Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 718 Emperor Yong'an personally interrogated Joel Yan
Yingchen sat down on the chair dejectedly.

The emperor who always loved cleanliness, at this moment, his clothes were covered with wrinkles, his chin was covered with fine stubble, and his eyes were full of fine bloodshot eyes. In his dejection, there was also a kind of sex appeal that people couldn't take their eyes off.

What he was caressing in his hand was Chang Sheng's hairpin with a string of tassels on it, as if she was vivid in his memory.

But he couldn't see her, he couldn't hear her.

There was nowhere to release his anger and anxiety, and he leaned there as if he had been hollowed out. For three whole days, there was no clue.

Xuanshang knocked on the door: "Master, there is news from the dungeon that Joel Yan is still not recruiting. Ask and don't say anything."

As if a gleam of light suddenly slipped through the empty pupils, Ying Chen raised his eyes, straightened up, and stood up from the chair.

Xuanshang stood at the door waiting for the emperor's order, and suddenly saw the emperor coming out from inside, his eyes that were as deep as a pool made one's heart palpitate, "Master."

Yingchen's phoenix eyes flicked lightly, staring at the direction of the dungeon, and strode over.

An unpleasant smell lingered in the dungeon.

Mo Hejiu sat impatiently on the chair, crossed his legs, and held a whip in his hand.

Like a thin snake, twisted into a circle.

Joel Yan's hands were hung high, his cheeks were so swollen that he couldn't see his original appearance, bloodshot sticky hangs at the corner of his mouth, and he was drowsy.

"Let's not talk, will you?"

Mo Hejiu had run out of patience. He flicked the whip in his hand, stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and prepared to continue:
"Joel Yan, now that things are going on, you should learn to be smarter, talk about it earlier, and solve the pain earlier, shouldn't you?"

Joel pulled her lips and smiled. Although her face was swollen like a huge bloody steamed bun, she could feel her cheeks were swollen-swollen as soon as she pulled her lips, but it still didn't affect her disdain, and she raised her head slightly:

"You want to be tortured, don't you?"

She panted, "I told you, I really don't know where Qu Changsheng is."

"Then who did you send to kill her, don't you know?"

Mo Hejiu turned cold, and clenched the whip tightly in his hands: "I'm not a sympathetic person, you'd better tell me quickly."

Hearing this question, Qiao Eryan found it even more ridiculous: "Anyway, I'm dead, why should I say, anyway, Qu Changsheng is near the end of his life, even if I die, I can still have a companion in the underworld."

A touch of snow suddenly came into view.

Qiao Eryan looked up, and saw Ying Chen standing at the door, with one hand in front of him, looking at her indifferently.

His gaze seemed to be a seducer from hell, wanting to throw this hook straight into his heart.

Joel flinched and lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

Mo Jijiu saw Ying Chen actually came, "We are still interrogating, do you want to—"

"No need." Before he could finish speaking, Ying Chen interrupted him lightly: "Take her to the inner room."

Inner room?

Joel Yan frowned, feeling inexplicable.

In the inner room, there is only one bed, and nothing else.

She was put down from the shackles, dragging heavy chains on her feet, and walked towards the inner room while being pushed and shoved.

Ying Chen was at the forefront.

His clothes were snow-white, with white cranes embroidered on them, clean and elegant.

Joel put his eyes on the white crane with nothing to rest in, and it rose and fell little by little with his steps.

There is a clean smell inside the inner room, which is different from the bad smell outside.

"Put her to bed."

Ying Chen slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his clean and slender wrists from the wide sleeves.

(End of this chapter)