After becoming a mermaid, the group of friends exploded

On the other side, Prince Jing's mansion, since Prince Jing invited Master Yinwu, the grief on his face has quietly disappeared, but the gloomy feeling has become more serious, and the others didn't think much about it, thinking that Prince Jing looked away, and the mansion was dignified. The cautious atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

But after King Jing knew that his son was not dead, his mind suddenly cleared up a lot. Fortunately, he had detained the people on board early on, otherwise he would let them go home, and those old guys would definitely play tricks on him. Huahua, even though he is a prince with little real power, he still has something to say to the emperor, so these old guys didn't dare to say anything when they were detained, but quietly asked the servant to send something.

King Jing also went to see the traces on the ship. The broken traces on the railings were obviously caused by the impact. He believed that Cheng Jing was pushed into the sea. He locked those people into a separate room and found some experienced jailers. Go to torture one by one, and report to him immediately if anyone finds something wrong.

As for Prince Jing himself, he went to another guest room with a much better layout, where Zhao Zhengran, his son's friend from the academy, was locked up.

King Jing never cared about Jing'er's making friends. He knew that Jing'er's vision was not bad. From childhood to adulthood, all of his friends from Xie Sun's family were talented, intelligent and good-natured. As a young genius, although Jing'er himself doesn't have much talent, he still has a good eye for people, so he didn't care too much when he knew that he had a close relationship with the poor family. However, when this happened, he was most suspicious of Zhao Zheng Ran this person.

When King Jing walked to the door, the guards at the door were about to call him. King Jing made a gesture to stop them. The guards understood and stretched out their hands to push the door open for him. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Zhao Zhengran sitting by the window He leaned on the back of the chair with his haggard and pale but still unconcealable handsome face, his eyes closed tightly, his chest rising and falling steadily, and he looked like he was in a deep sleep.

King Jing looked at Zhao Zhengran, his eyes fell on the scattered bloodstains on his chest, remembering what the guard said, he couldn't help frowning, thinking in his heart, if he harmed Jing'er, it would be a little bit worse. I know how to pretend to be like this to clear his suspicion.

Prince Jing walked to the table and sat down. He didn't wake Zhao Zhengran up.

Zhao Zhengran seemed to be having some kind of dream, his brows were tightly frowned, his teeth were gritted, and his face was a little distorted and hideous.

Prince Jing looked at him, reached out to touch a cup, picked up the teapot, poured a glass of water, and took a sip.

"Cheng Jing..." Zhao Zhengran called out, his eyes still closed tightly, Prince Jing stopped his movements, and his eyes fell on Zhao Zhengran's eyes like a cold light.

"Cheng Jing...I'm sorry." Zhao Zhengran opened and closed his lips slightly, and Prince Jing suddenly clenched the cup in his hand, "Cheng Jing..." Tears flowed from those tightly closed eyes.

Prince Jing's heart sank heavily. Although he had doubts about Zhao Zhengran, he believed in Jing'er's vision so much.

Even though he was almost unable to restrain his emotions now, he still retained his rationality. He relaxed the hand holding the cup, and looked deeply at the peonies blooming wildly outside the window.

After a long time, Zhao Zhengran woke up faintly. He was not surprised when he saw Prince Jing, as if he knew that he would come to find him in person.

Prince Jing looked at his red bloodshot eyes that looked scary, and slowly clenched his hands hidden in his wide sleeves into fists, "Do you know why Jing'er fell into the water?"

Zhao Zhengran remained silent for a long time before saying: "He was pushed down."

"It's you?" Prince Jing stared at him closely, as long as he nodded, he would definitely make him pay a heavy price.

"No, it's not me." Zhao Zhengran said, with a calm but numb expression, not even the slightest movement of the eyeballs.

Prince Jing looked at him, eyes full of suspicion and distrust, he didn't speak, and Zhao Zhengran didn't speak anymore, the two of them fell into an atmosphere of silence for a moment.

"You know," Prince Jing said suddenly. He stretched out his hand slowly, staring at the white jade ring on his thumb, with a casual expression, "Jing'er has a younger brother. , this king is just very annoyed that as this king's son, he died in such a useless place in a different place." After a pause, he continued: "The son who can't even be found in the capital, this king will not be in the emperor's place for him. The mausoleum is for the construction of the tomb and the spiritual tablet."

Zhao Zhengran's eyeballs moved, he raised his head, his brown pupils were filled with a chill, he stared at Prince Jing for a while, and said with a desolate smile: "My lord is really a good father, such a heartless father It really does answer the sentence that the most ruthless emperor's family, if the prince really dislikes the son so much, then the boy can only make up his own mind and let the son be with the boy's ancestors." As he said, his eyeballs became more blood red , although he smiled, but with a bit of viciousness and gnashing of teeth.

Zhao Zhengran believed that Prince Jing was able to do this. Cheng Jing died, but there was no trace of grief on his face. It was clear that he didn't care about Cheng Jing at all. Zhao Zhengran thought of Cheng Jing. Inadvertently complained that his father spoiled him too much, and wanted to intervene in everything to prevent him from doing it, but now it seems that it is probably the "killing" that often happens in the royal family, and he has no true affection for Cheng Jing. So when Cheng Jing died, he would only think about these ridiculous things.

"Presumptuous!" Prince Jing slapped the table, his expression so cold that it was terrifying, he squinted his eyes, and looked at Zhao Zhengran's undisguised hatred, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Heh," Zhao Zhengran smiled coldly, "Of course the kid knows what he's talking about. The kid is serious. Since the prince doesn't plan to do the funeral for Cheng Jing, the kid is willing to do it for him."

"Do you want to go to your family's ancestral hall?" Prince Jing stared at him coldly. He stroked the smooth and delicate white jade ring on his thumb, quietly letting go of half of his doubts.

"Naturally," Zhao Zhengran lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the sarcasm grew stronger.

Prince Jing was silent, his cold eyes fell on Zhao Zhengran's expression, and he examined every inch of it.

After a long time, he said: "Jing'er is still alive."

Zhao Zhengran opened his eyes suddenly, "What did you say?" He suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he couldn't help but strode forward a few steps, "You just said that the son is still alive?"

Prince Jing nodded, staring at Zhao Zhengran closely, and said word by word: "Jing'er is still alive, I asked Master Yin Wu to do the calculations himself, Jing'er is fine."

"You didn't lie to me?! Ha..." Zhao Zhengran's pale and colorless face suddenly flushed with excitement, and he couldn't help showing an ecstatic smile, the red on his face quickly extended to his neck, "Ha , he's fine..." Although her eyeballs were still red, she couldn't hide her great joy.

However, this state only lasted for less than half a quarter of an hour, and the ecstasy aroused by Prince Jing's simple statement that he was still alive gradually subsided, and his rationality returned, "No, you lied to me, it's impossible, I clearly saw him He must have encountered a sea beast. How could he be fine if he could not swim and encountered a sea beast? Lord Jing, the prince has already passed away, why do you still joke about his death? "Zhao Zhengran clenched his fists tightly, and there was a grim expression on his face, which was still blushing before it could subside.

Prince Jing was taken aback. He hadn't heard that Zhao Zhengran had picked up Jing'er's belt. When he heard that there was blood on it, his heart sank. Now that he heard Zhao Zhengran's analysis, he also felt that Jing'er must die. With Master Wu's supernatural powers, it's impossible for this calculation to be wrong. His auspicious people have their own celestial features, so there must be no chance. But he didn't say much to Zhao Zhengran, but his doubts about him were completely dissipated. He looked at this handsome and upright young man, as if he saw the shadows of other people. Jing'er's vision was indeed good. Suspicious, Prince Jing thought, and showed him a gentle smile, "You don't believe me to be honest, Jing'er is still alive, can I make fun of my son with you? What I said before was just to bluff you, to test Just you."

Zhao Zhengran couldn't help being taken aback as he watched Prince Jing dissipate the gloom between his brows and still show that hearty smile. He examined Prince Jing's expression, "Are you serious?"

Prince Jing raised his eyebrows, "Of course, this king suspects that you have harmed my son, just to test you, but now this king trusts you, you are a good boy, and you are worthy of taking care of you like my son."

Zhao Zhengran didn't listen to what he said later. Seeing that Prince Jing was so sure, he actually forgot to use the previous words to question him. He murmured: "It's great that Cheng Jing is still alive..." As he spoke, his body softened. , actually passed out to the ground.

King Jing was startled, and quickly called for the doctor to come over.

The doctor came over soon, and after he gave Zhao Zhengran a diagnosis, he stroked his long beard and said, "Young master, this is a heart disease caused by a stagnation in his heart that persists for a long time, and he has been hungry for a while, so his body is very weak "He brushed up a pen and wrote a prescription, blew on the ink, and wanted to pass it to King Jing, but he quickly reacted, turned around halfway, and handed it to the black-clothed guard next to King Jing, "Press this Fang Zi decocted the little son, boiled three bowls of water into one bowl, used it for warming and nourishing his body, once a day in the morning and evening, it is best to eat something light and soft."

After the doctor left, Prince Jing frowned, turned his head and asked the black-clothed guard, "Didn't you bring him food these days?"

The guard hurriedly said: "My lord, my subordinates deliver meals on time every day, but Mr. Zhao doesn't eat, so there is nothing I can do about it."

"This child has such deep affection for Jing'er." Prince Jing said to himself, and he couldn't help but feel better about Zhao Zhengran.

"When he wakes up, ask the kitchen to cook for him alone. You heard what the doctor said. It should be light and soft. Ask the kitchen to make it according to this requirement. Be sure to watch him eat it. If you don't eat it, you Just say it’s the king’s intention, let him take care of his health.” After a pause, he took the prescription from the guard, glanced at it, and said: “The medicinal materials on this prescription must be the best, and I will cook it for you every day. He drinks."

The guard should be, King Jing waved him back, stood beside Zhao Zhengran's bed, his eyes fell on Zhao Zhengran's quietly relaxed brow, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If Jing'er came back and knew that she had tormented Zhao Zhengran like this, she didn't know what would happen.Although this Zhao Zhengran is from a poor family, he has an extraordinary heart. He may do something in the future. Jing'er is too pure and kind. Naturally, the more friends like this, the more at ease he will be. After all, he is old and has no real power. May protect him forever.

With his hands behind his back, Prince Jing cast a deep look at Zhao Zhengran for the last time, then turned and left the room.

But he didn't go far, and ran into the housekeeper Yu Rong head-on, Yu Rong looked ugly, "My lord," he said through gritted teeth, "The person who harmed the son has been found out."

Prince Jing's expression froze, "Who?"

Yu Rong: "It's Shen Ming, the second son of Shen Shilang."

"...Chongyang's younger brother?"

"Yes..." Yu Rong hesitated for a moment, seeing Prince Jing's gloomy expression when he said the name Zhongyang, and continued: "But they don't have a good relationship. happy,"

Prince Jing's eyes deepened, and he said coldly: "Chongyang didn't harm my son, but let my younger brother get it first. These two people are worthy of being a family that doesn't come into the house."

"My lord, what should I do with Shen Ming now?" Yu Rong asked.

King Jing lowered his eyes, pondered for a while, and said: "He harmed my son for no reason and no reason, it can be seen that his heart is vicious, and killing him is justified, but I want his life to be worse than death." His tendons and hamstrings, cut off his tongue and sent him back to the Shen residence."

Yu Rong responded and stepped back to get ready.

Prince Jing stood on the spot, and Chongyang's extremely sick and crazy face appeared in his mind at an inappropriate time, he let out a heavy "hum", suppressed the memory about Chongyang, and strode away.