Shitou's expression showed a look that was both unspeakable and frightening.
He jumped out of bed first and looked outside to make sure no one was there. Then he approached Yun Que and whispered Amei's crime.
After hearing this, Yun Que's expression became strange.
"Cut Master Hou's lifeblood?"
Yun Que couldn't laugh or cry.
It is difficult to sentence this kind of crime, not to mention the laws and regulations of the Jin Dynasty, and there is no record of the laws and regulations of the Yan Dynasty in the previous dynasty.
"Beauty is like a scorpion, which prince is so unlucky." Yun Que really wanted to laugh.
"I heard that she was the famous Papermaker, and Amei was his new concubine. But before she even got married, click! She was cut with a pair of scissors!"
Shi Shi shuddered as he spoke.
Although the injury was not fatal, it was so painful that it made me panic just thinking about it.
"The Marquis of Duanzi? This Marquis has a good name. There are already signs of the death of his descendants." Yun Que couldn't hold it back and laughed twice.
Shitou was shocked when he heard this. He quickly compared the silent gestures and whispered:
"Hush! Boss, please be quiet! If Lord Forging Paper hears these words, he will definitely fight you forever!" Shitou said fearfully.
"Since she is Na's concubine, how could such a situation happen? Could it be that Amei is the marquis who cut off his descendants and bought and sold the girl by force?" Yun Que said.
"I guess it's almost the same. That's what I guessed too. Poor Amei, she was sent to prison at a young age. I'm afraid she won't be able to get out in this life." Shitou sighed.
Yun Que heard this strangely and asked, "Amei is not a capital offender?"
The crime of severely injuring the current prince was definitely not a light crime. If she were an ordinary civilian girl, she would definitely be beheaded.
"Probably not. She has been detained here for at least three years. If it was a capital crime, she would have been beheaded long ago!" Shitou said.
Yun Que felt even more strange.
After cutting off the lifeblood of the Marquis, he could still be imprisoned in the sky prison for many years without dying. This Amei's identity may not be that simple.
"What's Amei's background?" Yun Que said.
"I don't know. She never talks to others, and the accusation came from a jailer. If she hadn't been able to sing little songs, she would have thought that Amei was mute," Shitou said.
Yun Duo nodded and said, "Tell me about the prince who cut off his descendants."
"Forging paper, forging forging, paper for paper."
Shitou explained: "The Forging Paper Marquis is proficient in forging weapons. I heard that he was the emperor's servant before the founding of the Jin Dynasty. He was responsible for forging military weapons and held great power. Because of his exquisite forging skills, he could forge steel knives as thin as paper. Later, he was named the Marquis of Forging Paper by the emperor."
"When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven." Yun Que said with emotion.
The current emperor was originally just a prince. When he sat on the throne, his family's old ministers and servants naturally became more powerful, and they were granted the title of marquis and the prime minister.
Hearing the news, Yun Que thought of Mu Qingyao's father. King Funan was also the emperor's former general, and he should have known the Paper Forging Marquis for a long time.
Shitou talked enthusiastically and continued:
"The Marquis of Diao Zhi is a famous perverted man who preys on both men and women! I once worked for a big boss. The boss got drunk once and told a secret. He said that he had been sending it to Marquis Diao Zhi's house over the years. There are at least fifty boys and girls! They are all over ten years old, for the enjoyment of the Paper Forger!"
Yun Que frowned and said in disgust:
"I won't let go of children as young as ten years old. It's too cheap to cut off the children and grandchildren of such beasts. If you do a good job, the prince who cuts off the children and grandchildren shouldn't be called a beast."
"That's right, the Forging Paper Marquis is called Qin Shou! The Qin with the sound of Qin is the Shou with Shou Yuan!" Shitou said.
"Beast, Duan Zihou, ha! What a good name and title!" Yun Que laughed.
While talking, it was already dusk.
Dinner is almost the same as breakfast, cabbage soup, thick noodle buns, and a bowl of big pickles.
Yun Que was about to eat when the cell door opened and Wu Ying walked in, carrying a food box.
"Master Wu."
Yun Que stood up and cupped his hands, the shackles on his hands clattering.
This Tilao Commander Shi, who had half his face disfigured, left a good impression on Yun Que. He was a straightforward person.
"What's wrong with being an adult? You will have to enter the palace sooner or later anyway. How old am I to you? Just call me Senior Brother."
Wu Ying opened the food box as he spoke. Inside were four dishes, one soup, a bowl of hot white rice, and a small pot of wine.
"Senior Brother Wu, what is this?" Yun Que changed his title.
"You can eat the meat that Mr. Li gives you every day for lunch. I'll take care of the meal in the evening. Don't worry about it. As long as my senior brother is in Tianlao for one day, you will have enough food!" Wu Ying said with a smile.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Wu." Yun Que thanked him sincerely.
Compared with the clear soup in Tianlao, the four dishes in the food box are all meat and vegetables. The aroma is so fragrant that it makes people want to eat.
"Why are you thankful? It's just wine and meat, not worth mentioning! We warriors rely on Qi and blood as our foundation. If we eat less, even one or two meals will be fine. As time goes by, Qi and blood will gradually weaken, and it will be difficult to remedy it. "
Wu Ying smiled and patted Yun Que on the shoulder and said:
"Senior brother is still waiting to go to the Demon Mountain with you to compete with you to see who can hunt more demons. Eat slowly. I'm going to let you go. I'm going back to the academy to practice. Remember to eat a lot and do some boxing and stretch your muscles before going to sleep."
Yun Fang nodded and said: "Junior brother knows, by the way, Senior Brother Wu, is there a teacher who teaches in the academy at night?"
"Of course! Some teachers have weird tempers. They sleep during the day and only teach at night. Even though I am working as a jailer all day long, in fact, I have not delayed my cultivation at all." Wu Ying said.
"Senior Brother Wu, don't you want to sleep?" Yun Que said.
"I sleep very little. I only need to rest for a few hours a day. Thirty percent of a person's life is wasted on sleeping. If I sleep less, it is equivalent to living many years longer than others." Wu Ying said.
"Senior Brother Wu is hardworking enough, and he will definitely become famous all over the world in the future." Yun Que praised.
How could such a diligent person remain unknown?
"Haha! I can lend you some good words."
Wu Ying took out a key from his pocket and opened the chain on Yun Que's hand.
"This is how you can practice boxing."
Wu Ying closed the cell door, turned and left.
Yun Que moved his wrists and felt more relaxed.
My hands were chained, I couldn't move around all the time, and I couldn't eat well.
"The boss still has many connections!"
Shitou's eyes widened, he raised two thumbs to flatter him, and then sneered: "Boss, can you give me a small glass of wine? I don't want food! Just taste the wine and you will be happy."
There was enough food in the food box, and Yun Que was not stingy and said, "It's an advantage for you, come and eat."
"Thank you, boss!"
Shitou happily poured a glass of wine. Being able to mix wine and food in the prison was something he never dared to dream about.
Just after taking a sip, Shitou immediately exclaimed:
"Peach Blossom Wine! This is the signature of Xiankelou! A small pot costs one tael of silver!"
Yun Que also tasted the difference in the taste of the wine. It was mellow with a faint floral aroma and lingered in the mouth. It was much better than the sake Mr. Li gave him.
Shitou looked at the four dishes carefully and said with great envy:
"They are all Xiankelou's signature dishes! This meal costs less than two taels of silver!"
Two taels of silver for a meal is indeed a lot.
Wu Ying was indeed generous in his move.
After eating and drinking, Yun Que stretched his muscles and got ready to practice boxing.
Wu Ying is right.
Martial arts in the world all focus on Qi and blood, and they must first eat a full stomach.
Even though Yun Que is running around hunting monsters, he never treats the Five Zang Temple badly and must eat and drink enough every day.
Only when you are full can you have strength. If you are hungry all day long, no one will have the strength to practice martial arts.
Therefore, martial arts eat a lot.
Martial arts is an indispensable lesson for martial artists. The method of performing martial arts must be practiced regularly to maintain a continuous flow of energy.
Yun Que doesn't practice boxing much.
It’s not that I can’t, but it’s not necessary.
Because he kills demons every day.
Fighting monsters is the best practice.
There is no set of skills in the world that can compare with actual combat with real swords and guns.
There is no monster to kill in Tianlao. If Yun Que wants to maintain his energy, he can only practice boxing.
Yun Que raised his fists, shook his arms, and made a starting gesture!
As soon as Yun Que showed his stance, Shitou, who was watching the excitement next to him, was so frightened that he hid in the corner and did not dare to get close.
Yun Que's starting move was too scary.
His fists shook out two waves of air, and it was like a whirlwind was moving above his arms, causing the prison uniform to sway.
That is the qi machine running by the warrior, the wind whirlpool generated outside the body!
Yun Que's set of punches was not very fast. Each punch had the sound of breaking wind, opening and closing widely. There is only one word to describe it.
fierce!
Fierce and violent!
This set of fists has a name, called Seven Kills Boxing Technique, which is derived from the Seven Kills Sword Technique. It is an inheritance from the former Dayan Demon Slayer Division, and Yun Que has learned it since he was a child.
The Seven Killing Fists are mainly offensive, with no defensive moves at all.
Each punch attacks the enemy's vitality gate, just like a demon sword used to slay demons. There is no return, and it will not stop until there is blood.
A complete way to fight for your life!
At the end of the fight, Yun Que braced himself on his side and punched out with both fists.
Bang! !
The wind of the fist hit the wall, blowing up a layer of sand and dust.
Although the fist did not touch the wall, it still left two shallow fist marks on the wall!
This is the combat power of an eighth-grade peak warrior.
The stone in the corner made me sweat.
Only now did he realize that his kick yesterday was not forceful at all!
If Shitou received a full-force kick from Yun Que, Shitou was sure that his stomach would be kicked to pieces!
By the time Yun Que finished his move, he was already sweating profusely.
Shitou clapped his hands in the corner and cheered, giving the boss enough face.
Yun Que took off his coat, revealing his muscular upper body.
Although he looked thin on the outside, he was actually very muscular, with more than half of his eight-pack abs. Since his Qi machine was still running, the sweat on his body evaporated on its own, forming a light layer of mist on Yun Que's shoulders.
At this moment, Yun Que has a strong body and steaming mist. He looks like a god and demon, with a masculine beauty.
This is the characteristic of a martial artist.
In the world of warriors, there are very few feminine people. It's not that they don't exist, but it's quite rare.
Most martial artists are like Yun Que, exuding a masculine aura unique to men from the inside out.
After Shitou applauded, he saw the mark on Yun Que's heart and praised:
"Boss, this tattoo is so unique!"
Shitou himself also had a tattoo on his arm. Naturally in his profession, he decorated himself as fiercely as possible.
But tattoos are all green. Shitou has seen countless tattoos, but the first time he saw a tattoo with color was a lifelike lotus flower.
"If you like, I'll get one for you too," Yun Que said casually.
"No, no! I'm afraid of pain, hehe." Shitou declined quickly.
The tattooed arm hurt him half to death. If he wanted to get a red lotus, he might be in pain for how long.
Yun Que slowly let out a breath and glanced at the holes in the wall.
The martial artist does not have the spiritual awareness of other practitioners who can detect all the small changes in the surroundings, but the five senses of the warrior are extremely sharp, and Yun Que senses that there are eyes looking at him.
Sure enough, opposite the hole, a beautiful almond eye was staring at him.
Amei next door.
Yun Que stood there openly and let the other party see enough.
You are so stingy, just unbutton it and it will be gone.
We are generous and can take a look at whatever you want!
After the sweat evaporated, Yun Que put on his prison uniform and fell asleep.
Yun Que couldn't imitate Wu Ying's diligence, nor did he want to imitate it.
Apart from watching beauties bathing, my greatest hobby in life is sleeping.
For people who are just waiting to die, what could be better than sleeping.
That night, Yun Que had a very rare dream.
Still a sweet dream.
In the dream, Amei, who was next door, was wearing a long skirt and walking towards him with bare feet. Her green-white toes were like silkworms, as warm as jade.
As she walked, Amei undressed and took off her belt, her fox face full of temptation.
Yun Que looked at him without blinking.
Until the top was about to take off, and suddenly it was wrapped tightly again.
Yun Que was greatly disappointed. When he looked carefully, he saw that Amei's face had turned into that of Mu Qingyao, with a small mouth pouting and an angry expression on her face, and her eyes full of resentment.
Yun Que burst into laughter.
Then he woke up.
Outside the narrow prison window, the sky was bright.
Yun Que looked at the ceiling of the cell, thinking.
It has been more than a day since he was imprisoned in the sky prison. For such a long time, Mu Qingyao never showed up.
It was impossible for Mu Qingyao to forget her. After spending so many days together, Yun Que knew that Princess Lingyun was by no means a heartless and ungrateful person.
Mu Qingyao didn't show up, so Yun Que had only one possibility.
The other party, like himself, has temporarily lost his freedom.
Lit a beacon fire and angered the emperor, so he was imprisoned?
Or is it that King Funan is back and is afraid that his daughter will be in danger again, so he keeps Mu Qingyao at home?
Yun Que couldn't figure out the truth, but he knew that Mu Qingyao was definitely not in danger at the moment.
After all, this is the Tianqi Imperial City.
There are the Forbidden Army, the Si Tianjian, a group of military officers, and countless students in the academy.
With Mu Qingyao's status, there must be many people protecting her.
Yun Que guessed that the little princess might be sitting in the back of the boudoir bored, eating delicious food, reading miscellaneous books, and absentmindedly waiting for her freedom.
Yun Que guessed half of it right.
Mu Qingyao was indeed banned. Instead of having a food book, she was suffering.
