It was clear that in the past, when she told the prince that Xuanqing might be good at martial arts, the prince still didn't believe it.
She always felt that Xuanqing was just a down-and-out young man from a poor family in Chu Guan, unable to make any trouble.
……
The clear moonlight shone down, and there was silence in the huge cold moon platform. Only a low and forbearing moan could be heard.
Xuanqing leaned on the edge of the bed, and the iron chain that passed through his collarbone was tied to the stone pillar. He moved slightly, and the blood flowed out, and the bone-chilling pain hit him.
He leaned on the edge of the bed, trying hard to keep his eyes open to prevent himself from falling asleep.
He might as well be taken into Dayin Palace instead of being handed over to Lord Dayin like this, otherwise, there will really be no tomorrow for him.
Thinking about it, he endured the severe pain in his body and stood up.
His bony hands firmly grasped the iron chain and yanked hard.
The chain made a crisp sound, but it didn't move at all, which made him sweat so much that it hurt.
Xuanqing's eyes are firm.
He glanced at Wang Yi, who had fainted on the ground, and exhaled a deep breath.
Over the years, no matter what kind of adversity and what kind of suffering I have endured, I can never be defeated at the hands of a playboy.
"Young Master Xuanqing, this chain is made of black iron. You can't break free of it."
Yang Jin, the leader of the Ming Dynasty Army, walked in holding a long sword and whispered.
Xuanqing was startled for a moment, then suddenly laughed, but there was an unknown amount of bitterness in that laughter.
"The prince thinks so highly of me?"
"The prince said that Mr. Xuanqing has good looks but his identity is unknown. He is afraid of trouble, so it is better to play it safe."
Xuanqing slumped beside the bed, with this humiliating iron chain locked on his body. His eyes were scarlet, "I want to see Prince Yin."
"Your Majesty has already rested. I'm afraid I won't see you."
"I want to see Prince Yin." Xuanqing still said the same thing.
Yang Jin looked at him calmly and stated lightly, "Tomorrow morning, the young master will be able to see the crown prince."
After a pause, Yang Jin added, "I'm always outside. Master, just call me if you need anything."
Xuanqing's canthus eyes are about to split.
How could he be willing to be defeated by Yin Luzhu without any warning!
……
The next day.
I thought that Gu Tingfang had not yet gotten out of bed, but unexpectedly, he went to court early.
Above the Golden Palace, Gu Tingfang sat on the golden dragon seat that symbolized supremacy. His charming eyes opened slightly and looked directly at Yin Luzhu.
"I heard that you found the murderer who assassinated Gu?"
Yin Luzhu took a step forward, nodded and said: "After my sleepless search and analysis all night long, the murderer has been found, and he is outside the palace at the moment."
Seeing the confident look on her face, Gu Tingfang was a little confused for a moment.
Nodding, he ordered: "Bring the people up."
Within a moment, two figures walked into the golden palace one after another.
The ministers heard the sound and looked around. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were all startled.
In the past, the man who was unparalleled in elegance, handsome and elegant, at this moment, his green shirt was stained with blood, and his pipa bones were tightly locked by a thousand-year-old iron chain.
He staggered on his feet and walked in step by step while being restrained.
When he arrived in front of the temple, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground.
"Caomin, Xuanqing... pay homage to your Majesty."
"Grass, grass people, grass people Wang Yi... pay homage to your Majesty!"
Looking at the two people in embarrassment in front of them, the courtiers exploded with a "beep", and there was a lot of discussion.