The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

He didn't even have the spare time to find a good place for uncle han to bury. He could only make it casually, buried it at the foot of the mountain near the college, wiped his tears and left.

The Tang family has a great career.

A hundred legged insect dies but does not die.

Especially in the imperial court, I don't know how many secret lines and posts have been left over the years.

The importance of networking, at this time, is reflected.

Tianlao is under the jurisdiction of Dali temple.

In the past, Tang Qing was the one who supported him. Although Tang Qing was defeated in officialdom, he still thought about his kindness. He opened a back door for Tang Muyan in the middle of the night and quietly let him in.

"Ha ha, young master Tang, it's only a quarter of an hour, and I can only help you here."

The Minister of Dali Temple arched his hand to Tang Muyan, looking sorry.

Tang Mu Yan has been very grateful: "a quarter of an hour, enough, thank you."

quarter.

Enough to say a lot and do a lot.

Wearing a black cloak and covering most of his face, Tang Muyan walked on the dark, narrow and narrow road with his head down. On both sides of the road were cells. Most of the prisoners were the most ferocious criminals.

The most criminals have cold, bloodthirsty eyes and ferocious looks. In addition, they are wearing prison clothes and have terrible eyes.

Even though Tang Muyan has grown up, he has a little experience in the world, and still feels chilly.

Go all the way to the north end of Tianlong.

In front of a dark cell sealed with Vajra black iron and without windows, he stopped.

"Here it is."

A confidant sent by the Minister of Dali temple takes out the key from his waist.

With a click, the lock was unlocked.

Open the heavy door.

Dark cells, emitting a strong smell, mixed with the smell of moldy and feces, very pungent.

Tang Muyan, a young master, frowned on the spot and muttered in a low voice: "it smells terrible."

The confidant laughed awkwardly: "ha ha, let Tang Da Shao laugh, that's what death row is like. I don't even have a convenient bedpan. "

Tang Mu Yan's brow wrinkled deeper.

No bedpan?

Isn't that defecating everywhere?

For a long time, the image of his father Tang Qing in his heart, a tall and great bank, fell in an instant, fell to pieces. An indescribable emotion permeates the mind.

"The little one is leaving." The confidant Tang Muyan's face is not right. He doesn't speak any more. He lowers his head and retreats. His figure gradually disappears at the end of the dark.

Tang Muyan wrinkled his nose.

Take a deep breath.

Standing at the door for a long time, I finally finished my psychological construction and went in.

It was painted black inside. There was no sound.

He thought that his father had fallen asleep, or been tortured or fainted.

However, in fact, Tang Qing hasn't closed his eyes for several days and nights since he was locked in. He is a master of Zifu period. He doesn't sleep for several days and nights, which is nothing.

So, from the time his eldest son appeared at the door of the cell, he had witnessed everything with his own eyes.

Tang Qing is like a wolf in the dark, with a dim light in his eyes.

I'm in a desperate situation.

There's a plan to get out.

This strategy is too vicious.

He never made up his mind.

However, after seeing all the reactions of his eldest son Tang Muyan just now