Time travel, this Meihu is playing with fire

Mo Fan stared at the dog official coldly, his expression was no longer as gentle as before, and he said coldly:

"It's only now that I know that Mr. Xu's decision is based on guesswork."

Yu Shenjue looked at Mo Fan at this moment, he looked like a fox with a shaggy fur, a shrewd fox never suffers, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he continued to drink warm tea in a leisurely manner.

When the old bustard standing in front of the crowd heard that he was going to take Mo Fan away, he hurriedly stood up and said:

"Master Xu, you have to be aware of the details~ We Fanyin will never do such a thing, and today is still a good day for him to become famous, how can he ruin his own future?"

Dujie, who was at the side, became even more curious after hearing what the old bustard said, and asked the old bustard suspiciously:

"What a good day is Sanskrit?"

"Eh? Master Du, don't you know? Today is a great day for our Sanskrit Spring Night auction!"

As soon as the old bustard finished speaking, both Yu Shenjue and Dujie looked at Mo Fan in surprise.

Seeing that both of them were staring at him in surprise, Mo Fan raised his hand to cover his lips with his sleeve, and nodded embarrassingly to them, but his heart was full of bitterness...

After being confirmed, Yu Shenjue's hand holding the teacup was even more bulging, and his heart was inexplicably more angry. Looking at Mo Fan, he said coldly:

"Since the poison was found in his room, it must be taken back for investigation. Now the suspicion must be inseparable. There have been so many deaths in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Does the Prime Minister's Mansion still want to go into business? I think This will have to be closed for seven or eight days until the murder case comes to light."

Master Xu at the side bent slightly and smiled, nodding and saying yes, and when Yu Shenjue finished speaking, he called two soldiers to take Mo Fan away.

When Mo Fan heard that he still had to go to the cell in the end, he turned to look at Yu Shenjue when he thought of the harsh environment.

Under the table, Mo Fan pinched his thigh fiercely, his eyes were reddish and mist overflowed instantly, he pursed his mouth, looked at Yu Shenjue weakly and pitifully, and said:

"I'm afraid of the dark~"

The expression on Yu Shenjue's face did not change at all, but his heart was touched by Mo Fan's pitiful appearance.

Seeing that Yu Shenjue couldn't say anything, Mo Fan turned to look at Dujie pitifully.

Dujie was different, he immediately raised his hand in distress to hug Mofan, how could such a beauty go to such a place.

"Hurry up and take people away!"

Before Dujie could meet Mo Fan, Yu Shenjue frightened the two soldiers.

The soldier was startled by Yu Shenjue's gloomy face, and hurriedly held Mo Fan down and took him away from the prime minister's mansion.

Mo Fan stared angrily at Yu Shen Jue twice in three steps and turned his head, this guy who can't be lingering and cherishing jade!You must not marry a wife!

After walking out of the door, Mo Fan cried out tenderly, the two soldiers saw Mo Fan's delicate appearance, and they somewhat had a heart of Lingxiang cherishing jade, so they let go of the hands that suppressed Mo Fan.

"Then just follow us obediently."

Mo Fan, whose shoulders were freed, nodded obediently, saying that if he resisted less, at least he would suffer less.

After walking for a while, a soldier chased after him and said something in the ear of the soldier escorting Mo Fan. The soldiers whispered to each other and cast doubtful looks at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan was taken aback, but after the soldiers brought him to a mansion, Mo Fan guessed why they looked at him like this...

Mo Fan was arranged to live in a wing room, and the soldiers told him that the prince and Mr. Du felt that the evidence was insufficient, and they could not point to him as the murderer. There were many doubts, but Mo Fan had to prove his innocence. Only for three days.

"Three days..."

Mo Fan stood by the window and looked at the moonlight outside, this wing room is pretty good, but the prince ordered someone to take him to Yuwangfu, probably to investigate the case under his supervision.

When the night was deep and the sky began to drizzle, Mo Fan still sat by the window, stretching out his hand to catch the falling droplets.

It's only the beginning of autumn now, but when the rain falls into the palm of his hand, Mo Fan feels icy cold.

I don't know if it's because of the cloudy and rainy day of my death, or because I'm already the former gu of a fox demon, but I'm a little afraid of water and hate rainy days.