Chapter 226

Yan luoqian's fingertips were cold and his tone was hurried, "father, did you just want to torture her when you sent Qiqi to Dali temple? Father, please, she's not wrong. Please let her go... "

"If you come today to plead for Yan Qiqi, don't say it. If you say less, she may suffer less."

Yan Di looked at Yan luoqian, who was kneeling on the ground and crying with a runny nose and tears. "Qian Er, the truth varies from person to person. You say she is not wrong, but in my opinion, she is very wrong. As a woman, she does not cultivate herself and seduce the crown prince. This is a great crime! You said, "if I don't teach her a lesson, how can you understand what's wrong?"

Yan luoqian opened his tearful eyes and choked his defense. "Qiqi didn't seduce his ministers. They liked her. It's none of her business, father and Emperor."

With a long sigh, Emperor Yan went to the prince and pulled him up. He patted him on his not too broad shoulder. He said with great sincerity, "when you reach the age of your father, you will understand the real meaning of the sentence that you don't kill bole, but Bole dies because of you. Go back, she will be fine."

It's useless to say so much. Yan luoqian seems to be ignorant of his father's good intentions, but there is a kammai in his heart. It's no use asking his father, and he can't go to Dali temple, so he can only worry.

Looking at his leaving back, Yan Diwei sighed with an inaudible sigh, as if he was talking to himself, "it seems that the speed of marrying the proton of the northern kingdom should be accelerated..."

Yan Qiqi said she was escorted by a bodyguard. In fact, she was not escorted. It looked more like two bodyguards escorting her to Dali temple.

This exotic Dali temple is different from the Ministry of punishment. The Ministry of punishment is the place to detain serious criminals, and Dali temple is more like the patriarchal government in the Qing Dynasty, which specially detains and interrogates those royal children who made mistakes.

The majestic gate is dozens of feet high, and the gate is full of sharp iron spikes. The three gold lettered plaques of dragon flying and wind dancing in Dali temple are hung at the gate, which is more dignified.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry in!" Perhaps the bodyguard headed by Yan Qiqi was very impatient because of his confidence when he arrived at the place, so he pushed and bustled Yan Qiqi.

With a "squeak", the door was opened. What led into the eyes was a ladder that stretched downward and could not see the end. It was wet on the ladder, and there was a stuffy damp smell between the nose.

Until today, she found that the Dali temple was a royal dungeon!

"Take off your shoes!" The bodyguard looked at her feet very coldly. Yan Qiqi could only obey orders, took off his shoes and stood on the ground barefoot.

She thought she couldn't wear her own shoes, but at least she would give her a pair of straw sandals, but after waiting for a long time, the bodyguards standing on both sides didn't move at all and kept urging her to move forward.

"Brother bodyguard, can I just go barefoot?"

Listening to Yan Qiqi's question, the guard groaned. He didn't know where to pick up an iron bar and handed it to her, "help it." Then there was no sound again.

The bodyguard walked in front, followed by Yan Qiqi, and then went down one foot. She felt that the ladder was extremely slippery. Fortunately, there was an iron bar, otherwise she would fall.

Smart as she instantly understood why she took off her shoes. The ground was so slippery, probably to prevent others from running away? But it doesn't make sense. Here, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry. In such a heavily guarded place, who has the ability to escape? It's more like a whole person's bad taste.

"Go in!"

After walking for a long time, Yan Qiqi and the guard stopped at the door of a room like an iron cage.

Now it's dog days. The stuffy craze and wet insects and rats are walking everywhere. At a glance, there are less than ten square meters of houses, but there are more than ten people crowded!

Dozens of eyes stared at her at the same time, with dull eyes and indifferent expression.

Yan Qiqi walked in slowly and walked carefully. It was too dark here. He could step on people without paying attention.

Before she could find a place to sit, the door slammed shut.

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"How's it going?" In the dark secret room, only the torches gushing from both sides were burning faintly and crackling, adding a bit of eerie gloom to the claustrophobic secret room.

The person sitting at the front of the table was dressed in black clothes, his bony hands tilted his orchid fingers, thumb and index finger, took a white handkerchief, gently wiped a cold dagger, hung his eyes and asked the guard kneeling on the ground.

The guard was no one else, just the one who sent Yan Qiqi to his cell just now.

"Tell Lord he that she has been locked up, but according to his subordinates, I'm afraid it's a hard bone..." the guard's voice became lower and lower. If he hadn't knelt on the ground, he would have been paralyzed.

No one else was sitting in front of the case. It was he Donglai, the head of Dali temple, who frightened all the prisoners!

What he carefully wiped in his hand was also his sharp tool for extorting confessions - The Lancet.

The willow leaf is thin and thin, and the dagger in his hand is about three inches long. Looking at it, it doesn't live up to its name. However, the reason why this knife is named after willow leaf is that He Dong likes to use this knife to delay those who commit great crimes when he comes to interrogate prisoners.

It is said that he Donglai was a puppet before he came. Later, he refused to give false testimony because he provoked the officials. All the family except him were hacked to death. He was greatly stimulated physically and mentally and went away. Then he spent all his wealth to bribe the local head of 100 households. With his excellent skills, he was favored by the head of Dali temple at that time and accepted as an assistant.

Then, unfortunately, the official who killed his family caused trouble. The case was submitted to Dali temple for review. His enemies were particularly jealous when they met. He Donglai used a willow knife as an autopsy and killed the official one by one, which was regarded as revenge for killing the family that year.

He Donglai's character suddenly changed and became sinister, treacherous and unpredictable. If he didn't pay attention, the people under his hand would be either dead or injured. Everyone in Dali temple was afraid of him, but there was nothing he could do.

He is very favored by his majesty, and over the years, he has secretly done a lot of unseemly things for the royal family. His majesty values him, and those who hate him can't shake him. In this way, he has lived safely in the curse.