The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"What? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here in person?" Xie Lin was shocked.

The prince came to their prison in person. With such a great god coming, the jailer was frightened. "It is indeed... it is His Royal Highness the Prince himself."

Xie Lin's face turned pale. He didn't expect that the prince would also pay attention to Wen Qingcheng's affairs. He said to the jailer in a deep voice: "Keep an eye on her. I'll go and take a look."

Xie Lin hurried out, and Mo Lianche had already brought people in. Seeing Xie Lin here, he narrowed his eyes and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Greetings, His Royal Highness." Xie Ling bowed and the jailers knelt on the ground one by one, like falling dominoes.

"No gifts."

"I wonder what important matter has brought His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to visit us?" Xie Lin bowed.

Mo Lianche said, "I heard that He's Pharmacist Wen was thrown into prison. This is related to Da Qi's top talents. I will personally take her to the Dali Temple."

"This... Your Highness, this woman is suspected of murder. Our Infantry Command Office should have arrested her and put her in jail. The family of the deceased has already reported the case to the Dali Temple. In a few days, I will naturally send someone to bring the prisoner to the Dali Temple for trial."

"Are you saying that I shouldn't interfere in the affairs of your governor's office? Wen Qingcheng is a senior pharmacist appointed by His Majesty, and he was thrown into this death row before the facts were investigated. Is your governor's office so careless in doing things?"

"Your Highness...please don't embarrass me. It's against the rules for you to take the prisoner away like this."

Mo Lianche sneered, "Hmph, rules? That's easy." Mo Lianche winked, and Huan Qi beside him went out to call in the Dali Temple Minister.

"Master Zhang, please take over."

The Chief Justice of the Dali Temple was accompanied by the Chief Prison Officer of the Dali Temple, who was holding the handover documents, pen, ink, and seal, and was waiting for Xie Ling to sign.

Seeing this, Xie Lin knew that the prince was determined to take Wen Qingcheng away. Now the prince was in the limelight in the court, so he would leave a way out for himself in case the prince inherited the throne in the future.

With his mind racing, Xie Ling said, "In that case, I will transfer the prisoner to the Dali Temple Prison."

The prince personally took Wen Qingcheng out. Huan Qi waved his hand to withdraw the guards surrounding the prison. Wen Qingcheng was also shocked when she saw the scene outside.

After seeing off the prince and his men, the jailer asked, "Sir, what should we do next?"

Xie Lin's face turned from red to black, and he ordered: "Write a letter and report to His Highness the Third Prince immediately."

After leaving the prison, Mo Lianche looked at Wen Qingcheng in a thin prison uniform, walking in the cold wind, and immediately took off his thick fur coat and put it on Wen Qingcheng. "Your Highness, this..." Wen Qingcheng was a little flattered, and did not dare to accept his kindness. She wanted to take it off, but Mo Lianche tied it on her forcefully.

Ever since the last time Wen Qingcheng tried to make a deal between herself and the prince in order to save Mo Jinghong, she vowed not to meet the prince again to avoid embarrassment. At this moment, Mo Lianche didn't seem to be abnormal, as if he had forgotten about that matter long ago.

There was a carriage outside, and someone had already opened the curtains for Mo Lianche. Mo Lianche stood in front of the carriage and motioned Wen Qingcheng to get in first. Wen Qingcheng was stunned. She was a prisoner now, could she ride in the same carriage with him?

"Are you stupid? Why don't you hurry up and get on."

Wen Qingcheng hurriedly got into the carriage, and Mo Lianche followed suit. Mo Lianche sat on the main seat, and Wen Qingcheng sat on a soft stool by the carriage window, lowering her head and not saying a word.

The carriage started slowly. Mo Lianche was silent for a while, then he sneered and said, "You devilish girl, you are really good at causing trouble."

Wen Qingcheng secretly turned to Mo Lianche and whispered, "Your Highness, do you believe that I can kill someone?"

Mo Lianche suddenly thought of the first time he met Wen Qingcheng. This little girl had fled all the way to the ruined temple because she had killed a rebel leader. Later, she wanted to kill him, but Wen Qingcheng was exhausted and fainted at that time. Later, when he saw her decisively attacking the killer who was chasing her, Mo Lianche concluded that it might really be Wen Qingcheng who killed someone this time.

Mo Lianche raised his eyebrows, looked at Wen Qingcheng, and asked, "So, did you kill the person this time?"

Wen Qingcheng looked at Mo Lianche, the man Mo Jinghong had always said was a friend of life and death, a good brother. Should she trust him? She had not known Mo Lianche for long. He sometimes gave people a distant feeling, sometimes easygoing, but she always felt like she was looking at flowers in the fog, and she couldn't see through him. No, she couldn't say that. In Kyoto, she only trusted Mo Jinghong and Wen Liang. Only the two of them really cared about her.

"With my thin arms and legs, I have trouble even killing a chicken. Of course I was wrongly accused. Your Highness, you must believe me and ask the people in the Dali Temple to clear my name."

Mo Lianche saw that Wen Qingcheng was actually playing dumb with him. She actually never trusted him. In her eyes, what kind of person was he? Mo Lianche frowned and stared at Wen Qingcheng without saying a word.

Wen Qingcheng was frightened by his stare, and lowered her eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with him. Mo Lianche took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Well, you go to the Dali Temple Prison for two days first. The conditions there are much better than the death row."

During the Da Qi Dynasty, the Dali Temple Prison was divided into different prisons, with separate prisons for men and women. In addition, the princes and high-ranking officials in the court who committed crimes would receive special treatment, and their prison environment was also the best.

With Mo Lianche's instructions, the Dali Temple directly arranged the best prison for Wen Qingcheng. Wen Qingcheng walked in and saw a very clean house. After opening the iron door, Wen Qingcheng went in. There was a table, a chair, and a wooden bed. The furnishings were simple but very clean. There were tea sets and books on the table. If she hadn't been told that this was the Dali Temple Prison, she would have thought she was in home quarantine.

However, such an environment would drive prisoners who were used to a luxurious life all year round crazy. But this was heaven for Wen Qingcheng. She was originally an i person, and in her previous life she often locked herself in the laboratory to do scientific research. She didn't feel bored at all, and she also had those high-tech entertainment equipment in the space.

The prince did not come in with her. She was brought in by the warden of the Dali Temple Prison. He was very polite to Wen Qingcheng before leaving.

......

At night, in the garden of the third room of the He family, Yuchuan took advantage of the fact that Mr. He Sanye went to Mr. He's room and sneaked into the woodshed.

"My dear, I miss you so much..."

As soon as Yuchuan entered the woodshed, she was hugged by the servant, who breathed heavily and kissed her lips. This servant was handsome and tall, and brought Yuchuan a lot of happiness. If it were in the past, Yuchuan would have been soft and ready to be picked by him, but today she began to panic.

"You... Ouch, it's over!" Yuchuan stretched out her hand and pushed the man's face away. The servant was now in a state of panic, holding Yuchuan tightly. Yuchuan said, "I lost one of my earrings!"