Cui Li hesitated and said, "Prince, I don't know if it's the illusion of Weichen. Weichen always thinks these things..."
"It happened a bit too coincidental?"
Zhao Chengwei suddenly responded: "To be honest with Lord Cui, I feel this way, too."
Du Yanbo nodded in agreement: "I don't know why, but the lower officials feel like they are being pushed away. The clues are both mixed and messy, like watching flowers in the fog."
The three of them subconsciously looked at Zhan Beihan, and Cui Li asked, "I wonder how the prince feels about this?"
Zhan Beihan raised his eyebrows sarcastically. What does it feel like?
It's just a trap that leaks from all sides, stupid and poisonous...
He probably knew what the whole thing was going on, and the only troublesome thing was that the evidence was not easy to find.
However, there is no hurry for the time being.
Zhan Beihan casually released the testimony in his hand and said slowly: "The father has set a fixed time for one hundred days. Today is only the first day. You three don't need to worry, check it slowly."
Taking this opportunity, the woman "Chen Wan" was waiting for a while in the prison.
The Tianzhu is closed on all sides, which is safe enough, and is the most suitable isolation place.
If she locked her inside, she would not be able to contact any clues, and it would be difficult for her to clear herself of suspicion.
Zhan Beihan narrowed his eyes quietly and his lips were raised.
......He had to think about how to take advantage of this opportunity.
The sky prison is dark and there is no light.
The narrow ventilation holes are also specially opened in dark corners. Apart from basic ventilation, there is no trace of light coming in.
Torch lights in the cell for 24 hours.
Regardless of day and night, staying for a long time will even make people feel that time is stagnant.
Xiao Lingyue sat in the straw pile and thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of anything. She held her chin bored and listened to the criminals in the surrounding cells chatting and quarreling, passing the time.
At this moment, a rolling sound came.
The yamen runner's impatient voice rang: "It's time to eat!"
The prisoners in the surrounding cells were immediately excited, and they all rushed to the prison door with their own wooden bowls: "The meal is finally started!"
"I'm almost starving to death!"
"What should I eat today? Can I give you more water?"
"Bang bang bang!" The yamen runner hit the railing with a stick whip, and shouted in anger: "What are you shouting, just be quiet! Whoever talks about it anymore has no food to eat today!"
The prisoners settled down.
It's already dinner time? It's probably dark outside.
Xiao Lingyue watched several yamen runners pushing two large wooden barrels and walked past cells one by one.
The prisoner handed the wooden bowl out of the railing, and the yamen runner took the wooden spoon and scooped a spoonful of sticky rice porridge from the bucket and poured it into the bowl. He ignored the prisoner's shouting, "More more! Give more!"
Another yamen runner next to him also scooped up a spoonful of water and poured it into another wooden bowl in the prisoner's hand.
Because of the rude movement, a lot of water was sprinkled on the railing, and the prisoner quickly went to the railing to lick it clean.
"What a pig!" the yamen runner cursed contemptuously.
Xiao Lingyue was also disgusted.
The food in the prison was very bad. There were only two bowls of porridge and two bowls of water every day, just to ensure that the prisoners did not starve to death. This chapter has been completed!