She stood in front of the prison, separated by an iron fence, and inside was the dangerous assassin.
She could hardly speak a word.
Jiang Huaiyang seemed to feel her emotions, and after thinking for a moment, he put a hand on her shoulder. Her shoulders were a little bony, and it was obvious through her clothes that she looked like a fairly well-proportioned little lady, but now she felt a little skinny to the touch.
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He frowned slightly and thought, she in the dream was not so delicate, but she had everything she should have, and she was fine and fine. Although the Cheng family didn't treat her well, they probably didn't eat or drink less. Why?
It makes people look so weak and helpless.
Ruan Yuyi felt the weight on her shoulders, and she knew who it was without looking back. She felt more at ease, withdrew her eyes, and thought about it carefully.
Suddenly, a pattern flashed through her mind.
Her eyes lit up and she turned around and said, "Your Highness, I remember that he has a three-point pattern tattoo on his wrist." After telling him this, she felt relieved, as if she had been relieved of some heavy responsibility.
I feel like I finally lived up to their expectations.
Hearing this, Jiang Huaiyang turned his head and asked Jing Zhaoyin, "Did you notice it when you arrested him?" Logically speaking, if he had changed his clothes, the jailer guarding him would have noticed something strange about him, not to mention
A place like your wrist.
Jing Zhaoyin shook his head and said seriously, "But there was a wound on his wrist, the size of a copper coin. It seemed that a piece had been cut off with a sharp blade." If they really discovered this, how could they hide it and not report it.
Jiang Huaiyang looked at the assassin inside, his expression darkened. There was a mark-like tattoo on his hand, indicating that there must be an organization behind this person. Now that the tattoo has been gouged out, it means that he has been abandoned by his employer——
"Come here, go in and restrain him, especially be careful not to let his upper and lower teeth bite together!" He suddenly thought of something and ordered sharply.
The clerk hurriedly took out a large number of keys, but in a panic he couldn't find which one was which.
It's too late.
The assassin lowered his head and sneered, almost biting his tongue.
Who in their line of work would be afraid of death? As long as nothing happened at home, no one would be willing to sacrifice their lives for others. He had long expected that such a day would come, but in the past he was worried about his aging mother and seriously ill daughter at home.
He quietly returned home yesterday. This was the only time in more than ten years. When he could find his home based on his memory, he heard from the villagers that his entire family had died more than ten years ago.
There was a fire, and now even the coffin was probably rotten to the point where there were only some withered bones left.
Only then did he realize that the man's promise of taking good care of his family was always just a scam to make him loyal and work for him.
He had nothing left. He was caught by them on purpose and waited until now to attack him, just to appreciate their looks of being teased.
It was so interesting. Look at Mr. Jing Zhaoyin, his face was so angry that he was distorted.
He laughed. Blood gurgled out from the corners of his mouth, staining his chin with a sticky stickiness, which was very scary. He felt that there was blood in his mouth, and he wanted to lick it with his tongue, but he could no longer control the tongue that was almost out of his mouth.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Jiang Huaiyang unconsciously put his hands on Ruan Yuyi's eyes.
He frowned slightly, he was used to such scenes, but he was afraid that this little lady, who was so delicate that she could scare even a mouse, would also be frightened by the sight in front of her.
Because he had to cover her eyes, the two of them were almost standing next to each other. He could feel her eyelashes moving under his hands, which made his palms slightly itchy and extremely hot. He seemed to be able to feel the blood on her face.
flow.
"...Your Highness?" Ruan Yuyi's eyes were suddenly covered, and Ruan Yuyi called out softly as if she had fallen into the fog.
There was darkness in front of her eyes, but because her eyes were not closed completely, the black was not very pure. It was darker and lighter, and mixed with this red. She could almost imagine the color of the tips of her ears based on this red.
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She grabbed his hand and tried to take it away from her eyes.
Perhaps because she had lost her vision, her other senses were extremely sensitive. She noticed that the prince's body today did not have the fragrance of the past, but an ordinary soap scent, which inexplicably had a sense of strength in a man, so she felt a little reassured.
Be determined.
The hand holding him withdrew its strength and covered him gently instead.
However, what she didn't know was that the fragrance was indeed incense. It was originally used to cover up the heavy blood on her body after the palace change. Later, as time went by, she got used to it, and as the servants played with it, she got used to it.
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It's useless today just because he stayed at Jingzhao Mansion last night.
At this time, the jailer had opened the door and rushed the person to stop the bleeding. It was not because he wanted to let him go, but because after all, there was no reason to let the speaker die before the words came out.
Only then did Jiang Huaiyang let go of his hand and squeezed it slightly. The warm and delicate touch seemed to remain on it.
Suddenly she saw bright light, but she was not used to it. Her eyes were in a trance, and she blinked twice before she regained consciousness.
"Do you have paper and pen?" He turned and asked Jing Zhaoyin directly.
Jing Zhaoyin was still a bit unresponsive, but he still ordered the clerks on the side, "I'm still waiting for you." He led them to the table outside.
After a short while, the clerk took some paper and pen, placed them on the table, grinded the ink, and then moved them aside.
Jiang Huaiyang glanced at Ruan Yuyi and said, "Draw the tattoos you see and be careful not to make any mistakes."
She responded, picked up the pen, made three triangle-shaped dots on it, then put down the pen, "Your Highness, this is the pattern." When the knife stabbed over, the man moved his hand forward.
With the stretching movement, the sleeves slid inward a little.
Although it only passed by in a flash, the structure of this tattoo is simple, so it is not mistaken.
Seeing this pattern, Wen Zhi's eyes could not help but widen slightly, and he murmured, "This is not-" He was not the only assassin with such a tattoo, but the two previous ones were also successful, but they were cruel and saw that
He failed without taking any action and bit out the poison hidden in his mouth on the spot.
As a result, to this day, they still know nothing about this group of people.
Jiang Huaiyang recognized it, his eyes suddenly darkened, he pursed his lips, but did not speak.
Just when Jing Zhaoyin asked someone to put this piece of paper away, a small official came in from the door with an ugly face. He cupped his hands and said, "Sir, that man lost too much blood. The young men used plant ash and plaster, and they were all injured."
Invalid, now it is..."
Jing Zhaoyin waved his hand and told him to step back. Then he looked at Jiang Huaiyang, "Look at this -"
"When did you have to ask me for permission to bury someone?" His voice was as cold as a cold pool in March, which made Jing Zhaoyin shiver and he quickly agreed.
The person who wanted to assassinate him seemed to have already planted his roots in the capital, and the roots were knotted underneath. They would not give up until he died. It was just that the enemy was in the dark, and unless the person behind the scenes was uncovered, they could only remain passive.