The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 95

In a certain hall of Dali Temple, a man dressed in blue stood alone with his back facing the door of the hall. The moonlight obliquely shone on the man's back and reflected on the ground.

A moment later, a hurried figure rushed into the hall, hurriedly knelt on the ground and said: "I see Your Highness the Third Prince, I forgive you for being too far away to meet the Third Prince."

"Get up," Jun Yi flicked his sleeves and glanced coldly, "Master Qing, you should be very clear about the principles of my prince's work, right?"

"The old minister is clear, and I hope the third prince will forgive me." Lord Yan Guanqing kowtowed again.

"Forget it, how are things going?" Jun Yi asked with his back on his back and his head bowed, rubbing his fingers.

"Back to the third prince, the old minister has imprisoned the prince, but..."

"Just what?" Jun Yi raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's just that the prince is a royal family, and there is no evidence for killing someone. Dali Temple is not easy to hold for a long time. Is it appropriate for the third prince to return it to Zongzheng Temple?" Lord Qing knelt on the ground and frowned.

"Oh?" Jun Yi turned sideways with a smirk and condescendingly glanced at the people on the ground, "In the final analysis, you are still afraid, Mr. Qing, right?"

"Third prince, why, how can you say that the prince is also the emperor... I am afraid that the emperor will blame me..."

"Oh, don't worry about that, as long as you give this prince a good look at this person, I will guarantee you a long life!" Jun Yi sneered disdainfully.

"This..." Lord Qing hesitated.

"Master Qing, you should be very clear about our plan, right?" Jun Yi raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

"clear."

"Then show my prince a good look!" After finishing speaking, the blue dress with long sleeves swished and turned to leave.

In front of the prison gate of Dali Temple.

Shen Qiaoyan held the wine bottle and looked at the large characters engraved on the prison door with his wobbly body, wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "It seems to be here..."

Then she stepped forward with shaky steps, pointed at the guard in front of her and yelled, "Open the door for my princess! My princess wants to see that bastard inside!"

The two gate guards in front of the prison looked at the drunken concubine and looked at each other in surprise.

Why did the princess come running drunk in the middle of the night?

"Both of you quickly open the door for my princess! I want to see you, I want to see that bastard inside!" Shen Qiaoyan pointed at the door and shouted again.

"The thirteenth princess, please come back to the prison." One of the guards stretched out his spear and stood in front of Shen Qiaoyan.

Shen Qiaoyan suddenly smiled sinisterly, narrowed her eyes, looked at the two guards in front of her and said, "You guys, don't you want some bribes! I understand this, take it!"

With that said, Shen Qiaoyan threw the wine bottle in his hand to them.

Immediately afterwards, she walked into the prison as quickly and easily as lightning, and while walking in, she also said: "The high-quality wine in this drunken building is enough for you to exchange for your life, take it and drink it up." !"

"Princess! This..." The two looked blankly at the wine in their hands.

"Let her go in, anyway, what can happen to two fools inside? There will be good wine for you, let's drink and drink!" One of them glanced at Shen Qiaoyan's figure and said disdainfully.

Shen Qiaoyan supported the prison wall and walked in step by step. The dim fire light in the prison formed many overlapping images in her pupils.

She blinked her eyes and raised her hand to sweep the shadow in front of her eyes and shouted: "Jun Zechen! Come out to my princess! You bastard! Liar!"

But there was no sound in the prison, and it was surprisingly quiet.

"Jun Zechen! You bastard! Did you hear that! Come out!" Shen Qiaoyan yelled again while leaning on the wall.

In front of a small iron window in a certain cell in the prison, two figures stood under the moonlight. The iron door of the cell was wide open, and the prison head who supervised the cell had passed out on the ground.

(End of this chapter)