Take a step!
"Where is the little prince?" Zhao Huai continued to ask.
Seeing this, Mo Ruoyu rushed forward to "fight", but was stopped by Jing Rong.
Signal him not to be impulsive.
Jing Rong: "Zhao Huai, if you kill this king, you won't want to know who the real little prince is! And the two of you... will also die here."
Zhao Huai was furious: "If you don't tell me, I will kill you now."
After speaking, he used his wrist to lift the sword up a few inches.
Jing Rong was also forced to lift his jaw slightly.
A sharp sword can cut a person's throat with a single stroke.
but-
The next moment, Wen Xian grabbed Zhao Huai's wrist and said, "Put down the sword!"
"What did you say?"
"If you kill him, we won't know the whereabouts of the little prince." Wen Xian was still sober.
Zhao Huai gritted his teeth, holding the sword in his palm, getting tighter and tighter. Although he had broken an arm, his anger remained unabated. However, although he was a rough man, he was not a reckless and excessive person. After it was great, he still took the sword back, stared at Jing Rong, and scolded: "You lied to us from the imperial palace to now, if it weren't for the little prince, you would die a thousand times and ten thousand times would not be enough."
Jing Rong listened coldly.
Wen Xian said, "We don't want your life, but we want to know where the real little prince is now?"
"I can tell you."
"Say."
"But... it's not me who knows where Xiao Shizi is."
"Who?"
"Mr. Ji."
Wen Xian and Zhao Huai looked at each other.
Jing Rong continued, "If you want to know, you might as well ask her in person, and she will tell you everything."
However, Zhao Huai immediately said, "Your Emperor Dalin has an order to behead her. We can't get into the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. You still want to lie to us now? It's because of that piece of jade that you traveled from the imperial palace to the capital. Mr. Wei Ji lied to all of us, if it wasn't for this, your prince would have died in the palace long ago."
Ha ha!
Jing Rong didn't make a big fuss about his words, but said, "You also know that the Ministry of Punishment can't get into the prison, so if she dies, you will never know the news of the little prince."
threat!
The threat of red fruit!
Wen Xian: "What do you mean?"
"If you want to know the truth, now, you can only cooperate with me."
Wen Xian and Zhao Huai were suspicious.
"Is she really going to tell us the truth?"
"Do you think you have any choice but to believe?"
no!
There is no alternative at all.
The two of them considered for a long time.
Only finally nodded, "Okay, you say."
Jing Rong took a deep breath and glanced at Mo Ruo behind him.
Tell things one by one.
…
On the other hand, Jing Yi went to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.
Although the emperor had previously ordered that no one could see him, the Minister of Punishment did not dare to stop him.
Who didn't know he was a beast of a flood!
At this moment, Ji Yunshu was sitting cross-legged in the cell with his back against the cold wall.
Because when the silver buckle was taken off, it fell in the Emperor's Fuyang Palace, and now, the long hair is scattered on his shoulders.
She carried a long straw in her hand and swept it on the ground with great interest.
He knew he was going to be executed, but he was not worried at all!
Jing Yi came and tapped the stake with his hand.
Hearing the sound, she raised her head, her deep and clear eyes stared at Jing Yi's eyes full of desire for power.
Later, he noticed the person next to Jing Yi, Lin Shu.
This was the first time I saw him after parting from Mingshan Academy.
I have to say that after that kid became an official, he took off his scholar's Confucian clothes and wore a set of first-class brocade, and his whole person was very energetic.
Following the arrogant Jing Yi, it can be said to be majestic!
Lin Shu seemed a little uncomfortable with her scrutinizing eyes, so he simply looked away.
Ji Yunshu smiled secretly!
That smile was caught by Jing Yi. He hooked his lips and ordered the jailer to open the cell door.
He went in.
Looking at Ji Yunshu condescendingly, "I didn't expect Mr. Ji... Oh, no, I should call you Miss Ji!"
"Yi Wang likes it."
"Mr. Ji, who is famous in the capital, is now a prisoner. It's ridiculous."
She smiled, "Yi Wang came here, wouldn't he just come to see me?"
"More than that." There was a sinister air on the corner of Jing Yi's mouth, he slowly bowed down, pinched her chin, and said, "Mr. Ji's face is really beautiful. It's just... It's a pity, look at you, now you're a prisoner, the old days are gone, and your so-called life-saving straw, King Rong, didn't do anything, he watched you go to jail, and watched you want to Being beheaded, if it wasn't for the fact that you were with the wrong master, it wouldn't be like this."
Nonsence!
Ji Yunshu was disdainful: "I am neither a slave nor a slave, so why did I follow the wrong master? Besides, life and death are up to my life, so why should I worry?"
"You can still say that now!"
"I'm already a dying person, why should King Yi stir up discord in front of me?"
"This king is not trying to sow discord, but wants you to see the facts clearly. At the beginning, if you kept your promise and stayed by this king's side, today, the person in prison... is not you." Jing Yi pointed his finger at Forcefully, she swiped her jaw.
She tilted her head, lowered her eyes, held the straw in her hand, and continued to move the dirty ground with great interest.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Actually... if you win, you may not really win!"
Jing Yi straightened up, "Now, there is only one day left until tomorrow. Whether Jing Rong can come to save people is still unknown. No matter what, the person who wins is this king."
Ji Yunshu was too lazy to care about him and continued to play with his own things.
Jing Yi was furious with the appearance of winning, and waved his sleeves, ready to leave.
Just got out of jail—
Ji Yunshu suddenly stopped him, "Yi Wang."
"What? Are you thinking about it and asking this king to spare your life?"
"Yi Wang misunderstood, but I do have something to ask you."
"Say."
"Since I am a dying person, can I leave a few last words?"
"Sorry?" Jing Yi found it very interesting.
Ji Yunshu: "Could it be that King Yi can't even satisfy me with this request?"
"Of course."
She glanced at Lin Shu, curled her lips and said, "This should be Master Lin Xiuzhuan of the Hanlin Academy, right? The top scholar in high school, he is brilliant in writing, and he must have written very neatly? I wonder if I will have a chance before I die. Let Master Lin bring a pen and write a suicide note for me?"
Lin Shu looked at Jing Yi with a questioning meaning.
Jing Yi thought about it for a while, nodded at him, and said, "Since Miss Ji asked for something before she died, then Lord Lin, you can help me with this."
"Yes!" Lin Shu took the order.
Jing Yi took the people out of the prison.