Captain Li said something inconsistently, his face turned pale and his head was sweating.

King Yu is simply a living ancestor who has troubled people. He is obviously overwhelming with power. He still insists on pretending that this distinguished guest is not alone. If he really has no eyesight, he will not have to live up to this little life, let alone say to protect these two girls.

If he insists on keeping others, he will probably have to keep his head here first.

The yamen runner let out the people, and after the disaster, Xiwu breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at Chen Biyue, but saw her looking at the girl in blue, with her eyes dark and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The girl in blue didn't say anything anymore, but just looked at Chen Biyue, turned around to the stairs, Chen Biyue followed, and ignored everyone behind her.

After going up to the seventh floor, the girl in blue only led her to Linglong's door.

She stepped into the room and felt a warm feeling coming to her face, and her body couldn't help but tremble. The warmth was strong and comfortable, and the coldness stained all over her body seemed to be dispelled by this strong and comfortable warmth in an instant.

When she heard the sound of the door closing behind her, her heart skipped a beat. The last time she had experienced here was not pleasant, which made her feel very sensitive to every movement here.

The spices in the incense burner still exuded a light and fragrant smell, which was very comfortable to smell. There was no one outside. She walked in. The fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose became stronger, making her feel a little anxious.

Bypassing the screen, I could see the wooden bed behind the bead curtain hanging down the light blue curtain, the satin quilt slightly bulging, and there seemed to be someone on the bed.

On the short couch next to her, Lingqing, wearing a plain-colored silk skirt, was sitting upright on the couch, with a set of jade-carved tea sets on the table. Her lower eyebrows and eyes were focused, and she brewed tea with extremely light movements. The cups and cups occasionally hit, making extremely slight sounds.

She lifted the curtain and walked gently to the edge of the couch, whispering: "Zhulan has seen Fairy Linglong."

Linglong's eyes were not raised, "You are here."

He glanced at the bed next to him, "The fairy Linglong gave her kindness, Zhulan was unforgettable."

Hearing this, Linglong looked up at her, as if she was merciful, "It's not me who saved you."

Seeing that Linglong was just fiddling with the tea set, Chen Biyue had no intention of talking to her anymore. With a thought, she turned around and walked to the edge of the bed.

"His Royal Highness of the King of Yu?"

She bent down near the curtain, her voice was very light, but no one answered, not sure if she didn't want to respond to her or was too lazy to respond to her.

"His Royal Highness of the King of Yu?"

Still unable to get a response, staring at the satin quilt covered by the light blue curtain, she raised her voice slightly and called it for the third time. This time, a low and sarcastic sneer came from it.

Chen Biyue stood up straight, "It turns out that Your Highness can hear it. Zhulan thought that Your Highness was young, but she was a little deaf."

"You haven't seen each other for a few days, and your courage is getting bigger and bigger."

"Zhulan was not very happy after being taken care of by Your Highness. She was a little arrogant, but she didn't dare to touch Your Highness's displeasure. She just wanted to make Your Highness happy with clever words."

"Since you have a loneliness in your heart, why don't you want to be related to it? Even the favor you give is considered to be on the head of others. Is it because you are blind and unaware of people, or are you tinnitus unable to hear?"

Chen Biyue immediately followed the words: "Zhulan is just a joke, but your highness is still serious. Zhulan knows that your highness has always been kind and kind to the people. Today, he will be kind to Zhulan. He will be willing to be the best in the future for His Highness to be the best."

He snorted, "There is nothing."

Chen Biyue lowered her eyes, took a few steps back without a trace, and stared at her toes silently. Although she was indeed intentionally turning a blind eye to his favor just now, she must firmly deny that she was scared by him and surrendered in vain.

After all, with the temperament of the King of Hell on the bed, she believed that if she responded to him, she would be mercilessly poked the eyes or lost her ears.

"But I didn't expect that with your kindness, you would have the courage to kill someone, which is really interesting."

She continued to remain silent.

"You don't have to hide with the solitary people. You killed those three people." The voice was low and lazy, and extremely confident.

"Does Your Highness have evidence?"

"Do you know that if you are alone and you enter the county government door today, you won't think of coming out again."

This is crazy, and the deep meaning inside makes people think deeply. Logically, the county government just wants to take them back as suspects for interrogation. If they really can't come out again, there is only one result, that is, they are taken into jail as the real murderer.

Daning's law is extremely strict, killing people will pay for their lives. If you bear three lives, you must accept the most cruel criminal law until you die, but it does not include being able to interrogate the suspect as the real murderer unless the criminal official is incompetent and torture the confession.

If she remembers it well, Zheng Jing, the county magistrate of Jiufang County, was the nephew of the brothers of Duke Xiangguo, and Duke Xiangguo Zhang Cheng was the uncle of the grandfather and the uncle of His Majesty now.

Thousands of thoughts turned into my mind, as if something was pulling it by, and Chen Biyue's low eyes were still clear and her expression was still calm. Her red lips slowly pursed, forcing herself not to think deeply about the meaning of it.

Only the dead have known the secrets of the royal nobles best. Her life is hard-won and cherished very much.

"Your Highness is fair and wise, and is deeply respected by all people. He naturally cannot bear the treacherous villains in power and wrongly accuse innocent people."

"Justice and wise?" The person inside sneered coldly, and suddenly reached out and lifted up the drooping curtain.

Chen Biyue was slightly shocked, and raised her eyes and saw Shao Yan half leaning on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, wearing a light-colored underwear, staring at her with dark eyes, her pale face full of fatigue. Although she was still a bit sleepy and tired, she could not stop the sharpness flashing in his eyes.

There was a nervous breath in the air, one was cold and sharp, the other was calm and composed, and the two of them had a stalemate line of sight like a tense bowstring, and the loudest sound would explode if they were accidentally.

At this moment, Linglong suddenly got off the bed, walked over with a sloping step, lifted up the curtain on the bed, and tied it to both sides.

He bowed and said softly, "Your Highness is about to get up? Linglong has already brewed the spring heyte tea. It is half hot and not warm, and the tea is fresh and refreshing. It is the taste of Your Highness the most." His slightly cool and charming voice seemed to be the spring breeze and rain, and the cold comfort and dissolved the tense atmosphere.

Shao Yan took the lead in looking away, got up and got out of bed, took the black cloak hanging on the hanger beside the bed, gently put it on, and his snow-white feet stepped on the soft fur, slowly moved to the side of the low couch, leaning lazily upwards.

Linglong also walked to the edge of the couch, filled a cup of hot tea, and gently placed it in front of Shao Yan.

He stared at Chen Biyue with a little anger, but a smile appeared on his lips, "Linglong, go out."

Linglong looked at Chen Biyue, lowered her eyes and responded, turned around and went out.

Shao Yan stared at her and reached out to brush over the bright green tea beside him. A gray pill as big as a mung bean fell into the tea and soon dissolved.

"You said you didn't kill anyone?" Push the teacup to the side close to her.

"Then drink it and prove your innocence."

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