Chapter 6: At the last moment, where is Miss Qiao?

The evening wind blew up, disturbing everyone's thoughts.

There was a lot of noise outside the monastery, with the sound of swords clashing and shouting and cursing making people nervous and noisy.

On the contrary, this small Zen courtyard was eerily quiet.

The officers and soldiers held torches and stood behind Zhao Yuan like black shadows.

The light of the fire flickered out and fell on the sky-green clothes below, turning into floating shadows.

Qiao Yuanfei clenched his hands and could not clearly see Zhao Yuan's expression.

Zhao Yuan didn't speak, so she remained silent.

Even if the next step is to be judged by the other party with confidence, she is not willing to show any flaws first.

The silence lasted for a cup of tea.

When Qiao's forehead was beaded with sweat and Tan Zhi's brother and sister's faces gradually turned pale, Zhao Yuan finally spoke slowly: "This girl..."

His voice was gentle, neither high nor low, polite yet distant.

There was no sense of oppression, instead it felt like I was just stopping by to say hello.

But no one took it lightly.

Mrs. Qiao pursed her lips, raised her eyes to look at Zhao Yuan's side face, and then looked at Qiao Yuanfei.

Qiao Yuanfei lowered her eyes and said nothing, as if she didn't hear him.

Zhao Yuan turned his head and looked at Mrs. Qiao: "Second Madam, where is your niece's ancestral home?"

Mr. Qiao said softly: "Hongjiang people."

"Hongjiang?" Zhao Yuan clicked his finger lightly, "He is originally from the north."

He asked again: "Where's your last name?"

Qiao said: "A Yuan lost his father when he was young, so he took his mother's surname and also took his surname as Qiao."

Zhao Yuan nodded and looked at Qiao Yuanfei again.

He tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the wheelchair a few times, and a clear and rhythmic sound came out: "Miss Qiao, may I ask where you are at this moment?"

Qiao Yuanfei whispered back to him: "Rest in the Zen room."

"Who can testify?"

"My maid Dongye."

"What about Shin Si Jung?"

"Buddhist temple."

"Which meditation room?"

When Qiao Yuanfei heard this, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Yuan.

The sky was dark, and the two were separated by a distance, but Qiao Yuanfei clearly saw the mockery in Zhao Yuan's eyes.

Another mockery.

Qiao Yuanfei suppressed her anger and asked calmly: "Which Buddhist monastery do you think I can go to?"

Zhao Yuan curled his lips: "There are many Buddhist temples in Wan'an Temple. I should know which one Miss Qiao has gone to."

Such specious words could not anger Qiao Yuanfei. She said in a calm voice, "I am in my own meditation room."

"Really?" Zhao Yuan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair again, with an unclear look in his eyes, "What about Shenshi Sanji?"

"Buddhist temple."

"Shenshi four o'clock?"

"Buddhist temple."

"Lie!" Zhao Yuan suddenly raised his voice.

Tan Zi, who was standing beside him, was frightened and couldn't help but let out an "ouch".

Zhao Yuan turned to look at him, but Tan Zi did not dare to look at him. He only lowered his head and whispered: "Your Majesty... my cousin is timid and has nothing to do with the assassin. Don't scare her, okay? It's cold today, she still You are weak and sick, and it is not easy for you at night..."

Zhao Yuan said slowly: "Tan Erlang is teaching me how to do things?"

Tan Zhi choked and said repeatedly: "Don't dare, I just...just give the prince a suggestion."

"My prince does not accept your suggestion."

Tan Zhi was completely choked and had no choice but to look to his mother for help.

Mrs. Qiao calmed her mind, looked at Zhao Yuan and said, "Why does the prince keep questioning A Yuan, but why is A Yuan worthy of suspicion?"

Zhao Yuan smiled softly and spoke calmly: "Miss Qiao said that she was in the Zen room at four o'clock in Shenshi, but I saw her in the bamboo forest. Second Madam, tell me, are there two Miss Qiaos in the world?" "

Ms. Qiao was stunned and quickly looked at Qiao Yuanfei.