The cold and dampness of the water prison did not spread to places outside the Third Prince's Mansion. After inspecting it, Le Feng continued to stand guard outside the water prison.
Thinking that he would be taken to the capital tomorrow, he became even more vigilant and cautious.
There must be no mistakes before tomorrow.
Across from them, the Third Prince's guards glanced at the loyal Liao Feng and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Brother, is your master so strict with his subordinates?"
"No wonder people outside say that Master Chen has an iron fist. I think you are really serious and rigorous."
Le Feng didn't move at all, nor did he turn his head to look at him. He just replied, "This is my duty as a guard."
"Isn't the Third Prince strict in governing his subordinates?"
Le Feng asked back. Ever since he entered the Third Prince's Mansion, he found that although the Third Prince was easy-going in daily life, he was very meticulous in his actions.
A glint of admiration flashed in the guard's eyes. "Of course. Our Third Prince has an easygoing personality and is kind to others, but he always gets down to business."
The two of them chatted quite happily. The man lowered his voice, his tone a little surprised:
"Brother, this water dungeon in our house was originally just a dungeon. Who would have thought that Lord Chen would come up with such a plan, filling it with water and imprisoning Zhang Bin here?"
"They even pierced his shoulder blade with an iron chain and nailed him to an iron pillar. It's rare that Lord Chen could take such revenge on Madam Chen."
Le Feng didn't take it seriously when he heard this. He said in a cold tone, "Zhang Bin deserves his punishment. If he were imprisoned in the master's camp, there would be many more ways to torture him than this."
After he finished speaking, the person opposite him couldn't help but shudder, and the image of Chen Yanwang was completely imprinted in his mind.
Seeing this, Liao Feng chuckled and said, "Are you scared?"
The guard waved his hands helplessly: "It's really horrifying. Today I can be said to have broadened my horizons here, brother."
After saying this, the two of them were silent for a long time, and the entire Third Prince's Mansion fell into silence again.
At the same time, Chen Zhizhou and Gu Qing went to bed early and extinguished the candles in the room.
In the second half of the night, Chen Zhizhou was woken up. He noticed that the person next to him was twitching slightly, so he immediately turned on the light.
Gu Qing's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and his brows were furrowed.
Her mouth opened and closed slightly, as if she was saying something, but he couldn't hear clearly. He could only whisper to wake her up: "Qing'er? Qing'er?"
Gu Qing was immersed in a dream. When he heard the voice, he opened his eyes after a while. There were tears in his eyes and he looked quite dazed.
"Qing'er, did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid."
Chen Zhizhou patted her chest gently to calm Gu Qing's emotions.
Gu Qing was silent for a long time, then suddenly turned his head to look at him and said seriously, "I dreamed that Zhang Bin died."
After these words were spoken, Chen Zhizhou's hand paused for a moment, then he smiled and continued to comfort him, "Don't worry, the Third Prince sends doctors to keep him alive every day, and the prison is heavily guarded. I have also sent Le Feng to assist, so nothing will happen."
"That's good..."
Gu Qing always felt uneasy. The dream she just had was too real, so real that she felt like she was there.
"Look, you're all sweaty. What if you catch a cold?"
As he spoke, Chen Zhizhou sent someone to get a basin of hot water and carefully wiped the sweat off Gu Qing's body, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
He listened to what Gu Qing said just now. After cleaning Gu Qing, he took the opportunity to send a letter to Feng Feige, asking him to report the current situation.
Only after the carrier pigeon brought back the letter did he feel at ease to turn off the lights and lie down with Gu Qing again.
"Don't worry, there are no accidents in the Third Prince's Mansion." Chen Zhizhou coaxed Gu Qing to fall asleep again, but he himself stayed awake all night.
At three o'clock in the morning, the third prince blew a whistle, breaking the peace of the entire capital.
"Catch him!"
Inside the dungeon, the Third Prince's men pointed at the man in black who was about to escape from prison and shouted angrily.
Le Feng immediately tapped his feet lightly, exerted all his strength, and forced out the sword energy to cut off the man's legs and feet, blocking his way.
The others immediately checked Zhang Bin's condition. Afterwards, everyone's faces darkened in an instant, and they felt hopeless.
Le Feng captured the man in black and just turned back to look at Zhang Bin when the man in black under him started bleeding from all seven orifices and died suddenly.
The two corpses lying one horizontally and one vertically in the dungeon caused the temperature around them to drop to freezing point.
Even though summer was approaching, everyone's hearts were frozen at this moment. Le Feng clenched his fists tightly and angrily slammed the iron pillar: "This is really abominable!"
The side of the knife cut through the palm of his hand, and drops of blood spread in the dark and bottomless water. The water dungeon was filled with blood, and the pressure and fear became more and more intense.
Everyone knew that the Third Prince and Chen Zhizhou would be furious.
They won't survive this night.
Not long after, Li Xiangji came in quickly, wrapped in a cloak, still carrying the air of dust and exhaustion. His eyes were bloodshot, but even in this situation, he still maintained his dignity. He suppressed his surging anger and asked rationally, "How is the person?"
The guards beside him knelt cautiously, their hearts ache as they bowed their heads. "Your Highness! I deserve to die. I failed to stop the thieves. Zhang Bin... is dead!"
“Dead!”
The last two words echoed in the dungeon like a ghost's whisper. Li Xiangji staggered two steps and almost lost his balance.
His cold gaze shifted towards the man in black on the ground. Blood gushed out from all his orifices, staining his entire face red.
You can tell it’s Deadpool at first glance.
"Check for me! How did that person get in? Who does he belong to?" Li Xiangji shouted angrily, rarely losing his composure.
Liao Feng lowered his hands, his face looked grim, and he took two steps forward and replied:
"Your Highness, this happened suddenly. It is Le Feng's fault. However, I need to report to the master now and make long-term plans for my trip to the palace tomorrow."
"Go ahead."
Li Xiangji waved his hands tiredly, and when he was about to leave the dungeon, he turned around and reminded him:
"Tell Chen Zhizhou that the memorial has been submitted. Even if Zhang Bin cannot be brought there alive tomorrow, his body must be brought into the palace."
This means that the emperor will surely be furious by then, but even so, they have to go this time.
After receiving the order, Liao Feng immediately flew out of the Third Prince's Mansion and disappeared into the boundless night like a ghost.
Li Xiangji turned around and looked at the guards kneeling in front of him waiting for punishment, frowning:
"Everyone, get up! Take care of Zhang Bin's body and bring it to the palace tomorrow. We'll thoroughly investigate the men in black, leaving no stone unturned."
"yes!"
Everyone went down to do it immediately.
Li Xiangji stared at Zhang Bin's swollen body and the dagger stuck in his chest, and fell into deep thought.
Fifth brother, you really don't leave any chance for third brother to survive.
On the other side, Chen Zhizhou quietly got out of bed, put on a coat, went out of the room and looked at Liao Feng who was kneeling on the ground.
The moonlight was cool and clear, dispelling the heat of the day and making people's hearts feel bright in the cold.
Without further ado, Chen Zhizhou's entire body was filled with hostility, and he asked word by word: "What's the matter?"
"Master, Zhang Bin is dead." Le Feng felt extremely complicated, mostly guilty and angry about his own incompetence.
Chen Zhizhou sneered, but did not get angry. However, his expression was more terrifying than usual. His eyes were like a beast in the night, full of murderous intent.
"Third Prince, did you bring a message?"
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