A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

King Han raised his eyes with a hint of a smile, which seemed ordinary but also seemed to contain infinite meaning, "Because... you're not hungry?"

She was about to say it, but the conversation changed. Yeats could tell that he did it on purpose, but she knew that he did it on purpose. At this moment, she couldn't figure out this great prince of the Wei Dynasty who was traveling around the world half a year ago. .

She had only met him a few times, so why was she imprisoned in Lanyue Tower? What was the purpose?

"You really don't want to come to eat?" King Han's patience seemed to be running out, and his tone showed impatience.

Yeats felt it, and subconsciously glanced at the window that had just been opened. He pursed his lips, strode to the table, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating.

How can you have the strength to escape if you don't have a full meal?She understood that no matter how uncomfortable or nauseated she was, she had to fill her stomach. Only when she was full could she have the strength to think of a way to escape.

Yang Fuquan and a group of people followed the marks and traces left by Yeats to find people. When they climbed to the highest cliff in the afternoon, the marks were missing.

When everyone was standing on the edge of the cliff facing down, two detectives almost fainted and fell off the cliff because they were afraid of heights.

"How...how could this happen?" Teng Chong stood on the edge of the cliff, facing thousands of miles away. He felt dizzy just looking down. Could it be...he didn't dare to think about it.

Zhao Qi'an didn't expect this to be the result in the end. When he was condescending, he always felt that something was wrong. Something flashed in his mind and he said it, "Let's see if Mr. Ye has lost anything?" He almost said, "Have you lost anything before jumping off the cliff?" What is left behind.

Pei Jingning's eyes were red, asking Bai Lang and Mo Song to watch with hands and feet, and then everyone almost jumped down.

"Sir, calm down... calm down... maybe it's a trap set up by the enemy?"

Pei Jingning looked at Yang Fuquan frantically, "Are you sure this mark is the escape mark you and Zhizhi agreed on?"

Yang Fuquan was dumbfounded at this moment. He didn't know if he heard Pei Jingning's question. He muttered to himself: "No, Brother Ye said, as a policeman and Dali who is active on the front line, The eunuch may be in trouble at any time. We have already set secret codes and secret words... I... I will not admit my mistake..."

Yeats devoured meat and planed rice, trying to fill her stomach. Little did she realize that the mark she left behind before she fell into coma was used by the enemy to lead Pei, Zhao and others to the cliff and create a conspiracy. She had fallen off a cliff and died.

Pei Jingning, Zhao Qi'an and others mobilized 3000 people to search for the person at the foot of the cliff. No one was found. They found the robe and an official boot Yeats wore on the day he disappeared. She was disguised as a man. Her small body and foot size were of course the same as the real one. The men are all different, they are all smaller in size. A discerning person will know that these are Ye Pingshi's regular clothes and boots as soon as they hold them in hand.

Pei Jingning clutched her clothes tightly and looked at the blood stains remaining on the ground. Unable to hold on any longer, her legs weakened and she collapsed to the ground.

"Ziqian..."

"grown ups……"

"Father..."

Everyone was so frightened that they all rushed forward. Everyone wanted to help or pull him, but he threw them away.

Pei Jingning looked defeated, "No... no... these are not Zhizhi's clothes, these are not her boots..." It was obvious that she was her, but he was still holding her tightly against his heart, his eyes were frighteningly empty.

Zhao Qian had a serious look on his face and asked his men to continue searching: "Don't let go of any trace." "Yes, sir."

Yang Fuquan, who was stunned, heard that Zhao Qian asked someone to find Yeats. He was squatting and wiping his tears silently. When he heard the words of King Zhao, he stood up suddenly. While wiping his tears, he looked for someone, put his hands on his mouth and faced the forest. He shouted, "Brother Ye...Brother Ye..."

Teng Chong's heart clenched, he held back his tears and followed Xiao Quanzi, "Brother Ye...Brother Ye..."

Zhang Jin and others quickly followed.

In the prison cell of Dali Temple in the capital, in June, the cell, which has not seen the sun for many years, is dark and stuffy. Even the rats in the hole can't help but run out in broad daylight, running right under the eyes of the jailers and prisoners.

"@#￥..." When they saw the mouse, some prisoners kept cursing, just like the cicadas on the tree behind the house, which kept cursing.

Cai Chunxiang and Guo Jiashu are locked up together, but not in the same cell. The two have not been interrogated together yet. Cai Qinxiang still doesn't know what his good brother Guo Jiashu is like.

I just wonder why the Guo brothers didn't like to talk to him anymore after entering Dali Temple. Life in jail was too difficult. Cai Chunxiang had nothing to say and wanted to talk to Guo Jiashu, but unfortunately he always ignored him, "Hey, Brother Guo, you didn’t make any big mistake. If you are released from prison early, tell my family and ask them to pick me up..."

The more Cai Chunxiang talked, the angrier he became. Why did he live a good life like this? How could it be like this? He didn't want it. He just wanted to make more money. Unexpectedly, he didn't make any money and even put in a lot of money. What should he do? After returning home , what if Cai Jijiu fails to hold on and dies?
The more Cai Chunxiang thought about it, the more he regretted it, "Brother Guo, what should I do..."

The weather was hot, and everyone was sitting listlessly in the corner, as if waiting for death. No one noticed a young man carrying a bucket. I wonder if he had just entered the Dali Temple recently. He was walking in the aisle with his head lowered. Like a bullied little daughter-in-law, she scoops a spoonful of water and pours it into the broken bowl in front of the railing, and then leaves after pouring it, regardless of whether the water has been poured into the broken bowl.

Cai Chunxiang lowered his head to think about things and didn't notice that the young man carrying the bucket arrived in front of Guo Jiashu's cell. He raised his hand as if to lift his sleeve, then scooped water and poured it into the broken bowl. As he left, he looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. Picked up the bucket and left.

It's done in one go, as if it's something you've always done.

No one noticed that Guo Jiashu, who had just been sitting there meditating, suddenly fell sideways and made no sound.

As night fell, another jailer came in to deliver dinner. The smell was so bad, but it still attracted the prisoners to pick up their own broken bowls and wait at the cell rail. If they missed the night, they would be hungry all night. No one wanted to Starving to death, everyone is scrambling.

When he reached Guo Jiashu's cell, the jailer felt something was wrong and couldn't help shouting: "Hello... hello... Guo Jiashu?"

The only response was the silence of the night. The jailer finally understood. He threw the barrel away and shouted: "Oops, someone was killed?"

It was getting late, so Zhao Qi'an advised Pei Jingning to return to the capital first.

"We will transport the five collected stones in bulk to the palace for His Majesty's decision."

Pei Jingning acted as if he hadn't heard her. He had already searched the mountain stream for dozens of miles and still refused to give up. "I want to find her. If I want her back, you can come back."

I have to return everything. Is the imperial court a vegetable market?Zhao Qi'an really lost his temper because of what he did to him.