After he said this, Youmeng felt really sorry and lowered her face and refused to speak.

"Princess, why are you so unhappy about the things Qiwu gave?" He leaned over with a timid attitude, unwilling to let her go, and insisted on seeing her embarrassed expression clearly. "Princess really doesn't like Chongqiwu. One day you accidentally threw me away?"

"Your words made my stomach hurt." Youmeng said guiltily, "I thought I didn't mean it. I was still wearing it the day I went to Baima Temple. Later, something happened to Liyou. I was completely in a dark place. When I looked back, I found that Bu Yao disappeared."

It turned out that it was lost that day? Qi Wu's heart twitched, and his smile froze instantly. He couldn't bear to tease her anymore. He slowly sat back and changed into a considerate tone: "Okay, then say that, if you say that, you will be thrown away well, just pretend that you have blocked a disaster for you. I'll give you a better one another day, so don't lose it again."

Youmeng raised her eyes and smiled faintly with relief: "It's all right, just don't get angry."

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The team escorting the prisoners had set off from the Prime Minister's Mansion and headed towards the established route.

Su Zhi was wearing a black cloak, wrapped around him in the darkness, and half of the sarcastic mask showed a pair of gloomy cold eyes.

That day in the prime minister's torture room, he cruelly tortured Zuo Jingpeng with his limbs. The gears were rotated and the ropes sprained his muscles and bones, making him worse than death.

"I'll ask you again." Midway through Su Zhi asked the prison guard to stop, lean over slowly, approaching calmly but viciously, "Where is the roster?"

Zuo Jingpeng was dying: "In... the batch of silk goods sent to Lin'an..."

Su Zhi curled the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, and Yao Quan was so angry that he shouted in the cell behind him: "You are talking nonsense! You will kill many people like this!"

It is no wonder that Zuo Jingpeng is rebellious, but the punishment of physical and mental abuse is too painful. It disintegrates people's will bit by bit. Zuo Jingpeng's ability to grit his teeth and survives this is beyond the limit of ordinary people.

After that, Zuo Jingpeng was no longer a useless person. Su Zhi gave him a happy way to die, leaving Yao Quan as a hostage, and causing the rebels to take the bait.

Yao Quan knew that once the secret was revealed, the crisis of the guild would be difficult to recover. He was heartbroken by Zuo Jingpeng's rebellion. While gritting his teeth, he scolded him and the people in the prime minister's house. Su Zhiwu stood up straight, as if he had not heard of it, and was quite proud to take Juxu away from the execution room.

On the night of the Great Heat, the noise of carnival of the people in the distant streets came to your ears. Juxu followed Su Zhi and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, since you have pried open Zuo Jingpeng's mouth, why don't you go back the list in person and give Guo Feng the opportunity to make meritorious contributions?"

"Don't worry, he can't get it." Su Zhi's steps were steady and his voice was low.

Juxu was shocked: "Did the young master have made arrangements?"

Su Zhi stopped and looked up. The street lights were bright, lit up his dark pupils: "No, someone has taken the roster one step closer to us."

Juxu understood that the young master had already expected that he would not be able to get the list back, so he asked Guo Feng to take the blame for his poor work. He followed Su Zhi and looked in the same direction: "Young Master Han should be on the main street, right?"

Su Zhi looked at the distance silently, as deep and unpredictable as night.

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Qi Lu walked on the main street with a team of people. He and his men were wearing black clothes and white masks. On such a special festival tonight, they were mixed in the crowd and dressed up strangely.
Chapter completed!