Shi Yong turned his head and saw Zhao Yin's handsome face as cold as a ghost under the firelight, and the fire pie almost fell off.

"grown ups--"

The words stuck in the throat.

The embroidered spring knife on her neck forced her to shut up.

Zhao Yin spread his arms and took her fire note and lit the candle. Shi Yong did not move, his eyes did not leave the blade with the cold light, until the man behind him pressed down like a mountain, circling her between the desk and his chest.

"What do you mean when you come here?"

He was caught on the spot in doing bad things, and even Shi Yong could not calm down.

"Sir, I'm here..."

After a while, she couldn't find a good excuse. She turned around, looked at Zhao Yin steadily, bit her lower lip, and made a delicate look like a little daughter.

"I'm here to find you. The little woman is happy and has no choice but to speak up, so she wants to secretly send a token to relieve her lovesickness."

As she said that, she stared at the Xiuchun Knife, reached her hand to her waist, took off her old purse, and spread it in her palm, "Sir, look..."

Zhao Yin kept silent, picked up the purse and took a look, and threw it far away with a snap. The long voice listened to the shade and mocking in the silence.

"Next time I lie, look into my eyes."

Shi Yong didn't know how to answer, so he gave up and closed his eyes in a disgusting way, looking as if he could handle it.

"If you don't believe in the true love of a little girl, then just listen to it."

Zhao Yin's mouth curled up a curve and almost burst into laughter: "Do you really think I won't kill you?"

The embroidered spring knife is a little closer to the neck,

It seems like it's about to eat meat.

Shi Yong opened his eyes and looked at him, "Kill me. I'm sincere. Living is boring, so why not die."

She didn't expect that she was so easy and affectionate.

Sure enough, the knife holder easily breaks the bottom line on the neck...

However, Zhao Yin's face was not moved at all. He looked at her for a moment, took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist, poured out a pill of unknown things, and handed it to her.

“Eat it.”

The black meatballs exuded a strong aroma of medicine.

"What's this?"

"Show your sincerity to me."

“…”

The truth is fake, but the medicine is real.

How dare Shi Yong take messy medicine casually?

She frowned, "Sir, I'm most afraid of taking medicine."

Zhao Yin was standing tall, his eyes were like a pool of cold autumn water, so deep that he couldn't see through. Suddenly, he held his palm and whistled it, putting his knife into the sheath.

Just when Shi Yong thought he was going to give up this ridiculous idea, he suddenly grabbed her back with one hand, pressed her on the desk, and then pinched her jaw hard, forcibly fed the pill into her mouth.

Breathing tightly,

Gurgle!

Shi Yong was forced to swallow it.

A warm current rushed straight from her throat and her body was so scared that she was cold.

"What did you give me food?"

"Ask the Heart Dan."

“What to do?”

"The drug of loyalty, the drug of truth, the drug of obedience."

Isn’t it just a poison that controls people?

Despicable, shameless and obscene.

Shi Yong stared at him, and the blood vessels on his neck were swollen, but Zhao Yin narrowed his eyes lazily. A finger with a calluse shaved her chin and neck little by little, as if he could strangle her to death at any time. His breathing was clear and stimulating, and his words made her frightened and scared, sour and numb.

"Are you still unwilling to tell the truth?"

Shi Yong cursed in his heart and reached out to his throat.

"Don't waste your energy." Zhao Yin slowly sat on the chair behind the desk, gently brushed the corner of his robe, looking at her with a faint look. The luxurious and cold figure had a strong murderous aura, and his voice was even more ruthless.

"Say! What are you doing here?"

"..." Yong retching continued.

"I am not very patient. From the survivor of the family extermination case to the Wu family class at night, and then sneaking to the imperial prison. Song Ashi, what secrets do you hide?"

Zhao Yin whispered, very dull, but the breath passed by his ears, and Shi Yong was like a scoop of cold water being poured in winter, and it was cold from head to toe.

How many spies does Zhao Yin have?

Is there anything he doesn’t know about in this capital city?

However, his words opened up new ideas.

She thought of Xianniang and copied Xianniang's feelings for her.

"I can't hide it from the adults. I said, I did this for Shi Yong."

Zhao Yin squinted his eyes and looked at her without saying a word.

Shi Yong couldn't see his emotions, leaned back and pressed his back against the desk.

"Shi Yong has been kind to me, and I don't want her to die inexplicably. That night, I took a mortal examination for Shi Yong and found that in addition to the hanged marks on her neck, there were also marks on her neck. I judged that she was stalked and then hung it up to commit suicide..."

"That day, why don't you tell the truth?"

"Don't dare." Shi Yong said half-truely: "The prison of the imperial court is your territory. If it weren't for the instructor of the emperor, who would dare to kill him?"

"You doubt me," said Zhao Yin.

"Um."

Shi Yong saw that he looked cold and smiled again, "But, now I don't doubt it."

"Is that true?" Zhao Yin picked up a document on the desk with his fingers, looked at it, and then sneered and threw it back, exposing her lies.

"Don't doubt, why did you visit the imperial prison at night?"

The murderous aura hidden in his tone is enough to make people scary, but Shi Yong smiled.

"When I come here, I may not be suspicious of you, the Grand Commander. There are so many people from the Jinyiwei. If a female criminal dies without knowing it, everyone will be suspicious..."

Zhao Yin glanced at her and suddenly sneered.

"Song Ashi, I don't know that if you have such skills, you can go freely under the eyes of the Jinyiwei?"

Shi Yong coughed lightly, "Adults are too good and don't have that great ability. Otherwise, how could he be caught by an adult? It's the most powerful one."

This flattery was insincere.

Seeing that his expression was relaxed, Shi Yong knew that he had saved his life. Zhao Yin had no intention of killing her for the time being, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"Sir, I've explained it clearly, what about the antidote?"

Zhao Yin looked at her lazily, "There is no antidote. As long as you are obedient, there will be no trouble."

“…”

What magical ancient magic medicine is this?
Chapter completed!