Xiao Qinghuan

Although the Wen Mansion's private prison is not as bloody and terrifying as the big prison, it is unavoidable because it is dug underground, cold and damp.Coupled with the use of blue bricks to reinforce the layers of building, it is even darker.

Wen Zui lived in the innermost cell.

The cells were covered with dry hay and even fresh bedding.Wen Zui was only panicked for two days at the beginning, but he gradually calmed down in the past two days, thinking that after all, the prince is in charge of Beijing, and he is the fourth prince's niece. His reputation has been greatly damaged, and even those old stubborn people in Beijing will be disappointed in him if he fails to keep it.Even if Ning Yu is out of the position of caring for Yu Yu, he will not let his affairs be revealed just like that.

What's more, in the final analysis, this matter was just to make a wedding dress for him from the beginning to the end. If Jiang Xiaohan finds out this matter and makes a big fuss, even if Ning Yu is an expensive prince, there is only one dead end.

After figuring this out, Wen Zui was not in a hurry anymore, he squatted in the prison with delicious food and drink, and waited wholeheartedly for the Fourth Highness to fish him out, and also waited for Jiang Xiaohan to offer tea to him as an apology.

The private prison is not connected to the outside world, and the only light source is the two dim oil lamps at the entrance of the prison. Most of the prisons are hidden in the darkness, and people don't know what time it is.

In addition to Wen Zui, a few of Wen Zui's cronies were also imprisoned here.On the day Jiang Xiaohan sent Wen Zui away, he walked around the courtyard afterwards, but he didn't expect to see two familiar faces.The shopkeeper who once attacked him at the pier was also in the Wen residence, and he was still wearing a counting robe, as if he had adapted his identity well.

The "treasurer" didn't pretend to be lame when he was discovered, and stared at Jiang Xiaohan with a pair of dark and prey eyes, as if he wanted to gouge a piece of flesh from him with his eyes.Naturally, Jiang Xiaohan was not polite to him. He reached out and threw him into the private prison together.

In order to avoid suspicion, the Shenwei Battalion usually does not enter the prison, but only guards it outside.Therefore, Wen Zui can only calculate the time from the number of food deliveries.

On the night of the fourth day, Wen Zui was leaning against the wall, thinking about the way out in the future.After such a scene this time, even if Ning Yu saved him, he would not be able to take the position of Governor of Pingjiang Prefecture.The best thing is to let him go to some remote places. When Ning Yu returns to Beijing in the future, he is already a real relative. Who can say that he is not.

However, before Wen Zui could finish this sweet dream, footsteps suddenly sounded in the originally quiet dungeon.

The footsteps were light and steady, and it sounded like Lian Jiazi.Wen Zui was startled, he was afraid that Jiang Xiaohan remembered his old enemy who hunted and killed him, and wanted to take this opportunity to finish him quietly.

He scrambled and moved two steps back, far away from the cell door, wondering if if he yelled, would the people in the guard camp outside be able to hear him.

However, to Wen Zui's surprise, the person who came was very familiar to him.If Jiang Xiaohan was here, he would probably be surprised too. This is clearly the "Wharf Manager" who was imprisoned at the other end of the cell.

"Master Wen."

"Song Qian." Wen Zui was overjoyed, he stumbled forward a few steps, and grabbed the cold railing: "What's the news outside? What did Song Yongsi tell you, but you want to rescue me?"

The middle-aged man named Song Qian ignored him, just lowered his head and picked up the big lock on the railing. Wen Zui saw a cold light flash between his fingers, and pried the lock open with a few light strokes.

Wen Zui couldn't help being ecstatic: "That's it, but His Royal Highness Jingzhong has an order?"

The heavy chain fell to the ground, Song Qian put away the needle, but did not open the door to let Wen Zui out, but walked into the prison by himself, and even closed the door with his hand.

"Lord Wen." Song Qian said softly, "I'm here to see you off."

The sinister aura that Song Qian deliberately pretended to have faded away a lot, and instead he had a creepy smile.

He shook his hands, and slowly approached Wen Zui step by step.Deliberately prolonging this cycle, looking at Wen Zui's terrified gaze with enjoyment, seems to be enjoying this rare opportunity.

These words were like a thunderbolt blasting in Wen Zui's ears. Before his joy faded away, he was suddenly overwhelmed by panic. He subconsciously took two steps back, waving his hands in front of him, like this It's like being able to stop Song Qian from approaching him.

"You're talking nonsense!" Wen Zui's face turned pale, his chest heaved violently, "Did Song Yongsi mean that he acted without authorization?"

"Lord Wen." Song Qian interrupted him irresistibly, bent slightly, looked at Wen Zui's pupils that were slightly constricted due to fear, and was in a good mood: "It is His Highness who wants your life."

"No... Impossible!" Wen Zui shouted at the top of his voice, like a rooster with its neck tightly strangled: "It's the time of the war for reserve! Without his mother's family, it is tantamount to being forced to give in, how could he Such a broken arm!"

Song Qian seemed to have heard something that couldn't be more funny, he laughed so hard that Wen Zui's face showed a bit of sullen expression, and then wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Master Wen, you How can you be so naive?"

"A dead uncle and a relative who can only cause trouble, which is more important, doesn't His Highness have a decision in his heart?"

Song Qian said, and took another step forward.The dry straw made a slight sound under his feet, Wen Zui's eyes widened, and he looked at the evil god in front of him with tearing eyes.

It shouldn't be like this, he thought.He worked hard, devoted himself for so many years, and devoted himself to Ning Yu's ascension to the supreme position, how could he end up in such a fate.

His back pressed against the cold blue brick wall, Song Qianxianting walked towards him in a leisurely manner, the silver needles on his fingertips gleaming.

"Although Mr. Song is very sorry, he also feels that exchanging Mr. Wen for Mr. Jiang Xiaohan is really a good deal." Song Qian said with a smile, "This is the last devotion of Mr. Wen for His Highness."

Wen Zui understood.

Ning Yu wanted to use him to show his favor to Jiang Xiaohan, and if Jiang Xiaohan accepted it, everyone would be happy, and it would be a tacit blind date between the monarch and his ministers.If Jiang Xiaohan doesn't take this olive branch, Ning Yu can also talk to Jiang Xiaohan about the reason for his sudden death for no reason.

Blocking the two roads at the same time is really a good plan to get twice the result with half the effort.

"Actually, His Highness gave you a chance." Song Qian sighed with feigned regret: "It's a pity that you are useless, my lord."

"When your lord was in trouble, didn't I come all the way from Jiangning mansion to help you?" Song Qian smiled heartily, but looked a little ferocious: "It's a pity that lord Wen didn't play chess properly, but instead committed a crime against himself." In the hands of Jiang Xiaohan, who is to blame."

"That's obviously you—"

"I'm just a knife. How I do it depends on the mind of the person holding the knife." Song Qiandao: "Besides, my lord, you are too helpless. If you walk out here in a good manner, I'm afraid you will become four His Majesty's hidden danger."

Wen Zui stopped talking, his heart was cold, and he didn't even have the heart to argue.

The thick blue brick wall cut off all the sounds in the prison. When he built this private prison, he was afraid that the outside would know his dirty deeds. way of life.

Ning Yu grew up watched by Wen Zui, but it was because of this that he was even more desperate, because he knew that Song Qian was right. If he could be exchanged for Jiang Xiaohan, Ning Yu might not even frown. Will wrinkle a bit.

Jiang Xiaohan might just want to send him off, but Ning Yu really wanted to kill him.

Wen Zui looked at the approaching Han Mang, and closed his eyes in despair.

The candlelight at the prison entrance flickered slightly, and there was a panting like a bellows in the quiet prison, and the footsteps in the shadows stepped out in between the panting sounds, step by step, like a ghost who was haunting his soul.

The author says:

Thank you for calling Xiao Gu for the fish food~