In the Shenghe Temple, the door of the courtyard where Jiang Huaiyang stayed was ajar.
Ruan Yuyi raised her skirt and stepped forward. When the guard saw it was her, although he was still looking ahead, as if he couldn't see her, he still stepped aside.
But she did not go in immediately, but stopped in front of the half-open door. In the three-finger-wide door gap, she could faintly see the Buddhist hall, which was dark inside. Because it was blocked, she could not see
No candlelight or incense.
No matter how many there are, they will never be seen again.
Maybe she saw an empty scene in front of her, and there was no one in the gap between the doors, and her heart suddenly felt empty.
She suspected that the crown prince was still absent, and she was afraid that she was just a dispensable role to him, and that her actions in the past few days had been in vain. She was afraid that she would be left alone again.
So I didn't dare to go in.
The guard had just taken the shift today, so he was wondering. His Majesty had clearly told him that this girl was allowed to enter through the front door, so why didn't she just go in?
The guard glanced at her and saw that she was leaning slightly, with blue hair and snow-skinned skin, and she was carefully looking in. She clearly did nothing, and she was pitying her. He couldn't see it, so he said, "Girl, just go in,
Mr. Wen has been waiting for you inside for half an hour."
Ruan Yuyi didn't expect that he would talk to her, so she smiled restrainedly, nodded slightly, and opened the door.
Except for the Buddhist hall, all the scenes inside were also shown to her. The wing room with the door closed, the banyan tree with thousands of red silk hanging down, the smooth stone tables and chairs, and then she felt that her feet were in the real place.
Seeing that it was her, Wen Zhi came up to greet her and gave a slight salute, "Miss Ruan, the master has been busy these days and has no time, so please bear with me. I will still accompany the master in the next few days."
I hope this girl doesn't mind and just comes over as usual and spends more time with the master. After all, the master's dreaminess symptoms have indeed alleviated a lot since she appeared.
Seeing that the master is getting better and his temperament seems to be gentler, they, as servants, are no longer frightened every day.
"Where are you, Mr. Wen?" she said.
He glanced at her quietly, and as expected, he didn't see any sullen look on her face. Instead, she smiled lightly and felt relieved.
Then he continued, "My master has been busy with the assassin recently. It is also my master's order for me to come here today.
"I feel ashamed to say that when I escorted the assassin before, I told him to run away. Although many people had seen the assassin, he was masked. I have to trouble you to identify him and see if he is still right.
There is some impression of the body shape.”
Hearing this, Ruan Yuyi immediately recalled the situation at that time. She was so frightened that she really had no impression of it. But since it was the prince's request, she still agreed.
So a few people went to Jingzhao Mansion together.
Ruan Yuyi picked up her skirt, put her hand on Mu Xiang's hand, and got off the carriage. In front of her eyes was the Jingzhao Mansion. It had red walls, black tiles, and a plaque inscribed with gold characters. It was two stories high, which was even taller than the trees on one side.
, which is full of dignity.
Wen Zhi walked slowly in front of her and led her to knock on the door. The clerk guarding the door saw the visitor and bowed his head slightly to show respect.
After passing the corridor all the way, I turned into a narrow stone door, allowing only one person to pass through.
When I peeked in, it was really dark inside, with a lot of wet moss crawling under the corners, and thick iron chains nailed to the walls to serve as handrails.
This is a dungeon where death row prisoners are temporarily held. Jingzhao Mansion has its special characteristics because of the capital city under its jurisdiction. It can exempt the three-level judicial committee from interrogating and sentenced the death penalty in court. But Ruan Yuyi, a girl from the boudoir, has never entered such a place, even if
He was just invited to identify him.
She hesitated on the outermost step.
Wen Zhi realized that she had not followed, so he turned around and said, "Miss Ruan, the master is waiting inside. In addition, the floor inside is dirty and rarely cleaned. I hope you will be more careful."
She glanced at the steps at her feet, nodded slightly, then lifted her skirt and went in, with Mu Xiang following behind her.
I don't know how many twists and turns, the steps finally bottomed out. In front of me, there was an open space as big as four beds, with only a square table and four benches. There were several cells connected on three sides.
Not far away, a young man in black clothes with long jade legs stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair was like a waterfall, and he had an awe-inspiring aura.
She followed Wen Zhi forward, bowed gracefully, opened her mouth and said in a soft voice, "Your Highness."
But Jiang Huaiyang turned around and hummed in a low voice.
He looked at her intently. There were only a few candles on the wall, but the silver butterfly on her hair reflected the sparkling light. Her voice seemed to turn into a jade bead. He could feel that he
My heart was stirred up in circles.
He looked away, "You have had close contact with that assassin, but do you still remember his characteristics?"
"Your Highness, can you let me take a look?" she asked tentatively.
Jing Zhaoyin on the side noticed this young lady with outstanding appearance and was also surprised. Although she was a little surprised by her address to the new emperor, she took the initiative and said, "Girl, she is over here."
Seeing the look on the new emperor's face, he actually vaguely understood why His Majesty personally took charge of the case this time. Therefore, now he almost regarded Ruan Yuyi as his rescuer, and he was naturally more attentive.
Ruan Yuyi glanced at Jiang Huaiyang subconsciously, and asked him what he meant.
His heart suddenly softened when he saw it, and a strange thought came to his mind - she was relying on him. After he nodded slightly, she was led away by Jing Zhaoyin.
I don't know whether it's to save some candles or something else, but there are only a few candle lights next to the cell, which is even darker than the outside. There are iron bars on both sides, so dark that you can only vaguely make out whether there are people living inside.
Suddenly, Ruan Yuyi felt a small shadow flash under her feet. She took a breath of cold air and ducked to the side, just in time to bump into a hard chest.
She subconsciously apologized softly, but she heard Jiang Huaiyang's voice above her head, "Afraid?" He seemed to sneer.
Her face turned red, and she felt that she had made a fuss. This was a prison, and it was built underground. After all, it was humid, and it was normal for there to be more rats and ants.
She remained silent and walked farther away before continuing to walk forward. When she reached the innermost room, Jing Zhaoyin stopped. The clerk on the side quickly lit the lamp on the wall.
Now the vision becomes clearer.
There was only some straw and nothing else in the cell. The ground looked a little wet, soaking it into a dark color. Even though it had only been half a day since he was arrested, the person sitting against the wall was already wearing prison clothes and had no clothes.
Cover your face again.
He had a broad face and a straight nose, and raised a pair of falcon-like eyes to stare at several people, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"It's him. This matter is of great importance. Girl, you're going to have to reminisce." Jing Zhaoyin said with a hint of guidance.
If we can start from this person, if everything goes well, we may be able to find the hands behind the scenes, and maybe uproot the entire force. This is a great achievement.
Ruan Yuyi knew that this matter was important, but being stared at by those eyes made her feel a little scared. The cold light kept flashing back in her mind, and even her already well-protected arm seemed to be aching.
But the more others showed the importance of her identification, the more confused her thoughts became.