Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce smelled a faint scent of alcohol mixed with the girl's body, closed his eyes and walked along this straight corridor, it seemed that because of closing his eyes, the sweet smell was even more irritating, and he wanted to eat people directly Yes.

For any creature capable of crime, this is torture.

As the cold wind blew past, Fusu uttered a meaningless word in a low voice, shrank his body inward, wrapped his arms around his neck, and did not let go.

"..."

Yan Ce quietly walked to the intersection of the inner court and the outer court, raised his spirits and said hello to the guard guarding the gate, and carried her to the direction of the prince's bedroom. After walking for a while, there were no maids and servants wandering around in the inner court. There is no way to find out the location.

He remembered that the dormitory was on the east side of the school.

The brain that is no longer able to think complexly can only remember the rules of direction judgment taught by the geography teacher, which is precious knowledge engraved in the bone marrow.

Up north down south, left west right east.

So, go right...

The vision is blurry, and a silhouette can be vaguely seen, with a door and a window, it should be the prince's bedroom.

Ignoring the three seal characters of "Lingshifu" on the plaque and making a simple outline judgment, Yan Ce kicked open the door of Miss Lingshi's exclusive office.

Chapter 180 The Third Solution

About half an hour ago.

Night, dead silence.

Miss Lingshi stood outside the torture room with a calm face.

The theoretical working time is over, and the neat ponytail is untied.

As the autumn wind blows, his handsome long hair flutters.

She looked sullen.

The torture room at night was very quiet, and the cold white moonlight fell on the courtyard.

Although Miss Lingshi looks the same as usual, in fact, those who are familiar with her expression can know that she is not happy now, and the source of this unhappiness is the torture room use application and application that arrived at her case belatedly. current situation.

The torture room in the inner court is divided into two floors. The upper floor holds the servants who made mistakes, and the lower basement is strictly speaking an execution place for death row prisoners. When it is rarely used, because she is too lazy to interrogate, she basically cuts off all the crimes after finding out the crimes. The upper floor servants are closed. Two days is enough, and the direct execution of the lower level is enough.

There was an assassin in the basement that was supposed to be deserted.

The important matter that should have been notified to her at the first time was not notified to her in words until four hours later.

Four hours!

She felt very uncomfortable, and when she learned that the uncomfortable feeling of being overstepped by her subordinates was due to the policy of Mr. Yan, the disgusting emotion of Miss Shi was doubled.

During this period, the subordinates she appointed with confidence suppressed everything behind her back, and no one in the entire royal court came to inform her what had happened, if she hadn't accidentally discovered the use of the lowest level when she was preparing to sort out the royal court's income and expenses in the office. The application is probably ignored.

A move to challenge her authority, a political blunder belonging to her trusted management class.

If it was normal, she would have "handled" Shang Ji without saying a word.

But now Miss Ling Shi was annoyed by this cowardly subordinate's act of exceeding his authority, and she was also a little curious.

Because of the bribe, if Shang Ji could get it, it would be considered a personal skill, so she didn't bother to care about it.

Because of ambition, you want to take her place, how dare you have such ambition?

At least she wants to know the reason, and then deal with it.

The guards lined up in two teams and stood respectfully behind Ling Shi. The angrier they were, the more they could laugh. From this point of view, Ling Shi was so angry that he lost his mind about Shang Ji's overreach.

She looked down at her fearful subordinate Shang Ji, and said with a sneer, "Shang Ji, knowing the Evening News, occupying the underground torture room privately, please explain."

Shang Ji, who was even taller than Miss Lingshi, shrunk to the height of an ordinary girl, she didn't dare to lift her head, and said tremblingly, "It's Your Highness Ce, the outer court was attacked, he captured the assassin alive, and said he must lock him up first." Get up, and put this matter down until after the interrogation. I am very embarrassed, but I can only obey the order of Young Master Ce. Your lord, it really has nothing to do with me."

Shang Ji knew that this woman was ruthless, bloodless and tearless, and she had always dealt with her subordinates who were stingy with iron and blood, but she was also in a difficult situation. One was the Miss Ling who ruled her destiny, and the other was the starting minister who would rule her destiny in the future. , Your Highness, the highest usurper of the country, who can afford it.

"Tsk..."

Miss Lingshi made a displeased voice, narrowing her eyes slightly.

She doesn't ask stupid nonsense about who her subordinates are loyal to, and relies on a high-handed policy to rule the internal affairs of the inner court. She also knows that her subordinates are full of fear, but she is still satisfied with the training results of the past five years.

"The guards are guarding the door and are not allowed to enter. You, open the door to the basement."

She walked past Shang Ji who was shaking like a sieve indifferently, entered the door of the torture room, and said something indifferent.

Gou, Gou lives on...

Shang Ji pinched her face, confirming that it was just a hallucination, and immediately, the excitement of remaining alive after the catastrophe diluted her fear of Miss Lingshi.

Although she worked hard behind Miss Lingshi and ran wherever she was busy, except for the good reputation of being a "free animal" all year round, she didn't get a penny more, but she didn't feel that the work efficiency of this "donkey without money" could impress Miss Lingshi who is scarier than ghosts and gods.

But it's good to be alive.

Shang Ji bent down and walked quickly into the torture room. The upper floor of the torture room was quite clean.The floor and the walls are wiped clean. Generally speaking, the servants who have been detained recently are not so much imprisoned as they are sent to the torture room for sanitation. They bring their own bedding and so on. At most, the quality of food will be poor.

The "prisoners" on the upper floor were all minor mistakes, so there was no need for heavy punishments. The prison guards in charge of the interrogation and the maids had a good relationship, and they didn't even need to wear handcuffs.

The table, the small table, and the bench were all wiped spotless, and the small window for ventilation was immediately pushed open by the accompanying maid, and the maid who made a mistake bowed her head and saluted respectfully.

Shang Ji opened the door of the basement. Comparatively speaking, the basement was colder and damper, and there was still a faint musty smell in the air. All the torture instruments were piled up in the basement like rubbish.

There is a "fully armed" assassin in the deepest part.