Yu Wan sat on the horse's back and waited anxiously.

What exactly did Yan Jiuchao see? First, his spine froze, then he felt like he was struck by lightning, and then he was fixed there. Then, he entered the house.

Yu Wan could no longer see him.

"Your young master will not be in trouble, right?" Yu Wan asked the silver-faced guard beside her.

The guard did not answer, and even ignored her, and looked motionlessly in the direction of the broken hut.

Yu Wan only felt that she was talking to a dead man, her back was cold, and like him, she paid attention to the movements of the broken hut.

After a while, Yan Jiuchao came out, holding a man in his arms. Judging from his figure, it was Yu Wan's father, Yu Shaoqing.

A silver-faced escort walked forward and took Yu Shaoqing from Yan Jiuchao's arms. The remaining seven people gathered the net, followed Yan Jiuchao and walked towards Yu Wan.

Yu Wan couldn't wait for them to come, so she jumped off her horse and walked over: "Dad!"

Yan Jiuchao stopped and the guards stopped.

Yu Wan touched her father's breath, then touched her father's neck, confirming that her breathing and pulse were normal, so she put a hanging heart back into her stomach.

But... is it her illusion? Why do you feel that Yan Jiuchao's eyes were filled with sympathy?

Could it be that her father suffered, so her daughter was also sympathized with?

Yan Jiuchao cleared his throat and said, "Your father took an overdose of sweating pills, and he's fine when he wakes up."

But you'll have something to do soon.

Yu Wan didn't decipher the meaningful look of a young master, but was still thinking about her father's affairs: "If my father looks like this, he would definitely be very sad. In this world, the person my mother loves the most is me, followed by my father."

Yan Jiuchao felt even more sympathetic to her...

"Where is the murderer?" Yu Wan asked.

Yan Jiuchao couldn't bear to look at him and said, "Escape."

Yu Wan was slightly stunned: "Escape? Why didn't I see it?"

Young Master Yan said without changing his face: "Escaped from the back door."

"Did you remember what the murderer looks like?" Yu Wan asked.

"Yeah." Young Master Yan responded very seriously. Not only did he remember it, he could recognize him if he turned into ashes in the future. "I am going to send someone back to Dali Temple now."

"...Well." Although Yu Wan was reluctant to let her father go, she also understood that his father had not yet been removed from his crime, so it was inevitable that he would return to the Heavenly Prison in Dali Temple.

"Yan Jiuchao." Yu Wan said softly, "Can you stop letting them give my father medicine?"

Yun Danfeng Qing's tone seemed to reveal a hint of unspeakable grievance in the ears of a young master.

Yan Jiuchao said disdainfully: "Do they dare to feed the people sent by this young master?"

Yu Wan raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes filled with autumn waves: "Thank you, Yan Jiuchao."

The eyes were bright and almost all the way to the darkest place in his heart. Yan Jiuchao's breathing was stagnant. He looked away resisting and said coldly: "Get on the horse!"

Yu Wan felt his sudden cold aura and blinked her eyes in confusion. Did she say something wrong? How could she change her face by saying that she would change her face?

The two rode together to the foot of the mountain, and the carriage was parked steadily there. Yan Jiuchao asked someone to put Yu Shaoqing into the carriage, and then he and Yu Wan also got on the carriage.

The group rushed back to Dali Temple. On the other side, Yan Huaijing and Jun Chang'an were still searching for Yu Shaoqing's traces. Rather than searching, it was better to say that they were lucky. The man's body movement was too fast, and even carrying a coma big man would throw Jun Chang'an away instantly.

The only thing that is certain is that the city gate is closed and the man must still be in the capital.

"Your Highness, look." While passing through a Hu, Jun Chang'an noticed the carriage and a group of people passing by slowly passing through the street.

Yan Huaijing tightened the reins and looked in the sound. His eyes fell on the familiar emblem of the carriage and moved slightly: "The carriage in the Young Master's Mansion? Is it Yan Jiuchao? He also came out to find Yu Shaoqing."

Given the indescribable relationship between Yu Wan and Yan Jiuchao, it is not surprising that Yan Jiuchao will come forward to find Yu Shaoqing. What is strange is that the nine guards who accompanied him were wearing silver cloaks and silver masks, and exuding a sense of death all over their bodies. Even the horses they sat down seemed to be horses that had stepped on the wronged souls, which made people creepy.

"Who are those people?" Yan Huaijing asked with a frown.

"Dead Soldier." Jun Chang'an said, "Silver-faced Dead Soldier."

Yan Huaijing has heard of the dead soldiers. There are thousands of guards in the world who work hard to protect people, but not many are truly called dead soldiers. Copper-faced dead soldiers are extremely rare, and silver-faced dead soldiers are almost rare. As for the golden-faced dead soldiers, it is only legendary. There has not been a silver-faced dead soldiers in the Central Plains for several years.

Unexpectedly, there were nine around Yan Jiuchao.

Jun Chang'an said: "No wonder he was able to destroy Qianji Pavilion overnight. The question is, where did the waste young master get the dead soldiers?"

The carriage drove through the alley.

Yu Wanchao looked at the curtain of the car at hand, picked it up and looked back: "Who is there just now?"

Yan Jiuchao said casually: "A few passers-by, don't pay attention to it."

...

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Dali Temple.

The guards guarding the gate saw the girl who had been here in the day came again, and immediately pulled down their faces: "How many times did you tell you! Dali Temple is not..."

Yan Jiuchao walked over and stood beside Yu Wan. The guard immediately turned pale.

"Not what?" Yan Jiuchao asked lightly.

The guard knelt on the ground, shaking like a sieve!

Yu Wan pulled his sleeve and told him not to make trouble, it was important to do serious business.

The guard lowered his head and glanced at the hand that dared to pull Young Master Yan's sleeve with his left light, and immediately rushed towards him like five thunder!

The little girl who had been harsh and harsh in his words dared to touch Young Master Yan. Why was his head still tied to his belt...

"Get out!" Yan Jiuchao shouted softly.

The guards rolled away in a hurry.

Uncle Wan and Ying Shisan met out, took Yu Shaoqing who was unconscious, and sent them to a cell that had been taken care of extremely comfortable.

Uncle Wan said with a smile: "Don't worry, Miss Yu, Ying Shisan and I will be here to guard us, and we will no longer be able to torture Lord Yu."

Yu Wan owed her body and said, "I'm sorry Uncle Wan and Ying's guards."

...

Although Yu Shaoqing was found, the murderer's affairs were not so easy to give up. When he arrived in front of the emperor, he could not fool him with just a word of "escape". The emperor was really angry and the imperial guards could not be found, so he planned to mobilize the royal dead soldiers.

After sending Yu Wan back to the Young Master's Mansion, Yan Jiuchao entered the palace.

The emperor didn't go to bed after midnight. He just lay down and was woken up by Eunuch Wang, saying that Yan Jiuchao had come. He was still dizzy at this moment, but he was instantly awakened by Yan Jiuchao's heavy news: "What did you say? Did you rob a person?"

Yan Jiuchao took a deep breath: "...yes."

The emperor looked at him suspiciously: "Who did you ask?"

"The deceased soldier given to me by the emperor," said Yan Jiuchao.

The emperor was so angry that he was overwhelmed!

It’s really a skill to use the person he sent to him to deal with him!

The emperor said with smoke from seven orifices: "Then I asked you yesterday, why didn't you admit it? I also asked me in turn, 'Is it possible'?"

Yan Jiuchao had nothing to refute.

"Why did you do this? Is there anything you can't discuss with me? It's going to be a mess, and the city is full of wind and rain!" The emperor became more and more angry as he thought about it. He even felt that he was determined to kill him, and he wanted to slap the brat to death, "I asked you one last time, do you really do it?"

Yan Jiuchao took a deep breath: "...yes."

The emperor's chest fluctuated violently: "..., the sacrifices were also what you stole the sacrifices?"

Yan Jiuchao was puzzled.

Eunuch Wang whispered: "The sacrifices provided to our ancestors in the ancestral hall have been eaten secretly."

The guards of the Imperial Temple are stricter than those of Dali Temple. They have never been stolen for so many years. There will be no accidents early or late. There will be no accidents at this critical moment, making people think that they can't connect the two cases together.

The man almost roasted the little snow fox and ate it, and it seemed like he could do such a thing.

Yan Jiuchao's mouth twitched, and he endured the pain and took the huge blame: "...it's me."

The emperor turned his back, wanting to get angry but feeling a little embarrassed: "I... I'm yes, you shave it?"

Yan Jiuchao didn't hear the two words clearly.

The emperor gritted his teeth and kept his mouth moving: "Yeah!"

Young Master Yan was confused.

The emperor's fist clattered: "Leg hair! My leg hair!"

Yan Jiuchao staggered and almost fell!

The woman didn't steal enough sacrifices and even shaved the emperor's hair?!

How did she get the courage?!

No, what did she think?!

Did she find out later in Dali Temple? She shaves more than just her legs, but also...

Yan Jiuchao did not dare to spread down, he just wanted to die now...
To be continued...