Chapter 107: It's just a dark room imprisonment, why bother with a madman. ...

Before General Luan disappeared, he happened to hand over the tiger talisman and seal to the captain, and gave detailed instructions on food supplies and battle deployment.

One cannot help but suspect that this move has been planned for a long time.

However, Guizhier didn't believe it.

In late spring and early summer, she lay in a rocking chair in the backyard of the braised food shop.

The warm sun gently wrapped around the girl, casting a golden glow on her skirt.

She narrowed her eyes, thought for a while, and called two apprentices.

"What's the matter, Master?"

The little cook with a ponytail wiped her hands and hurried out of the kitchen.

"I'm going on a long journey, so I'll leave you some self-defense tools and some recipes." Guizhier said in a few words.

The little boy in the short shirt with a slanted collar looked surprised.

Chef's recipes have always been top secret treasures and will not be revealed easily.

Young lady, are you... treating them as your personal disciples?

In the big iron pot in the kitchen, the marinade was bubbling and the rich aroma of the marinade made people salivate.

The leaves that had just sprouted were rustling in the breeze.

It was just such an ordinary afternoon when Guizhier waved goodbye and left.

Stroll to the central government office.

This place is completely different now. The vermilion gate stands tall, its copper nails gleaming with a cold, hard sheen. A wide stone staircase has been newly built in front of the gate, and stone lions glare angrily on either side.

Before he got close, armored guards came forward vigilantly.

"This is a confidential place for government officials, common people are not allowed to enter without permission!" The guard said with a serious expression.

Guizhi'er did not prepare a visiting card, but fortunately a patrolling secret guard knew her and delivered a message to the housekeeper on her behalf.

Even so, I still waited for more than half a day.

It wasn't until the evening that I had time.

"Miss Gui, His Highness invites you to dinner." The maid replied respectfully.

On the table, exquisite bowls and plates were arranged in order, all of which were filled with light soup.

There was a bowl of emerald white jade soup with bright green leaves and tofu; a plate of cold seasonal vegetables garnished with a little sauce; and finally a plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots.

Liang Yue was wearing a dark-patterned brocade robe, looking tired, and sitting upright on a carved sandalwood chair.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Guizhi'er was also well-behaved.

There was a polite awkwardness between the two of them.

Adhere to the rule of "don't talk while eating".

His Royal Highness Prince Yue picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth to chew, his expression as calm as water.

He took two sips of the soup, equally graceful and silent. After a brief taste, he signaled the maid to remove it.

"Are you satisfied with the dinner, young lady?" Liang Yue asked politely.

Guizhier put down her chopsticks.

"After eating, I don't even have the strength to hang myself." She blinked and spoke sincerely.

Liang Yue's stern expression relaxed a little, and a faint smile escaped from his throat.

He waved.

Soon, the kitchen added a pot of stewed deer tendons and duck, and a small bowl of bird's nest soup for Guizhier, which added a bit of meaty flavor.

"My young lady, what can I do for you, my king?"

Liang Yue picked up the neatly folded silk handkerchief beside the table and wiped his fingers slowly, his whole body exuding a cool and noble air.

He thought that since the last negotiation broke down, Gui Zhier would never set foot in the government office again.

"It's not a big deal." Guizhier took a bite of duck meat.

The meat is dry and tough, not very chewy.

She looked directly into the eyes of His Royal Highness Prince Yue and boldly asked, "I just wanted to find out from Your Highness whether General Luan is alive or dead."

"Life or death." Liang Yue snorted coldly, his jaw slightly tightened.

Deep in the man's eyes, a faint rage was boiling. He dropped the handkerchief in his hand, revealing a pale face with a somewhat morbid beauty.

She did not ask about Luan Shuangbai's whereabouts or whereabouts, but asked about his life or death.

Exaggeration and sensationalism.

"Young lady, you are worried and confused." Liang Yue suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, "I am also unaware of General Luan's disappearance."

He knew what she was speculating about.

The secrets of the royal family are shameful to speak of.

It is simply that Daliang values ​​culture over military affairs, and there has always been a tradition of putting away good bows when the birds are gone and the king killing military generals.

Luan Shuangbai was a military commander whose achievements were so great that they frightened the emperor. Moreover, the emperor advocated war, while he advocated peace, and the two had different philosophies...

"Even if I am afraid of General Luan's young talent, it is not too late to take action after we recover Lingnan!" Liang Yue said in a low and hoarse voice.

He usually looked calm and composed, but now he was so angry at the woman's words that he spoke without thinking, and the viciousness that he usually tried to restrain was exposed.

Liang Yue keenly sensed the importance of Luan Shuangbai in Gui Zhier's heart.

It seems to have always been like this.

Ever since the nomadic bandits from the Qiyanwushi tribe crossed Meishan Mountain for the first time and attacked the central prefectural city, Miss Gui left the city overnight and risked her life to save them.

What virtue and ability does Luan Shuangbai have?

Jealousy in my heart grows wildly like weeds.

But reason told him that she was just a girl in the boudoir and it was not worth getting upset over such a trivial matter.

Liang Yue raised his head slightly and looked at the night sky, trying to maintain a calm appearance.

His long neck was tense and seemed a little stiff.

After a moment, he lowered his head and said softly—

"It's late at night, and the journey home alone might be dangerous. It would be better for you to stay at the palace for the night."

Having said that, His Royal Highness Prince Yue's smile did not reach his eyes, and he finally waved his sleeves and left.

Guiji Braised Food Shop and the mansion are only ten feet apart.

What kind of danger is it?

"Could it be that he has gone crazy because of the pressure of planning to ascend the throne?" Gui Zhi'er thought to herself.

She shrugged indifferently, a hint of pity in her eyes.

Forget it, why bother with a madman.

Guizhier entered the side room under the escort of the secret guards.

The bedding in the room was tidy, but the door was locked tightly, trapping her in this small space with no possibility of escape.

The moonlight outside the window poured in like silver gauze.

Although in the prison cell, Guizhier was not anxious.

"System, help me set an alarm for 1:15 pm." She yawned, folded her hands casually in front of her, and lay down to sleep.

The thin quilt with a Shu brocade cover was cool to the touch, but it made her fall asleep quickly.

The woman breathed softly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and there was a sense of tranquility.

In the side room of the second hall, His Royal Highness Prince Yue was tossing and turning.

His long hair spread out across the pillow like a waterfall. His chiseled face was still handsome, but his eyes closed and opened again in the darkness.

An inexplicable irritability filled my heart.

The moon began to move slowly westward, it dimmed its light and gradually sank in position, from pure white like jade to slightly yellowish.

The Yin hour has arrived.

A tool with a slender and curved front end cautiously protruded from the center of the door gap.

Guizhier squatted down and operated carefully. With the flexible turning of her wrist, the tool gently moved in the lock core of the copper horizontal lock.

Soon there was a slight "click" sound.

"It works!" The woman smiled slyly, "It's always good to have many skills."

Lock picking is a necessary skill for these people in the underworld, and it is indispensable when traveling around the world.

Want to imprison her? Foolish dream!