This night in the prison made Xu Changfeng understand a lot, and at the same time, it also made him hate Mo Zhifeng even more. As long as he doesn't die for a day, Zhao Xinji can't be at peace for a day. A person's feelings about seeing hell are different from those he has personally experienced, and Zhao Xinji's suffering in the past ten years is hundreds of times that of his current one!

But he couldn't show the slightest anger in his heart, because he was now a prisoner, and for many more, he was already a death row prisoner under a knife and axe.

"I really don't know what you're trying to ask......"

Xu Changfeng was silent for a long time before he replied with difficulty.

Mo Zhifeng's expression on his face did not change much after hearing this, his two shrewd eyes were still shooting on Xu Changfeng's face, and he whispered: "I just want to know, what is the relationship between you and Zhao Xinji." If you speak up, I will not only save you from death, but also ensure that you will be on the path of cultivation in the future. ”

He also said similar things to Zhao Xinji, but unfortunately Zhao Xinji didn't say a word.

Xu Changfeng shook his head solemnly, "I don't know him." ”

Mo Zhifeng's face became more and more gloomy, "There is a saying in the heavenly prison called one hundred and eight tortures, and each punishment can make you experience the pain of life worse than death. It's been a long night, so you shouldn't feel too lonely. ”

Xu Changfeng listened, and his pupils subconsciously shrank inside. He now knew very well what kind of experience it was to be able to approach death without dying.

And the more this is the case, the more eager he will be when he wants to rescue Zhao Xinji.

"The road is in front of you, choose for yourself. After Mo Zhifeng finished speaking, he stared at Xu Changfeng again. This was his last bit of patience, because the patience of the big people in the palace was running out.

Xu Changfeng was silent, and every question Mo Zhifeng asked him was a proposition.

"Supervisor Mo!"

But at this time, a prison guard recklessly broke into the cell.

Mo Zhifeng was obviously a little unhappy, and shouted in a deep voice: "What are you doing here?"

"There's something big going on outside the prison!"

The guard said in a panic, handing a scroll of paper to Mo Shufeng. Mo Zhifeng was a little unimpressed, he had only been in the prison for less than three hours, what could happen outside?

And when he took the paper roll and looked at it, his face suddenly changed. Even if he is shrewd and sophisticated, he will actually lose his temper in front of others.

"What is written on this scroll?" Xu Changfeng secretly wondered.

Mo Zhifeng stared at the first line of the scroll, the two shocking words: Prison Book

There were only a hundred words on the paper scroll, but Mo Zhifeng looked at it for a long time, and the more he looked down, the more uneasy he felt. This 100-word prison letter is heart-wrenching!

"If there are eyes for a good day, there will be snow on Chang'an Road in June!" Mo Zhifeng stared at Xu Changfeng with a complicated expression, "Not long after you came in, someone gave you a grievance, what blessings did you accumulate in your previous life?"

Mo Zhifeng said, throwing the paper roll into the iron cage where Xu Changfeng was imprisoned.

The content on the paper scroll probably said that although Xu Changfeng killed people, he was not guilty of going to prison. Now that the prison supervisor Si Mo is doing this in private, could it be that he wants to cover up some secrets? Previously, Zhao Xinji escaped from prison and died at Xu Changfeng's house, so the author of this prison book guessed that Yi Siye's assassination was just a sound attack. The purpose is to find an excuse to arrest Xu Changfeng in the prison.

He also said that if Xu Changfeng walked out of the prison scarred tomorrow, it would mean that Mo Zhufeng must have a ghost in his heart. At the end of the prison book, a poem was left: If the sky has eyes and drums, it will snow on Chang'an Road in June.

The document is called the Prisoner's Book, which is a document that complains about injustice on behalf of Xu Changfeng.

"Who is the author of this prison book?" Mo Zhifeng asked in a low voice.

He was a little panicked, since the guards hurriedly ran in, it means that this prisoner's letter has already spread throughout the entire Chang'an City, and he, as the main person in charge of this incident, actually has no idea!

The guard replied in a low voice: "The author's name is Bai Shushan, from Nanjun, and he came to Chang'an to participate in the scientific expedition. ”

Mo Zhifeng nodded and said, "I know, you go down." ”

There was silence in the cell, Xu Changfeng held the prisoner book in his hand, and the shackles in his heart were finally removed. Now even if he borrowed his ten guts, he didn't dare to torture Xu Changfeng anymore.

Mo Zhifeng even felt a little lucky, if this prison letter came later, it was estimated that Xu Changfeng would have some scars on his body. But no matter what, Xu Changfeng just splashed chili water on his body, and now his whole body is red, and tomorrow in the court, it is bound to be exposed. If he doesn't handle it well here, it will be tantamount to smashing the face of the court. In this way, he will not stop the wind for the rest of his life, and he will not expect to stay in Chang'an for the elderly.

Mo Zhifeng thought about it and decided to discuss it with Xu Changfeng, "Xu Changfeng, tomorrow in the public court, if someone asks if you have been punished in the prison, can you answer no?"

Xu Changfeng was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Mr. Qin has taught me since I was a child, and if people don't have faith, they don't know what to do. ”

Mo Zhifeng felt a little overwhelmed, why did this Xu Changfeng always come out and drop the chain every time it came to a critical moment? He had served the imperial court for decades, but now he had to let a sixteen-year-old boy decide his final fate.

What a ridiculous thing!

In desperation, Mo Zhufeng had no choice but to calm down, looked at him in a friendly voice and said, "Say, what do you want?"

"What I want, you should know best. Xu Changfeng said in a low voice.

"You ......"

Mo Zhifeng never expected that he would be put on a stand by this stinky hairy boy, "I Mo Zhifeng vouched for my personality, Zhao Xinji's escape from prison has nothing to do with you Xu Changfeng." ”

Xu Changfeng subconsciously raised his head, looked at Mo Zhifeng and asked, "It's just me?"

"And Mr. Qin. ”

After listening to Mo Zhifeng's words, Xu Changfeng nodded with satisfaction. The tense nerves in his body at this time finally relaxed completely. Zhao Xinji's escape from prison finally came to a successful end.

In the future, if the Heavenly Supervisor wants to investigate him again, he will have to find a new reason, which is not an easy task.

"Bai Shushan, who are you, why do you want to help me?"

Xu Changfeng couldn't figure it out, he was sure that he definitely didn't know a person named Bai Shushan.

Mo Zhifeng sighed and sighed: "In the final analysis, the most capable of killing people without seeing blood is the pen and inkstone in the hands of you literati and ink writers......

Afterwards, the guards of the prison gave Xu Changfeng a good hot bath and changed him into clean clothes. But the red skin never disappeared, and his left hand still had no strength, and a discerning person could see that he was injured.

Xu Changfeng returned to the iron cage again, he was already sleepy after being tossed for most of the night, and he quickly fell asleep leaning on the iron fence.

After some time, he felt something slip into his sleeve. His heart shuddered, and he quickly understood what was going on. He forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and deliberately pretended to be sleeping to death.

It didn't take long for the movement in the sleeve to dissipate, but it was obvious that something was left in the sleeve.

The morning light once again dispelled the night, and Chang'an City ushered in a new day.

Outside the public hall of Chang'an Mansion, it has long been blocked by the crowd. They all wanted to see with their own eyes whether this Xu Changfeng was guilty or innocent.

Yesterday morning, almost the entire city thought he deserved to die. But since this prison book was circulated on the streets, more people think that Xu Changfeng was wronged.

Especially the last line of the poem, the compassion expresses the sad grievances in Xu Changfeng's heart.

Xu Changfeng finally stepped out of the prison, and the Chang'an guards put it in the carriage and went all the way to Chang'an Mansion.

Xu Changfeng was locked in the carriage alone, and carefully took out something from his sleeve. When he looked closely, it turned out to be a strand of green silk, and there were some knots tied to the green silk.

This is a knot code, which conveys information by the size and spacing of the knots.

Xu Changfeng groped for this green silk carefully, and the content expressed on the green silk was only three words.

"Xuandao Machine!" Xu Changfeng gritted his teeth and made a mosquito-like sound, "You're still alive!"