Late at night, Gen Mao was still sitting alone in a corner of the cell, with a deep pupil hidden in his emotions that he could not explain clearly.

He looked at the people who were sleeping around the cell. One was thinking of going to the brothel girl to cheat some money. The other was thinking about how to divorce her wife. The other was addicted to the flowers. The other was worried that she could not take the exam after she was in jail...

In the dark room, in addition to the stench emitted, there are more various aspects of the world.

"I really don't know why you like this place!"

Gen Mao murmured to himself. If Yingzhu heard what she said now, she would probably roll her eyes.

However, a short while, a wisp of blue smoke slowly emerged from the ground, turning into a handsome young man, and giving a gift to Gen Mao.

"Xiaoxian meets the Second Highness, dare you ask if the Second Highness needs help?"

Good, he is really the Second Prince! An elf and ghost told him that there was a powerful fairy spirit in the prison cell, but he didn't believe it.

Now that I have seen it myself, I almost fell off! Such a big Buddha squatted here, so I might as well find a way to move it away, otherwise my immortal position would not be protected!

"Are you a land immortal in Qucheng?" Gen Mao asked.

"Yes! But Xiaoxian is only responsible for the prefect of Qucheng." Xiaosheng replied.

"This palace does not need help, keep your eyes and ears in mind."

"Abide by the order!"

Qingjun's young actor got out of the cell with a big drop of sweat hanging on it. What's wrong with this second prince? He was unhappy to help him, so he had to stay in the cell?

"Forget it, don't worry about other people's affairs!"

If others are willing to stay, just stay there. If you don’t have any trouble, you will say hello.

"Although it is dirty, it is still pure!"

Gen Mao raised his eyes and looked around again, then continued to close his eyes in the cell to rest.

The fifteen days are not long or short…

On the day Gen Mao was released from prison, the prison head was shocked! The man stayed in prison for fifteen days, and there was no trace of depressedness on his body, his clothes were clean, and even the hair was not raised up when he entered.

"Boss, can it be a demon or a ghost?" a detective muttered in a low voice.

With a clang, the constable was smashed and thundered.

"See clearly, do monsters and monsters have any shadows?"

"Oh, it's human beings!"

When Gen Mao, who was walking in front, heard the words, the blue veins on his forehead thrust a few times, and he didn't care about it with the ignorant child.

Where will Yingzhu be at this time?

Gen Mao closed his eyes slightly, and he secretly used his magic power to search for her existence. Suddenly, he moved his gaze to a stream, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived by the stream.

At the upstream of the stream, three or two women were washing clothes by the stream, Yingzhu was wearing plain clothes, and her hair was simply coiled with a silver hairpin, and she was talking and laughing with Miss Sun.

"So did Zhou Ernie, who is next door, forgive his husband?" Yingzhu asked.

"Of course there is no more. Such a fickle man can't survive in our Qucheng!" Mrs. Sun raised her clothes and pounded her indignation.

"Well, men should be treated as a habit of being fickle!" Yingniang nodded and agreed.

So, when she was having fun in the clothes, she lowered her head and glanced at the corner of her blue clothes, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

"Oh, it's you, the beast in a dress! You dare to harass Yingniang, don't you want to live?"

Madam Sun stood up first, raised her hand and was about to hit Gen Mao.

"Miss Sun, don't be impulsive, let me say a few words to this young master!" Yingzhu hurried forward to comfort her!

"Okay! If he bullies you again, he will call me. What kind of virtue will you be used to."

Madam Sun turned around and complained as she walked, and she wanted to swallow Gen Mao alive in one mouthful. Ying Zhu smiled peacefully, and her smile was full of unstoppable touch.

"Young Master, please come here!"

Gen Mao and Yingzhu came to the place of young people before and after, and the two of them kept a distance.

Gen Mao stood behind his back with one hand, the breeze blew across his high nose, Ying Zhu's thin body reflected in his deep eyes, and an obscure and inexplicable emotion rose from his heart.

Suddenly, Gen Mao fixed his eyes on the white gauze on her neck, and the Adam's apple moved, but he didn't get a shit for a long time!

“When did you like to wear white veil?”

After a long time, Gen Mao finally put a word on it!

"The people of the people say that women should be pretty and filial. I dressed like this to confirm your highness's view of Yingzhu all the time?"

Yingzhu gently touched her neck with her fair hands and said self-deprecatingly.

What have you always thought of her? Gen Mao couldn't help but see his scenes about her in his mind.

"Who was the person who took off his clothes and lay on the bed in this palace that day?"

"Do your job well and don't have any unreasonable thoughts!"

"Don't wear pink dresses in the future. That's the color that Huanyan likes, and you don't deserve it!"

...

A hint of dull pain flashed in Gen Mao's eyes. It turned out that there were really only painful memories between him and her!

"I, that's not what I mean. I want to ask you about your neck..." Before Ye Huangyin could express his three words, Yingzhu raised her index finger to her mouth.

"Is Your Highness because of this? Don't worry, if you feel any guilty feelings, Yingzhu really can't afford it!"

"Someone once said that I only have less than a year of life. Yes, in the sky, a year does pass quickly; but in this world where smoke is curling, life will slow down!"

"If your highness wants to compensate, there is no need! It's just a joke between you and me. You must know who I, Yingzhu, owes you in this life, but I don't owe you Gen Mao."

Who do I owed to you in my life, but I don’t owe you Gen Mao!

Gen Mao carefully held this sentence and returned to heaven in a daze.

"Second Your Highness, where are you going?"

Gen Mao walked with his head buried all the way, and almost bumped into the oncoming Taishang Laojun.

"So it's Laojun!"

"Look at your absent-mindedness, I wonder why it hurts the gods?" Laojun was kind-hearted and wanted to help him.

"Laojun said this, I really have a question to ask you. I dare to ask if there is a way to remove the Night Phoenix Seal?" Gen Mao was not polite and went straight to the point.

"It turns out that Your Highness has been worried these days, and it is actually for the sake of Concubine Tian? It's not as ruthless as the fairies in my palace said!"

After hearing this, the Grand Lord of the Supreme One smiled and touched his white beard.

"Laojun laughed!" Gen Mao replied awkwardly.

"Well, there is a way to talk about it. But you have to go to Xiaoyu Qing Mansion. You need to tie the bell to untie the bell. Whoever created the prince can ask you for your own question!"

However, based on his current relationship with Lausanne, it is probably even difficult to enter the door. How could Lausanne easily let himself meet the prisoners of their Phoenix tribe?

"Thank you for the reminder!"
Chapter completed!