But Mr. Chen, who was not easy to find, was shot to death by a cold arrow. Chen Ru promised them that he would let go and rescued Mr. Chen safely! Now that the person has not been rescued, he died on the spot. Lu Heng was worried for half a night, afraid that there would be bad news.

Now that I heard this, why aren’t I overjoyed? After a moment of pondering, I understood, “In this way, we are afraid we will thank those assassins who use any means?”

If they hadn't wanted to cut off the firewood from the bottom of the pot and kill Mr. Chen, they wouldn't have angered Chen Ru, and they would have to die with them.

Yan Zheng suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Lu Heng. His eyes seemed to be like the deep sea under the night, and the dark tide surging.

"What's wrong?" Lu Heng was seen for no reason.

"Brother, do you really think that Young Master Chen was killed by the person behind the scenes?" Yan Zheng asked coldly.

"Otherwise?" Who else could there be besides them? When Lu Heng was almost blurted out, he suddenly thought of something. "Mr. Chen's death prompted Chen Ru to be sad and angry, and he would not keep his mouth shut. Could those people have thought of it? Otherwise, they wouldn't just want to take something from Mr. Chen and send it to threaten Chen Ru."

When Lu Heng thought of this, his face changed, "If it weren't for them, who would it be? Could it be... the same group of female thieves again?" Yes, otherwise why would she appear so coincidental tonight? "There is also the Snapdragon Rider No. 1, Tianzi No. 1, and was taken away as you expected. How did you expect this? What did you hide from me? Is it all related to that female thief? Where did that female thief come from?"

Speaking of which, when Xue'an met the female thief just now, it was a little different from usual.

Yan Zheng did not answer his words. He just stopped for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. When Lu Heng frowned and called him, he suddenly turned and strode towards the road when he was back and forth.

Lu Heng was stunned and hurriedly followed, "What are you going to do?"

"Aren't you said? Those people originally planned to take the items on Mr. Chen's body to Mr. Chen, but how did they deliver them in?" Yan Zheng took the time while taking the time.

When Lu Heng heard this, his face changed drastically. The two brothers stopped talking and headed towards the prison where Chen Ru was imprisoned.

But when they were about to push the door and enter, what they saw in front of them suddenly stopped.

Chen Ru was still the same position when Yan Zheng came in just now, sitting with his back facing the prison door, but his head had already drooped.

Yan Zheng stood by the door. Lu Heng reacted and quickly stepped forward to explore his breath and cervical veins. Finally, he raised his eyes with a stiff expression and shook his head gently at Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth gently pursed.

"Go and call Xing Crazy." The two silences guarding the door were so scared that they immediately knelt down when they saw the situation inside the door. After hearing Yan Zheng's order, one of them responded to "yes", and then quickly got up and almost staggered out.

"Xue'an!" Lu Heng held a confession and sent it to Yan Zheng.

Earlier, Yan Zheng asked someone to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for this prison room, just to let Chen Ru figure it out, and it can be used at any time.

The confession was placed in front of Chen Ru, spread flat and pressed with paperweight. After Yan Zheng finished reading the sarcasm, he felt sarcasm and looked up at Chen Ru's body, his eyes dark.

When Xing Fengzi heard that someone had died in prison, he came quickly and did not need to be given instructions from Yan Zheng. He lit the art of Age, put on the tools and began to test Chen Ru's body.

Lu Heng took the confession from Yan Zheng's hand, and then looked carefully again, his face still had a tangle, "Is this what he asked you to come tomorrow morning?"

Yan Zheng was speechless and watched Xing Fengzi's autopsy silently, until he watched Xing Fengzi force two embroidery needles out of Chen Ru's divine court and Baihui's holes, his pupils behind his mask suddenly shook, but he was naturally a mountain of Tai collapsed before his face, not to mention that he was covered with a mask, no one noticed his strangeness at that moment.

"There are no other injuries, these two embroidery needles are the weapons." Xing Fengzi quickly finished the test, packed up the tools, cleaned his hands, and raised the wine gourd and took a sip of wine.

"It's another embroidery needle, but it was just to save people, but today it's a killing. I said, if you want to break into our imperial prison in the imperial prison in the lunar department and kill people, it's still silent, isn't that god or ghost? If it's that female thief again, it's reasonable." Lu Heng said hatefully, raised his head and looked at the air window that was only one foot square. A master with great light skills shot out the embroidery needle from outside the air window, and it was not impossible for Chen Ru to hit two fatal holes on his head.

After Lu Heng said that, his eyes fell on Yan Zheng. The female thief was too unlucky to see them. How to catch her now? Then find out the person behind her? This is naturally an unsolvable problem for Lu Heng, but he firmly believed that it would not be difficult for his Xue'an.

Yan Zheng seemed to have no idea what he meant. He just stared at the two embroidery needles, not knowing what he was thinking. When Lu Heng called him suspiciously, he woke up, but carefully folded the confession in his hand.

He opened his thin lips and said to Lu Heng, "I have someone take care of this prison and the body carefully and prepare for it. We are afraid we will enter the palace."

In the early morning, Yan Wanwan braved the rain and returned to Chunhefang. After standing under the archway of Chunhejing for a moment, he turned around and returned to Chunzhi Pavilion.

The rain was a little lighter, but it had not stopped yet, drizzling and rustling on the umbrella.

Yan Wanwan arrived not far from Chunzhi Pavilion and saw Zhu'er pulling with a young man she had never seen before. The young man stuffed something into Zhu'er's arms, looked at Zhu'er, and ran away like flying. Zhu'er didn't stop calling him, holding the thing in his hand, with a confused look on his face.

Yan Wanwan walked over and asked, "Who is that?"

When Zhu'er heard this question, he suddenly woke up and said, "Shopkeeper, are you back? That person... I helped him with that person earlier. That time, Master Zheng Wu rode a horse on the street and almost knocked him down. I spoke up and asked Master Zheng Wu for silver. Unexpectedly, he remembered his feelings like this and insisted on giving me this pancake. I said no, but he threw it away and ran away. It's really..."

Zhu'er weighed the pancake in his hand and said to Yan Wanwan, "The shopkeeper has had breakfast? Why don't you eat one too? I saw that there are several packages here."

"I'm not hungry!" Yan Wanwan shook her head gently and put away the umbrella. "Besides, that's what I want. What's wrong with me after eating?"

"What's that? It's just a cake. If I give it to me, it's mine. I'm my business, right? I helped him once, but I didn't expect him to repay him. Now this time it's fine. If I meet him again in the future, I'll invite him back." Zhu'er followed Yan Wanwan into the door, and said indifferently.
Chapter completed!