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Chu Xiao stepped into the door of the room where she stayed, and just took off her cloak and put it on the gantry frame in the outer hall, when she heard an extremely slight rustling sound from outside the window, with a somewhat familiar atmosphere.

He frowned fiercely, summoned his internal strength and gave a palm wind to the wooden window, the window was violently shaken outwards, followed by a black figure dexterously jumping away, accompanied by extremely slight twitches. gasp.

"Go to the front door for me." Chu Xiao said coldly to the outside of the door.

As expected, Ling Feng scratched his head embarrassingly, pushed open the door and walked in with a face full of embarrassment.

"I'm going back to the forbidden barracks in a while. There are still many important matters waiting to be dealt with in the palace. I have arranged heavy guards here, and the captain in charge is also very dedicated." Chu Xiao turned her head and walked into the house without being surprised at all. He whispered, "Go back and tell the prince, don't worry, Mr. Zhao is safe here."

"You want to go?" Looking at his slender figure, Ling Feng suddenly remembered the night when he was accidentally pressed under him, and for some reason, his heart felt a little restless.

Even the tone of the question was full of regret that could not be concealed.

"Aren't you going?"

But Chu Xiao could hear something different from it, turned her head and looked at him with doubts on her face, "Didn't the carriage run out?!"

"The carriage left by itself!" Ling Feng twitched the corners of his lips suddenly jokingly, and sat down on the square table in a very rascally way, raising his eyebrows and joked, "The coachman was forgotten here, and he can't go back~"

Chu Xiao frowned, and stared at him for a while, but under the mocking look, she roughly guessed Lan Jing's intentions.He turned around again, and while arranging his belongings, he said in a low voice coldly: "Be careful with your actions."

"Of order." Ling Feng picked up a cup of herbal tea from the table and fiddled with it in his hand, but never took his eyes off Chu Xiao's handsome face, "If this big Jiangnan case can be successful, we will How about going outside the city to have a quick fight?"

The movements of Chu Xiao's hands froze slightly, and she raised her eyes to look back at him, but she still had no intention of answering.

Ling Feng was not in a hurry, and continued to add slowly: "If you lose, the regent will definitely bite back. When the future is uncertain, you may not have the opportunity to go to your appointment again."

Chu Xiao pursed her lips silently, not knowing how to answer for a while, although his tone was relaxed, but for some reason, there was a bit of sadness in his ears out of thin air.

"Okay." He sighed slightly.

The power of the regent king is in the hands of the opposition, and this court trial is tantamount to pushing King Jing to the forefront. Even if he can win this lawsuit, it will only remove one of his arms, and the future is still unknown.What's more, if he loses, all the crimes of framing and falsely accusing Zhongliang will definitely be charged on his head, and it may be impossible to get out...

"Then...we've made a deal!"

Ling Feng smiled and raised his teacup to pay respects to him, then he drank it with his head up, with indescribable boldness in his words and deeds, "Ling Feng bid farewell."

The black figure flashed lightly, and disappeared in the dim light of the room in a blink of an eye.But Chu Xiao looked at the half-open wooden window, and frowned in displeasure: Can you walk through the main entrance, a majestic seven-foot man?

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For more than ten days after that, news of the disaster relief case continued to spread to Prince Jing's mansion like snowflakes.Ling Feng handed over all the evidence and confessions to Zhao Jianyong, and several important witnesses were safely sent to the prison of the Criminal Justice Department.

Zhao Jianyong has always been sharp and clear in his words, coupled with the complete preparation of evidence this time, he has an advantage in court, forcing Lan Zheng to forcibly withdraw from the court twice in a row, and retrial after pressure.

It was already dark, and there were still a few snowflakes faintly floating outside the window.Zhao Jianyong sat alone at the table in neat clothes, deliberately lit a few more candles, brewed a pot of hot tea, and looked at the aroma rising from his fingers in silent meditation.

On the flat table, another empty lamp was placed opposite, quietly, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

In less than a stick of incense, there was indeed a sound of steady footsteps approaching from a distance, neither as light as a shadow guard, nor as powerful as an imperial guard.

Zhao Jianyong picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, his lowered eyes slightly raised the corners of his lips.After waiting for most of the night, he finally came. I don't know what kind of face he was wearing, whether it was a threat or a lure, no matter what it was, this war without gunpowder smoke was finally about to kick off!

The footsteps gradually stopped, and there was a harsh "squeak" sound from the rotten door hinge.Under the flickering candlelight in the room, a tall figure in a red robe slowly walked in.