"It doesn't matter? Then why are you in this room?"
"I came here to have fun."
"Playing? I think you and that witch are accomplices!"
""
All said and done, the man in purple always suspected Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun was really speechless.
"Okay, I am an accomplice, please arrest me."
Ye Qingyun spread his hands and stopped making excuses.
The man in purple eyes stared.
"He is indeed an accomplice! Arrest him immediately!"
"yes!"
Two people immediately rushed up and tied up Ye Qingyun.
"Fuck me"
Ye Qingyun wanted to curse.
What is this thing called?
I just came here to have fun, but I always encountered this kind of thing.
Who am I provoking?
Ye Qingyun felt very sad.
"Sir, there is someone else on the bed!"
At this time, the people from the Xuanjing Division saw Huikong lying on the bed.
And those four women.
The man in purple immediately walked over quickly.
I saw a monk lying on the bed.
He couldn't help but frown.
It feels like things are a bit complicated.
"Get this monk up!"
Two warriors in purple clothes immediately got Huikong out of bed.
It took a long time, but Huikong still didn't wake up.
"Sir, this monk is unconscious."
The man in purple touched his chin.
"Take this monk away with him."
"yes!"
Ye Qingyun and Huikongdang were taken away together.
"Ahem, what, I'm very familiar with your emperor."
"What nonsense!"
"Really, if you don't believe me, go and ask inside the palace."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"I know Li Fangbai, do you know Li Fangbai?"
"hehe."
"Oh, I'm telling you the truth, don't be so distrustful of people."
"I am too lazy to talk to you, a thief."
"I'm holding your mother in my arms!"
"What?"
"It's nothing. This is a dialect from my hometown. It shows respect for you."
"Ridiculous!"
Ye Qingyun ""
Ye Qingyun explained everything to the man in purple. But people simply don’t get enough oil and salt.
I couldn't listen to it at all.
Until Ye Qingyun and Huikong were both imprisoned in the Xuanjing Division Prison.
Boom!!!
The dark prison door suddenly closed.
Huikong was lying in the cell, still unconscious.
Ye Qingyun was tied up so tightly that he couldn't move his hands or feet.
"What's this called?"
Ye Qingyun wanted to cry but had no tears.
How long has it been since you arrived in Chang'an?
I was sent to jail twice.
Last time, Ye Qingyun knew it well, so he didn't think anything of it.
But this time, it was a pure disaster.
It was Ye Qingyun himself who wanted to have fun, and ended up in such an incident.
"Call me when this monk wakes up."
The man in purple stood outside the cell and said to the jailer guarding the cell.
"As you command!"
The two jailers responded in unison.
The man in purple was about to turn around and leave.
"etc!"
Ye Qingyun suddenly shouted.
The man in purple stopped in his steps and turned back to look at Ye Qingyun.
"What? Do you want to tell the truth now?"
Ye Qingyun sat on the ground and looked at him helplessly.
"I really don't know who the person you want to arrest is."
The man in purple's face darkened.
"Still want to be tough? When we get to Xuanjing Division's territory, you won't be able to reap the rewards!"
"I just want to tell you that it's best to tell Li Tianmin that you have imprisoned a person named Ye Qingyun."
Ye Qingyun?
The man in purple frowned.
I seem to have heard this name somewhere?
But he couldn't remember it for a while.
But he didn't care.
Maybe I remembered it wrongly.
There are eight hundred people named Ye Qingyun in Chang'an City, if not one thousand.
"I will naturally report it to His Majesty, so you don't need to worry about it, a thief like you."
After saying that, the man in purple strode away.
Ye Qingyun sighed.
He glanced at Huikong next to him.
"It's good for you, you slept soundly."
At this moment, Ye Qingyun realized the beauty of freedom.
locked in cell
The feeling is really unpleasant.
Especially the cell was dark and damp, and there seemed to be a lot of small bugs.
At this moment, Ye Qingyun only felt itchy on his back, but his hands and feet were tied up, so he couldn't scratch it even if he wanted to.
It's so uncomfortable.
no way.
Ye Qingyun could only stand up.
He rubbed his back against the rough wall of the cell.
Don't even say it.
It's quite comfortable to rub against.
Relieve itching.
Ye Qingyun was confused, but also showed a happy expression on his face.
The two jailers outside the cell were a little confused when they saw Ye Qingyun's behavior.
What is this guy doing?
Why are you twisting and twisting against the wall with such a disgusting expression on your face?
Could it be that he is performing some kind of black magic?
The two jailers suddenly became alert.
"Hey! Be patient and don't move!"
"That's right! If you dare to move again, we will be rude to you!"
Ye Qingyun and everyone were dumbfounded.
Can't this damn person even scratch an itch?
"Brothers, my back is itchy and I can't scratch it. I can only rub it against the wall. Isn't that okay?"
Ye Qingyun said very sadly and angrily.
oh.
It turned out to be an itch.
That's okay.
"Then don't make any expression when you rub it, it will look disgusting."
The jailer said angrily.
Ye Qingyun ""
Fine!
Isn’t it okay if I rub it with a blank expression?
The lobby of the Hanging Mirror Division.
Zhang Qian, the head of the Contemporary Hanging Mirror Department, was sitting on a tiger-head chair, flipping through a booklet in his hand.
Zhang Qian looks to be in his forties, with a pale face and beardless appearance, and a somewhat feminine appearance.
However, even though he is old, it can still be seen that this man is handsome and must have been a handsome man when he was young.
Zhang Qian is the head of the contemporary Xuanjing Department and has great power.
It can be called a sharp weapon in the hands of the emperor.
The entire Xuanjing Division is commanded by Zhang Qianlai.
The man in purple walked into the lobby at this moment.
"Sir, the person has been put in the cell."
Zhang Gan glanced at the man in purple.
"Song Yucheng, who did you bring back?"
Song Yucheng said, "A young monk, and a young man who has no cultivation."
Zhang Qian was startled. A monk?
Is there another young man who has no cultivation skills?
"The two of them are involved with that witch?"
Zhang Qian asked with a frown.
Song Yucheng nodded, "At that time, my subordinates noticed the aura of the witch and immediately rushed into the room. As a result, there was no figure of the witch in the room. There were only the two of them and four unconscious women from Hongxiufang."
"Where are the four women from Hongxiufang?"
"We have already checked. They are the same as the previous brothel girls. They have been controlled and don't know anything."
Zhang Gan nodded.
"What about those two people? Have you ever found out anything through cross-examination?"
Song Yucheng shook his head, "The monk is in a coma and is not awake yet."
"That young man said a lot, but it was all nonsense and looked weird."
"He also said that he knew His Majesty the Emperor and that his name was Ye Qingyun."
