She suddenly had an MMP expression.

Isn't it? I don't really have any special hobbies.

But fortunately, Shen Zaiye just stared at her deeply without saying anything. He put her socks and shoes on and did the whole process himself.

Put her bare feet on your knees, half-kneeling to change her, long eyelashes drooped, serious and good-looking.

Her heartbeat was also a few beats erratic, and she was afraid that she couldn't control it, so she simply turned her head away and didn't look at it.

"alright."

Shen Zaiye helped her out of bed, put a cloak on her, "Let's go."

She was led by him obediently and walked out the door, only to find that a thick layer of snow had fallen last night.

He held her hand and stepped carefully on the bluestone steps. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, as if he was afraid that she would fall, and held his fingers tightly, not intending to let go.

She couldn't help but look at his side face, the gentle sunshine was shining on his face, and his long eyelashes were also covered with a layer of furry light. It seemed that he noticed her gaze, he raised his eyes and met her eyes.

At this glance, it was as if the ice and snow had just melted, and flowers were blooming.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Zaiye raised his eyebrows with a hint of unruliness in his eyebrows: "Is this king that good-looking?"

She choked and quickly turned her head: "You are shameless! You are not good-looking. I am the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Ha." Shen Zaiye chuckled, and the voice was soft and pleasant: "I didn't think that before, but now I realize that your beauty is truly astonishing."

The compliment made her a little embarrassed, and she quickly withdrew her hand: "Stop saying sour words and leave quickly."

Shen Zaiye seemed to see through her shyness. He pursed his lips and smiled without saying anything. He held her hand again and said, "The road is slippery, hold on to me."

The two people came to the dungeon.

It has to be said that Shen Zaiye should be the only person who can light charcoal fire for prisoners.

The moisture in the dungeon was mixed with a bit of a stench, which made people do evil. An Yao covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and followed Shen Zaiye to a cell.

The flower-picking thief, whose wounds had been completely bandaged, was lying on the straw pile, not sleeping soundly. He seemed to hear their voices and suddenly opened his eyes: "Your Majesty!!"

He seemed to have seen a ghost. His calmness from last night was completely gone. He kowtowed and knelt down: "Your Majesty, please spare my life. My crime deserves death. I shouldn't have touched the princess's mind. But please." You, please spare this villain’s life because he didn’t touch the princess!!”

An Yao sneered and sat on the chair opposite: "You are so embarrassed to say this!"

Her eyes were contemptuous: "Last night, you said you were going to kill me after touching me. Have you forgotten?"

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he glanced at Shen Zaiye behind her in fear, his body was like a sieve: "It's a villain who deserves to die!!! It's a villain who was temporarily deceived by your beauty. Princess Qing spared the villain, Princess please spare the villain!!!"

An Yao looked at the man who was trying his best to shrink into a ball, a flash of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Even if she begged him back then, he would never let her go.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes were slightly cold, and she said with a hint of joking: "Actually, this princess is a kind person, but you have to tell me truthfully why you know that the prince is not in the palace, and whether someone has tipped you off."

The man panicked and replied sincerely: "The young one has already said that the thing is on the wall I mentioned. I used to use this to contact the ladies, so when someone writes to me, I know it."

"What about the letter?"

The man hurriedly said: "The letter is under the pillow in my room. I folded it well. You might be able to recognize it after you look at it. The handwriting is beautiful and it looks like it belongs to a woman."

woman.

An Yao frowned, vaguely having an answer in her heart.

Nine times out of ten, it should be Leng Xueyan or Gu Ling.

She became increasingly unhappy, leaning lazily on the chair, turning her face to look at Shen Zaiye: "Have you gone looking for it?"

Shen Zaiye nodded and looked at the guy again: "Have you treated me truthfully?"

The man nodded like he was pounding garlic.

He raised his head slightly and pulled An Yao to stand up. When he got out of the cell, he said:

"First castrate, then kill."

When the man inside heard this, his face changed greatly, and he rushed forward with a struggle: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please spare my life! Please!! Your Majesty, I am willing to work as a slave for you. Please don't take me anymore, Your Majesty!"

No matter how much he begged for mercy, it was of no use.

Ah Qing ordered people to come up and deal with it. Even if he could still walk and shout, he was already a dead body in their eyes.

"Last night, even if I begged him, it would definitely not work." An Yao lowered her head, listening to the screams behind her, a trace of murderous intent flashed in her eyes: "Now you know how to beg me."

After a pause, she added: "If it were really a woman, I would have killed her with my own hands."

"You don't have to kill it with your own hands." Shen Zaiye said, "Just let me do it."

An Yao turned to look at him and saw his eyes darkened with murderous intent: "I'll kill her myself."

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Leng Xueyan lay on the bed anxiously and had not left the house since early in the morning.

She was supposed to go to the skirt show today, but she didn't go.

I don’t know if the letter I wrote yesterday had any effect, and whether An Yunsha has been ruined by someone now.

"Miss, Miss!!" The maid hurriedly walked in with a panicked expression: "Miss, I have inquired that the princess was rescued last night, and the flower-picking thief is dead."

"What did you say?!"

Leng Xueyan's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she suddenly tightened her grip on the quilt: "She was saved by her background. She is really lucky."

"But miss, if this flower-picking thief dies, will it be traced to you?"

Leng Xueyan's hands and feet suddenly became cold, and she huddled under the quilt with a panicked expression:

"How could it possibly be traced to me? I just reminded him that he took the initiative to find the princess. What does it have to do with me? It was him who wanted to die!!"

After a pause, she poked her head out from under the quilt and looked at the maid in panic: "You can't find it on me, right?"

She had already regretted it after she found that the letter had been torn up last night.

If she was really found, wouldn't she die?

The maids were also panicked and quickly came to comfort them: "Miss, please calm down first and relax. This matter has nothing to do with you. It's just a letter. No matter how much I check, I can't find your identity." Come on, don't worry."

"That's right...it won't be found on me." Leng Xueyan breathed a long sigh of relief and lay back silently, her hands and feet were cold: "But I still feel worried. If someone really finds out, our whole family's life will be affected." Everyone will die."
Chapter completed!