Top white, rich and beautiful, the princess is reborn and the revenge story

Yang Yi didn't agree directly, but asked, "Who are you? Why can you make such a promise to me?"

"It's inconvenient for us to reveal our identities. If we meet again in the future, you'll definitely know. This deal will bring you many benefits. Just tell me, do you want to do it or not?"

Yang Yi hesitated for a while. It was meaningless to live in the Qinzhou prison anyway. He might as well go out and try his luck!

As long as Sun Ping's adopted son is killed, Qinzhou will surely be in chaos and no one will pursue his case anymore.

He pounded his fist and said, "Done!"

Although this man is good-looking, he has a simple mind. To put it nicely, he is sincere, but to put it bluntly, he is stupid. After listening to just a few words from Zhao Yuanqing, he decided to do it with her without considering whether Zhao Yuanqing could fulfill her promise.

This is also a characteristic of young rangers. They like to be chivalrous, impulsive and hot-blooded, so they die quickly and the loss rate is extremely high.

"How? When? You decide."

"It's better to wait and see today. They just arrested us, so their vigilance is definitely not that high. Do you know where the official prostitute camp is? Let's go there directly."

"I know, but if you four women go there, you'll just be captured. There are Sun Chou's troops stationed there, about two thousand strong. You can't defeat them at all, not even me."

"We won't confront them head-on, we'll just rescue the courtesans."

Seeing Zhao Yuanqing's confident look, Yang Yi thought she had some foolproof plan. Did anyone from the capital have to be really good? "So what do you need me to do?"

"My eldest sister and I will go deal with Sun Ping's adopted son. You and my second and third sisters will go to the imperial prostitute camp and bring those prostitutes out. We will definitely encounter enemy troops along the way, and that's when it's up to you to take action."

Yang Yi's heart hardened, "No problem, leave those women to me!"

"Okay, wait a moment."

Next, Yang Yi watched Zhao Yuanqing and the other three perform a magic trick in front of him.

Wen Qian took out a few paper bags from his arms and smeared them on Meng Jiu's face. After half an incense stick of time, Meng Jiu turned into a thin young man.

"The art of disguise! There really is someone capable in Chang'an!"

Then, after some dressing up, Zhao Yuanqing was disguised as a servant, making him and Meng Jiu look like a master and servant.

Wen Qian and Xu also dressed up a little, but they dressed in exactly the opposite direction, dressing up as two graceful women.

"Okay, now it's up to you. How can we get out of this prison?"

"Wait, you're all in disguise, and if I go out like this, I'll be recognized right away. That's not good."

Yang Yi turned around and took off his white clothes. Everyone then realized that his clothes were reversible, white on the outside and black on the inside.

He now wore black on the outside, changed his hairband to black, threw the azalea flowers on his temples to the ground, and even turned his socks inside out, turning the white socks into black. He also took out a black triangular scarf and covered his face with it.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a knight in flowing white clothes into a cold killer in the dark night.

Zhao Yuanqing felt that Yang Yi must have hidden his strength and he was definitely not as simple as he said.

Next, Yang Yi demonstrated in front of them what bone shrinking skills were.

He stretched out his arms and secretly used his internal strength. His joints made crackling sounds and his arms seemed to be pushed back by something, breaking into pieces immediately.

The same goes for his legs. After Kabakaba, he became a lot shorter.

Even his whole body was thinner, and he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who had not grown up.

Yang Yi let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said proudly, "Hey, this is my sect's unique skill. Okay, now it's my turn."

He walked to the wooden fence, pried it open gently, and created a wide gap, allowing him to easily squeeze out.

He waved to Zhao Yuanqing and the others, "Let's go out."

Is this enough?

Zhao Yuanqing nodded, and they filed out and followed him. When the other prisoners in the cell saw them, they just rolled their eyes and ignored them.

"I go out every day, so they're used to seeing me."

After struggling for a while, it was already the hour of Xu. Most of the yamen runners had already left the yamen, and only Ma Hu was left on duty.

There was a plate of cherries in front of him. They were the ones Zhao Yuanqing and his friends had, and they were already eating them.

He was drinking happily a plate of gourd-shaped mixed cakes, a bowl of cold pottery, and a pot of wine, and he was a little drunk.

Yang Yi went over and patted his shoulder, "Hi!"

As Ma Hu raised his head, Yang Yi's hand brushed across his temple and pressed lightly. Ma Hu fell as if struck by lightning and hit his head on the table.

"Don't worry, he's not dead. I just pressed his sleeping point. Let's go."

"go!"

Yang Yi was familiar with the route and led them out of the back door of the county government office. The gatekeepers there neglected their duties and went out to play, so no one paid any attention to them.

Standing on the street, the five people felt a little chilled by the June evening breeze, and their nervous hearts seemed to relax a little.