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There was no fire in the room, only an incense burner in the corner. The cold bluestone brick floor gave the whole room a hint of extreme cold.

His hands and feet were cuffed, and the chains were dug deep into the wall, and no matter how much he twisted his body, he couldn't break free.

At the other end of the room, a warm thatched blanket was spread on the floor, and a screen with a picture of Muni sacrificing himself to feed a tiger stood a foot behind the door, and behind the screen there was a small case with warm tea.

An Guangmao sat down behind the desk, staring at the person who was chained in the corner.

The man seemed to be having some nightmare, and his brows were furrowed in the dream, and he whispered a few words in a low dream before he woke up leisurely.

After opening his eyes and seeing An Guangmao in front of him, Zhao Wuan chuckled: "I didn't expect that we would meet again in this situation, Antiha." ”

He moved his hands and feet, and found that he was already firmly bound, so he simply did not struggle, and knelt on the spot as if he was fated.

An Guangmao frowned, his expression was complicated, he poured a cup of tea, and said quietly: "I don't think it's possible for you to kill people, why do you have to take all these responsibilities?"

Zhao Wu'an said with a smile: "Ci Xuan, Ci Wei, Ci Hong, and the abbot Ji Xuan, I killed them, how can I say that I am guilty?"

responded seriously, but Zhao Wuan's hand was not idle. Despite the handcuffs, he struggled to point to the wall and then to his own ear.

Pitchers have ears.

An Guangmao's eyes widened slightly.

He dipped his fingers in the tea, wrote and drew on the screen, and held the tea cup in his other hand, took a sip, and asked, "In that case, why kill people?"

The picture on the screen reads: Found the murderer?

Zhao Wu'an smiled smugly and nodded, "I couldn't say it before, but now I can talk about it in the face of Antiha." ”

An Guangmao's expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "Say." ”

While lifting the kettle and pouring tea.

Zhao Wu'an said slowly: "Look at the place I am in now, does Antihath think that there are such things as shackles and handcuffs in ordinary temples? ”

An Guangmao said quietly: "I heard that when the first abbot sat in meditation, he imprisoned himself here, retreated and enlightened for forty-nine days, and the dripping water did not enter the drop of rice and did not touch, and after leaving the customs, the Buddhism was completed, which created the prestige of the famous temple in the world of Jiuda Temple. ”

And he wrote another sentence on the screen: The mystery is hidden in the Jiuda Temple?

Zhao Wu'an smiled: "That's good. But that was just the beginning, and after the abbot sat down, the place changed its taste. Many little monks, because they made some small mistakes, were punished here and confined for a few days, which can be said to be a place in Jiuda Temple that makes people talk about the tiger's color. ”

Of course, this is Zhao Wu'an's nonsense. If it weren't for the purpose of imprisoning Zhao Wu'an, the room used by the first abbot would not have been opened at all.

"What does this have to do with you killing people?"

"Just do it casually, I am the Zhao family, is there anyone who can control me in this Great Song Dynasty?" Zhao Wu'an looked at An Guangmao with a smile, "Antioch, I advise you not to kill yourself." It's not a good thing to mess with me. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Wu'an stretched out his immobile foot and lightly stepped on the floor tiles under his feet.

An Guangmao frowned, shook his head and said, "Zhao Jushi, I believe you won't kill anyone, but you have to come up with evidence." It's not easy to deceive An Guangmao. ”

His expression was serious and confused, he brushed the words from the screen with his sleeves, and put his hands on a few cases, obviously no longer intending to continue writing.

This also can't blame him, after all, Zhao Wu'an's answer is too ambiguous. An Guangmao has always been thoughtful in his life and will not act rashly. Even if it is Zhao Wu'an, it is quite difficult to get him to trust him unwaveringly.

What's more, on the Sin Lotus Pagoda, Zhao Wu'an personally confessed to killing the abbot, which was a fact that the three abbots all admitted in unison.

An Guangmao stared at Zhao Wu'an, the latter's face turned slightly blue, obviously unable to withstand the cold bluestone ground, and had already begun to use internal force to keep out the cold.

In order to prevent him from hiding the murder weapon in his clothes, Zhao Wu'an's clothes have been stripped off, and now he is only wearing a loose obscene clothes, kneeling barefoot on the bluestone brick floor, and looking at An Guangmao from afar.

Zhao Wu'an exhaled a cold breath and asked with a smile: "I wonder if Antihath saw my box?

An Guangmao was stunned, and his doubts were even worse. In his impression, Zhao Wu'an had to carry the sword box at all times, and it was even more important than his life, how could he just drop it?

When he was puzzled, An Guangmao saw Zhao Wu'an's trembling body, constantly squeezing his eyebrows at him.

Zhao Jushi, who has always been lazy and idle, showed this kind of expression, which really made people want to laugh, but An Guangmao has always been a serious master, and he can distinguish the occasion even more.

At this time, Zhao Wu'an was deeply suspicious, and he was afraid that the wall had ears and could not tell the truth of the matter, so giving An Guangmao a hint and letting him investigate by himself was obviously the best way.

An Guangmao, who knew Zhao Wu'an's intentions, put down the teacup and nodded lightly: "I know." ”

From the bottom of his heart, An Guangmao certainly didn't believe that it was Zhao Wu'an who killed him. But since he is sitting here to judge him now, he has to distinguish between public and private, and he cannot judge right and wrong from his own opinion. Now that Zhao Wu'an has already given a hint, An Guangmao can at least find some clues.

An Guangmao stood up, took off the fur on his body, stepped down the warm blanket, and draped it over Zhao Wu'an's body.

"Thank you Antihath for your kindness, but I don't accept it. Zhao Wuan said earnestly.

An Guangmao looked at him, his heart was complicated, and he just said: "For the sake of you being the Zhao family, whether it is true or not, you can't freeze to death here." ”

But this green brick is really unimaginably cold. An Guangmao just stood on top of his shoes for a while, and he was already chilling.

Zhao Wu'an grinned and said, "That's natural, you don't dare to kill me." ”

It's really pretending to be like it.

An Guangmao sighed in his heart and pushed the door out.

The incense burner in the corner of the wall was still smoky, and Zhao Wu'an shrank on top of a cold floor tile, trembling all over, his lips were purple.

The floor tiles were unusually cold, even if Zhao Wu'an shrunk his body into a ball, the bluestone brick under his buttocks still showed no signs of being heated, and it was so cold that people's teeth were chattering.

The beauty was snatched away, and the sword box was deliberately left by him, and at this time Zhao Wuan was really unarmed, and his hands and feet were still bound. If anyone were to take his life, it was clearly the best option now.

Zhao Wuan did not hesitate to risk his life, but also to induce the murderer to expose himself. Hongyuan died, but left a suicide note to identify himself, forcing Cihong to go crazy, which is one thing. It is another thing to kill Ci Xuan, Ci Wai, and Ji Xuan one after another, and then lead the water of disaster to himself.

No matter what the matter is, the mastermind behind the scenes will definitely come straight to Zhao Wu'an. He was mentally prepared for this.

Therefore, no matter how cold the floor tiles where the abbots were imprisoned were unusually cold, Zhao Wu'an did not find it strange, but tried his best to resist the cold while preoccupying his full attention on guarding against possible enemy attacks.

Clear footsteps came from outside the door, and correspondingly, a figure was reflected in the setting sun on the door.

Zhao Wu'an pulled the handcuffs, stood up desperately, pulled the chains all over his body straight, and stared at the door of the house.

Before An Guangmao went out, it stands to reason that the door should have been locked. Then the one who can come in must be the one with the key......

Before Zhao Wu'an's idea took shape, he heard a click outside, and then he saw Yang Hujiao, who was holding a waist knife in his hand, pushing the door in, looking at him, and shouted with a happy face: "Zhao Jushi is really here!"

Zhao Wu'an wanted to cry without tears: "You didn't leave?"

Duan Taoli, who was standing outside the door, stretched out his jade hand and pressed it on Yang Hujiao's chest, pushed him back, walked in by himself, rushed to Zhao Wu'an, and hugged him tightly in his arms: "Brother Jialan!"

As the two jade rabbits on Duan Taoli's chest jumped into Zhao Wu'an's arms, the girl's fragrance also penetrated into the tip of his nose, Zhao Wu'an sighed, this time he really wanted to cry and had no tears.

After hugging enough of the disheveled Zhao Wu'an, Duan Taoli let go of his hand, observed the handcuffs and shackles that imprisoned Zhao Wu'an, and immediately said, "I'll save you out!"

As he spoke, he reached for the dagger at his waist.

Zhao Wu'an hurriedly persuaded: "Don't don't, don't! If you save me now, you really can't leave!"

"I'm going to leave Duan Taoli, can a little Jiuda Temple stop it?" Duan Taoli was arrogant, "Brother Jialan, don't worry, let Xiaoli protect you in the future!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his dagger and slashed at the shackles in Zhao Wu'an's hand.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were quick, he took a step back on tiptoe, and finally flashed Duan Taoli's knife, and hurriedly said: "Hugh is going to be obsessed! You are a princess in Valan, although you are hunted down by the royal family, there are people who are willing to protect you." If you know the law and break the law, you will definitely be severely punished. What will happen to your country, your father?"

Duan Taoli was stunned by this, frowned, and said very unhappily: "So what? Brother Jialan has helped me so much before, I don't want to watch Brother Jialan suffer." ”

Behind Duan Taoli, more than a dozen big men gradually rushed into the brain. Looking at the room full of Valan people, Zhao Wu'an really couldn't scream if he was really suffering.

However, since he pretended to be a child of the royal family, he had to pretend to the end. If you confess the truth at this time, wouldn't it be a surprise?

Facing Princess Valan with a bitter face, Zhao Wu'an said softly and comfortingly: "It's okay, your brother Jialan, I am surnamed Zhao, do you know that the surname Zhao is the same as the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty." Don't worry, they won't hurt me. ”

Duan Taoli opened his cherry mouth slightly, and the dagger in his hand also shrank back, as if he believed Zhao Wu'an's words.

Zhao Wu'an breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this girl is easy to deceive, otherwise her hard work will be ruined.

Duan Taoli reluctantly withdrew the dagger, as if he felt that the ground under his feet was cold, took a few steps back, and said glutinously: "Then you have to promise me to live." ”

"I promise you. Zhao Wu'an replied immediately.

Duan Taoli sniffed, saw the incense burner in the corner, and frowned: "This sandalwood is really inferior." ”

"Naturally, it is not as good as your Valan's spices. For every three girls in Valan, one has a family heirloom incense-making skills, who doesn't know?" Zhao Wu'an replied lightly.

Duan Taoli seemed to glance at Zhao Wu'an complainingly, no longer entangled, and obediently turned his head and left.

The Valan men in the room looked at each other for a moment, and they all followed the princess. Yang Hujiao, who walked at the end, handed Zhao Wu'an a helpless look, stayed at the end, slowly retreated, and closed the door with his hand.

However, Zhao Wu'an didn't calm down for a while, and the closed door was pushed open again.

He thought it was Duan Taoli who went and returned, and in a hurry, he began to fabricate some rhetoric again, but he didn't expect that it was An Qing who walked in this time.

The girl walked over to him without saying a word, with some confusion and some complaint in her eyes. She walked to the end of the carpet, looked down at the cold bluestone slab, took a half step back, and sat down on the edge of the blanket.

Zhao Wu'an sighed: "Your father is gone, what are you still doing." ”

However, An Qing just stared at his face and turned a deaf ear to Zhao Wu'an's words. Rao is Zhao Wu'an, who has experienced a hundred battles, and he was also stared at by An Qing's eyes.

After a long time, An Qing said word by word: "You didn't kill people, absolutely not." ”

In the cold room, the girl's words were loud.

It was like a blazing firework, and suddenly, it ignited a corner of Zhao Wuan's long-dormant silence.