“Tsk tsk!”

Ying Wuji couldn't help but laugh and said, "Father! You have a really venomous tongue. I feel relieved!"

Zhao Ji smiled faintly and said, "If you don't have poison, you won't be able to vent your anger. If you feel better, you can recover more smoothly!"

Ying Wuji smiled and bowed: "Thank you father for the miraculous medicine! By the way, father, I still have some things to deal with, the secret prison..."

The secret cell is the most guarded and perverted cell in the Royal Palace of Li.

Only prisoners who are capable of influencing the future direction of the country are qualified to be imprisoned.

It is said that Li Caitan was imprisoned for a period of time, and was only sent to the Li family villa after Tangtang entered the palace.

Ying Wuji didn’t know how many prisoners there were in prison now.

But he knew Nangong Yan was inside.

Zhao Ji threw a token to him and said, "Go! You take care of the Sword Immortal Conference. Ning'er will start superintendentship tomorrow, so you should share Ning'er's worries. But don't be too tired, take your time when your body allows."

"yes!"

Ying Wuji knew that he was expressing his trust, and felt a little warm in his heart. He bowed and left.

In Chongli Palace, only the father and daughter were left.

After Ying Wuji left, Zhao Ji's spirit became noticeably lower.

Zhao Ning sighed softly: "Father, how is your health?"

Zhao Ji snorted, "That old bastard Ying Yue knew my condition and was afraid that I would live too long, so he didn't hold back at all during the fight. This fight cost me at least three months of my life."

Zhao Ning looked a little solemn.

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "It doesn't matter! It's more than enough to hold on until you ascend the throne!"

In a few months, the new land will be stable.

After another ten months, she went into seclusion to give birth to a child.

Even if you include the time for postpartum recovery, it will only take about a year and a half at most.

That's enough!

He waved his hand: "Although your injuries are not as severe as Wuji's, they are not light either. Go back and have a good rest!"

"yes!"

Zhao Ning could only bow and leave.

Zhao Ji glanced at the empty hall.

He sighed leisurely.

The lack of physical strength made him feel somewhat helpless.

Do this.

Is that right?

…

The prison is sealed from sunlight.

Only the flickering candlelight on the stone wall provided some light.

Holding the token, Ying Wuji, under the guidance of the jailer, passed through one barrier after another and finally arrived in front of the stone gate.

The jailer activated the unique formation on the chest armor, and the stone door opened directly, and he made a gesture of invitation to Ying Wuji.

Ying Wuji entered the secret room and the stone door closed directly.

He glanced into the corner.

I found a figure curled up there.

Nangong Yan has a good appearance, but she is thin and looks malnourished. She is a typical matcha girl.

Especially after being locked up in the secret cell, he became very depressed, didn't eat well, and looked even thinner.

At this moment, she was huddled in a corner, scratching her left arm with the five fingers of her right hand, until her entire arm was covered in blood, but she looked like she was enjoying it.

See Ying Wuji coming over.

She quickly picked up the chain and stood up, walking towards Ying Wuji anxiously. Unfortunately, the chain was engraved with array patterns and the tail was firmly embedded in the wall. With her collarbone locked, she could only walk three feet away from Ying Wuji at most.

There was no hatred on her face. Instead, she kept muttering in a mysterious way: "Ying Wuji! Please! Can you just give me the first day of my imprisonment again? This cell is really so stuffy that it drives me crazy!"

Ying Wuji: “…”

He took a step back imperceptibly.

Looking at Nangong Yan's sick smile, there were only three words in his mind: retreat! retreat! retreat!

He didn't want to be afraid either.

But this is too perverted.

It was only after he met Nangong Yan that he realized that not everyone can be a sadist. At least he still felt uncomfortable when he saw the bloody scene.

"Ying Wuji, please..."

Seeing that he was indifferent, Nangong Yan's tone even turned into pleading.

Ying Wuji shook his head and took out a scarecrow from the bracelet.

Then he threw it to the ground, and the scarecrow underwent a magical transformation.

Became... a bigger scarecrow.

The corner of Ying Wuji's mouth twitched. This puppetry was really abstract. After all, the Nangong family's "turning beans into soldiers" was a top-notch puppetry. Why was Nangong Yu's foundation in puppetry so poor?

I’m afraid he can’t even beat the old man playing chess on the riverbank, right?

"Excuse me!"

The scarecrow made a hoarse voice. If Ying Wuji hadn’t known who this person was in advance, he would never have thought that it was Nangong Yu.

When Nangong Yan saw the scarecrow, her crazy emotions quickly calmed down.

She glanced at it indifferently, with a hint of sneer on her lips: "Oh? Where did Prince Consort pick up this scarecrow from?"

Nangong Yu pulled out a piece of paper from the scarecrow, put it on his face, and said in a deep voice: "I am the brother!"

There is a face drawn on the paper.

It looks like Nangong Yu.

Don't say.

Being posted like this.

I really felt a sense of immersion.

Nangong Yan: “…”

Ying Wuji: “…”

Nangong Yu sighed softly, but the scarecrow's body was leaking air, making a rustling sound.

He looked at Nangong Yan, his voice choked: "You have suffered!"

Nangong Yan sneered: "No matter how hard it is, it is not as much as the suffering you two have brought me! I see that your body of earth virtue has been completed, so what? Have you already refined your own son?"

Even if you are just straw.

Nangong Yu's body also stiffened for a moment, and he said with a painful look: "You know I don't want to!"

Ying Wuji was eating melon silently beside him.

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