Just as Zhan Qingyue was about to refute his words, Delpo suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a knowing smile.
"Doctor Zhan, you are a saint who came from afar. We don't care about anything here. Once you get married and have children, you are no longer a saint. Don't forget that there is Han Yiyun in the dungeon. He is If you don’t want the person you care about to die, then just make a fuss."
Zhan Qingyue suddenly raised his eyes, occasionally glaring at Delpo fiercely, his eyes almost spitting fire.
She gritted her teeth but could only watch him walk away laughing, and had no other choice.
This feeling of powerlessness is like a punch on cotton, which has no effect.
If you want to blame it, you have to blame yourself. Han Yiyun ended up in the dungeon because of a careless move.
Regardless of whether there is any misunderstanding or conflict between the two, this is a matter between the two people and has nothing to do with others, let alone life and death because of this kind of thing.
Zhan Qingyue clenched her back molars and looked at Delbo's walking back. She realized in her heart that this was not a problem between him and the two of them.
Rather, the entire country, the entire society, and the entire Fas have problems.
People are sick.
The majestic monarch of a country no longer has any say. Instead, the aloof Pope has his say.
Even if the almighty Pope just told the common people to fight, the common people would have to never care about the lives and deaths of others.
A person like this is not worthy of being a ruler at all.
Zhan Qingyue slowly sat on the chair, her delicate face almost twisted into a bitter melon face, her fists were clenched, and she hit the table next to her weakly.
"No, I must find a way to rescue Han Yiyun, and I must fundamentally rectify this Fascist country. If this continues, the incompetent people above will cause trouble, and I am afraid that more innocent people will be harmed. People lost their lives because of this.”
Zhan Qingyue made up her mind and began to figure out how to rectify the entire country.
I never thought Delpo would come back.
But this time, the entourage behind him actually brought a tray with a dress shining brightly on it.
The dress is extremely neat and delicate, and it has the same color scheme and pattern as the Pope.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the shiny dresses in the tray and twitched her brows fiercely.
"Your Highness, what do you mean?"
The smile on Delpo's face did not change due to his angry questioning.
"Honorable Dr. Zhan, Ms. Zhan, I have already regarded you as my queen. This dress is given to you. As a saint, you should always have a decent dress that you can wear to go out and meet the Pope."
Zhan Qingyue didn't even glance at the dress.
With this kind of clothes that either expose arms or legs, expose everything that shouldn't be exposed, and expose everything that should be exposed, even a fool can guess what Delber means?
She curled the corners of her mouth with an ugly look on her face.
"Okay, I'm going to rest too. If your Royal Highness has nothing to do, please come back and leave your clothes here first. I will wear them when necessary."
Delpo didn't expect that she would issue an eviction order so quickly. From the unhappy look in his eyes, he knew that he didn't care about this dress at all.
But Delbo is not angry at all. Now that he has a saint like her by his side, is he still afraid that he will not be able to climb into the Pope's bed?
Once he becomes the woman beside the Pope, he will not have the final say on the entire teaching.
A very understanding smile appeared on Delpo's face, and he nodded politely towards Zhan Qingyue.
"In that case, I won't bother you any more. Just accept your clothes and I'll leave first."
Seeing Delpo leaving happily, Zhan Qingyue wanted to take a pair of scissors and hang the dress on the spot, but she couldn't do that.
After Delpo came out of Zhan Qingyue, he couldn't wait to go to the dungeon.
As soon as he arrived, he immediately replaced the several soldiers guarding the prison with his own people.
"Han Yiyun, just keep your hands down. Only by imprisoning you can Zhan Qingyue listen to my orders. If you don't want him to die in a foreign country like this, I advise you to be more obedient, so that both of you can feel better. .”
Delpo had a gloomy smile on his face. He looked at Han Yiyun, who was sitting cross-legged in the dungeon, with a fair face and not even a frown on his face.
Especially his indifferent expression deeply hurt Delpo.
"Han Yiyun, as long as you and Zhan Qingyue can do things for me, what do you want? Money, women or power, you name it, I can consider it."
Han Yiyun chuckled lightly without any disapproval, and the bright smile on his handsome face almost burned Delpo's eyes.
This is a dungeon filled with filth and filth. How could there be someone like him who is not afraid of anything and is so calm about everything in the world?
Delpo felt very unhappy. He glared at Han Yiyun fiercely, raised his hand and said to the entourage beside him: "Come here, let our Han Yiyun have a good taste of what it's like in this dungeon, and let him know What is fear?"
When Zhan Qingyue learned the news, she almost pouted over, but now was not the time to be pretentious. He couldn't wait to lift up his skirt and ran to the dungeon.
After entering the dungeon and seeing Han Yiyun dying on the bed, Zhan Qingyue was heartbroken.
She only entered the dungeon after stuffing money. Now the whole dungeon was under Delpo's spy, and it was not the time for the two of them to reminisce about the past.
Han Yiyun, who was lying on the bed, stared motionlessly at the ceiling above his head. From the corner of his eye, he looked at Zhan Qingyue, who was kneeling at the door of the cell, crying out of breath. He couldn't say a word of comfort. .
The two have a deep relationship, which will only serve as a handle for others to take advantage of each other.
Zhan Qingyue was so upset that he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"Brother Han, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."
After Zhan Qingyue said this viciously, Han Yiyun finally felt a little moved. He turned his head and looked at Zhan Qingyue seriously.
I saw Zhan Qingyue looking towards the distance to guard the cell door, and the boy shouted: "What are you doing? Why do you want to lock him up and beat him like this? Don't you know he is mine? I am a majestic saint, let him go quickly, otherwise, I will report him to the Pope."
Han Yiyun's eyes moved and he turned his head, looking at Zhan Qingyue. He was extremely surprised for a moment.
