreed?" Jiang Beilin asked.

"Yes, but I have one condition. Xu Changfeng whispered.

He wasn't afraid that Jiang Beilin would kill him in anger, since it was a transaction, it had to be a bit of a transaction.