Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

Chapter 31 Shaoqing is sentenced.

At the Jingzhe place, Jing Hanzhang sat down on the main seat boldly, tilted his head and said lazily: "Then what is written on it?"

Yan Xingyu sat at the side and glanced at Shixing to read a volume of files, and extracted a brief content for him: "I didn't find anything."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Jing Hanzhang gave a "tsk" sound: "Didn't it be several days ago, so many Awakening Guards failed to find anything useful?"

Yan Xingyu said: "To be able to easily escape from so many Jingzhe Guards, that thief has a lot of lightness skills, and there are only a handful of people in the entire capital city who have such skills."

Jing Hanzhang: "Why don't we just search for it?"

"Difficult." Yan Xingyu read out the three names, "One of them is the Jingzhe Guard, who was guarding the palace gate that night; the other was the guard of the eldest princess, who was not in the capital city at that time. There is another..."

He flipped through the scroll, raised his eyes to look at Jing Hanzhang, and said, "It's Dali Temple Shaoqing, Feng Chenzhou."

"Feng Chenzhou?" Jing Hanzhang thought for a while, "Oh, that Yin Tianle who locked himself in the prison?"

Yan Xingyu raised his eyebrows: "Is he actually a cloudy one?"

Jing Hanzhang nodded: "What's wrong with him?"

"The dossier says there is nothing wrong with it." Yan Xingyu said, "But he also has the key to the prison of Dali Temple. Dali Temple is only two streets away from the Prince Regent's Mansion. If he escapes from the prison without anyone noticing, it is very likely .”

Jing Hanzhang clapped the case and said, "It's him."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

This is too hasty.

Yan Chenxi, who had just changed his clothes and hurried over, turned green when he heard these words, he walked over quickly, and said in a deep voice: "It is impossible for Feng Chenzhou to be the one who stole the treasures of the Regent's Palace. Your Highness, don't jump to conclusions. "

Seeing him coming, Yan Xingyu nodded slightly, and bowed obediently: "I have seen Commander Yan."

Commander Yan glared at him for some reason.

Yan Xingyu didn't understand why.

Jing Hanzhang crossed his legs with a half-smile: "Commander Yan, no wonder you haven't found any useful clues for so many days. It turns out that you are investigating the case out of selfishness."

Yan Chenxi turned his eyes coldly to Jing Hanzhang again: "Feng Chenzhou served in the Shocking Insect Guard a few years ago, I can learn from His Majesty's heart, and I will never steal treasures."

Jing Hanzhang stared at Yan Chenxi, and suddenly laughed, and Yan Xingyu, who had been quiet all this time, also raised his head.

After Yan Chenxi finished speaking, she realized that she seemed to have exposed something, and immediately regretted it.

Jing Hanzhang asked Yan Xingyu to hand the file to him, tossed it casually in his hand, and said indifferently: "According to Commander Yan's words, you should already know what the lost treasure of the Regent's Palace is, so His Highness would like to ask the Commander why this file is But no words were mentioned?"

Yan Chenxi's face was a little ugly.

Jing Hanzhang finally stood up from the chair, and threw the perfunctory Jianzong directly on the table, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he seemed to change his face, and said coldly: "Since the commander doesn't say anything, then I will check it myself. "

He said to Yan Xingyu: "Let's go to Dali Temple."

After all, walk away.

Yan Xingyu hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Xingyu resigns."

Aman was about to push him away, when Yan Chenxi suddenly said: "Xingyu."

Yan Xingyu turned his head and asked doubtfully, "Does Commander Yan have anything else to do?"

Yan Chenxi took a deep breath before meeting his gaze, and said, "It's been so many days since you've been back, and you haven't gone to the general's mansion yet. Father, he... misses you very much."

Yan Xingyu was slightly stunned, thinking that he would take revenge on himself for Jing Hanzhang's nonsense, but he didn't expect such a sentence.

Yan Xingyu's eyes curved, and he smiled: "Okay, I will visit my uncle someday."

Yan Chenxi breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "Well, let's go."

Yan Xingyu nodded: "Yes, brother."

Yan Chenxi froze for a moment, and it wasn't until Yan Xingyu walked for a long time that he realized that his gloomy face finally softened.

Jing Zhewei said tremblingly at the side: "Commander, that Feng Chenzhou..."

Yan Chenxi didn't get angry when Jing Hanzhang put his face down like this, he picked up the file and flipped through it, saying: "Feng Chenzhou is fine, they can't find anything."

On the carriage to Dali Temple, Jing Hanzhang kicked Yan Xingyu's toes, frowned and said, "Why is there no problem, apart from him, isn't there no one else in this capital who has such skills?"

Yan Xingyu sighed and said, "But next month will be the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, the Holy Majesty will give me amnesty, and the curfew will be lifted. There will be countless people coming and going in the capital city, Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang put his arms around his arms and said impatiently: "I don't care, I'm going to seal up Chenzhou."

He is the only obvious clue. If he doesn't go, Jing Hanzhang has no idea how to find a needle in a haystack in such a big capital city.

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Yan Xingyu had no choice but to play around with him.

Soon, the two of them crossed half of the city and arrived at Dali Temple. When the people of Dali Temple saw His Highness Seventh coming, they hurriedly greeted him in fear.

When they heard that they were looking for Feng Chenzhou, everyone showed embarrassment, and it was a jailer who came over and welcomed His Highness the Seventh Prince to the prison of Dali Temple with some shame.

After all, everyone would feel ashamed that there was a sick Shaoqing in their Dali Temple.

The prison of Dali Temple was extremely humid and cold. Yan Xingyu shivered uncontrollably as soon as he entered, and lightly wrapped the cloak around his shoulders tightly.

Jing Hanzhang was looking at the prison around him boredly in front of him. He didn't know if he felt something, so he glanced back.

Yan Xingyu's face was pale, and he was slipping his hands into his sleeves.

Jing Hanzhang frowned: "Is there no charcoal in the stove?"

Yan Xingyu nodded.

Jing Hanzhang looked at the Prisoner at the side with some displeasure, and the Prisoner had great eyesight, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I will let someone add charcoal for you."

Only then did Jing Hanzhang ease his expression.

After a while, Yan Xingyu embraced the new small hand stove.

Jing Hanzhang asked: "Is it still cold?"

Yan Xingyu shook his head, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and said warmly, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang snorted, but he found this sentence extremely useful.

He knew Yan Xingyu's body best, he would suffer from the cold for a long time, when Jing Hanzhang saw his pale face, he seemed to empathize with him, and instinctively wanted to make him feel better.

"I just don't want him to be sick when I pass through." Jing Hanzhang was still thinking, "The one who will suffer then will be myself."

The prison in Dali Temple was large and deep, and it took a quarter of an hour for several people to finally reach the depths of the prison—the place where people who committed serious crimes were often held.

The innermost cell was dark and cold. Jing Hanzhang's shoes made a slight clicking sound when they stepped on the floor, and the sound of Yan Xingyu's wheelchair sliding on the ground annoyed the sleeping person lying in the corner of the cell, and he moved impatiently. Turn over and continue to sleep.

Prison Cheng ran over and patted the iron bars of the prison: "Master Shaoqing, Shaoqing! Wake up, His Highness Seventh Prince has arrived!"

Master Shaoqing was dressed in a prison uniform, with white hair messily spread in the haystack, looking as embarrassed as a beggar.

After being woken up, Shaoqing reluctantly sat up, rubbing her messy hair, her face full of sleepiness: "Who's here? Which princess?"

Seven "Princess": "..."

Prison Cheng's face turned pale, and he desperately lowered his voice: "It's the Seventh Prince and Seventh Highness!"

But this prison is too empty, even if the voice is lowered, the people next to it can still hear it clearly.

Jing Hanzhang crossed his arms, and threatened Yan Xingyu, who was smiling, with a half-smile: "Do you dare to smile?"

Yan Xingyu didn't laugh out loud, but his eyes were curved and his face was full of smiles.

In just one sentence, Feng Chenzhou has dragged the chain slowly to the iron fence, squinting his eyes to see people.

Yan Xingyu glanced at him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yuxi has lived in Hanruo Temple for many years, and he always likes to drag him to study some strange disease records, among which is "Yintianle".

It is said that people with cloudy sky disease are all white, with red eyes and white hair, and even their eyebrows and eyelashes are white.

Yan Xingyu couldn't imagine what Yin Tianle looked like at first, but this time he finally saw it.

That Feng Chenzhou was just like what was recorded in the disease, with white hair all over his head, his eyelashes and eyebrows were all snow-white, but his eyes were not red, but with a light pink like a begonia flower. With a little demon-like charm.

This Lord Shaoqing was handsome, with snow white from head to toe, not only did not have the strangeness that Yan Xingyu had imagined in his mind before, but it made this man look like a fairy - but this fairy was a bit downcast and was scratching his hair sloppily.

Feng Chenzhou squinted his eyes for a long time, and finally recognized Jing Hanzhang. He was not afraid, and pretended to bow and salute: "I have seen His Royal Highness, Feng Chenzhou."

Jing Hanzhang looked at him indifferently, and said: "When the sinner sees His Highness, he should kneel down to see him."

Feng Chenzhou was extremely thick-skinned, and when he saw this, he lifted his clothes and knelt down, and kowtowed politely: "The guilty minister has seen His Highness Seven."

Jing Hanzhang lowered his eyes proudly, looked down at him from above, and said, "Can you plead guilty to the loss of treasures in the Regent's Palace?"

Feng Chenzhou raised his head, smiled, and said: "Your Highness, before asking the crime, can the guilty minister take the liberty to ask a question?"

Jing Hanzhang said: "Ask."

Hearing this, Feng Chenzhou let out a dry cough, raised his paws to smooth out his messy long hair, and pulled out the withered grass stuck in his hair, trying to create the appearance of a handsome nobleman.

Then the beggar-like gentleman smiled politely at Yan Xingyu who was watching him quietly, his eyes curved, and said, "I don't know what the name of this gentleman is?"

Jing Hanzhang frowned: "This is what you want to ask?"

"That's right." Feng Chenzhou was very innocent, "My mother said, you have to stalk the person you love, otherwise you won't be able to catch up with him."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang said sadly: "What kind of person do you fall in love with? Who do you fall in love with?"

Yan Xingyu was a little dazed, not knowing why he was suddenly involved because he was just following here for questioning.

He showed this deer-like expression, and the eyes of Feng Chenzhou, who was blinded by his lust, even brightened, he grabbed the railing, and the chains on his wrists jingled.

"Young master." Feng Chenzhou said to him, "How old are you? Do you have a marriage? I can go out in three days. Then I will go to your house to propose marriage!"

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Jing Hanzhang's face was gloomy, he raised his foot and kicked directly on the railing, with his toes touching the iron railing, his clothes hanging down, he stared coldly at Feng Chenzhou, and said word by word: "My Highness is asking you something."

Only then did Feng Chenzhou look up at him: "What did His Highness just ask?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Prisoner standing beside him was almost soaking his cotton clothes in cold sweat, this Mr. Shaoqing...is really stubborn, and he still has time to flirt in front of His Highness the Seventh Prince.

Jing Hanzhang looked condescendingly into Feng Chenzhou's eyes for a long time, and laughed out of anger.

"Feng Chenzhou, you are fine."

He lifted the hem of his clothes, and said coldly to the Prisoner beside him: "Put it to death."

Prisoner: "..."

Prisoner directly knelt down: "Your Highness! This..."

Yan Xingyu was also a little worried. To be able to achieve the position of Shaoqing in Dali Temple, he must be a person of pride. If he is sentenced to death before he is convicted, the reputation of Jing Hanzhang will be worse if it spreads.

He was thinking of persuading him when he heard a plop.

Yan Xingyu looked back.

Feng Chenzhou knelt straight on the ground, kowtowed his forehead to the ground, and begged loudly for mercy without any hesitation or shame.

"Your Highness, please spare me! Your Highness, calm down! I'm not a good brainer, and everyone in Dali Temple knows it. Be careful of your body, don't be like a fool!"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

Yan Xingyu: "..."

Proud...proud...