After the avatar is reborn

Nian Qiao carefully tugged at Fu Qingming's sleeve, touching the cold silk, Fu Qingming stopped, glanced at him, and asked, "Are you afraid?"

He nodded, noticing the coagulated blood on the wall from the corner of his eyes, and subconsciously moved closer to Fu Qingming.

Fu Qingming frowned slightly, but he didn't take back his sleeves. Ren Nianqiao tugged and led Nianqiao to the deepest part of the corridor.

In the deepest part, the cell was dark and gloomy, and the corners were covered with straw. Ji Lingyu sat on the ground, and the shackles on his wrists looked very heavy.

"Your Highness Seventh!" Nian Qiao immediately let go of Fu Qingming when he saw someone.

This room is like a place where he was locked up in the previous life, when he couldn't call anyone, now Ji Lingyu experienced it again.

Ji Lingyu was imprisoned for a few days, but her clothes were a little wrinkled, her deep eyebrows were raised, and her eyes fell on Nianqiao outside the cell.

Fu Qingming stood in the corridor, looking at Nianqiao lying outside the iron gate, with an extremely indifferent expression.

Seeing that Ji Lingyu was not tortured, Nianqiao felt relieved a little.

"Your Highness, how are you?" Nianqiao asked with concern.

Ji Lingyu got up, first glanced at Fu Qingming, and asked, "I'm fine here, Nianqiao, this is not the place you should come here."

With Nianqiao's courage, he was naturally unwilling to come to prison. Nianqiao's small face is still pale, and his thin white fingertips are holding the iron gate railing, which is in stark contrast to the dark prison cell.

"Lord Fu Li brought me here. I always wanted to see His Highness the Seventh Prince." Nianqiao felt a little regretful. He came here without any preparations, and didn't bring anything to Ji Lingyu.

The food in the Imperial Prison was poor, but he always forgot that Ji Lingyu was still a prince no matter what, not to mention that he had not been convicted now.

Nian Qiao: "Your Highness, don't worry, Mr. Fu will give us justice, and will definitely not let His Highness be wronged."

He comforted Ji Lingyu dryly, looking at Ji Lingyu with sparkling deer eyes.

Ji Lingyu laughed, comforting Nianqiao and said, "I naturally believe this. Nianqiao, stay in Qianque Palace and don't run around."

"do not let me worry."

Nianqiao complied obediently. He came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money with him, so he set his mind on Fu Qingming.

"Master Fu, can I bring meals to the Seventh Prince?"

Fu Qingming's gaze had always been indifferent, but now he glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "No."

The corners of Nianqiao's lips clenched. He saw the attendants in the next cell delivering meals to the prisoners. Fu Qingming was clearly talking nonsense with his eyes open.

"Master Fu." Nian Qiao knew that Fu Qingming had always bothered him, and now that Ji Lingyu was here, Fu Qingming probably didn't want anyone to know that they knew each other from the beginning.

Nian Qiao had a little displeasure in his eyes, he looked up at Fu Qingming slightly, the fragrance from his body rushed towards Fu Qingming's face, his soft fingers were as soft as bones, holding Fu Qingming's wrist, as if half a person wanted to Fell into Fu Qingming's arms.

He actually wanted to get close and talk to Fu Qingming in secret, but this scene would easily cause misunderstandings in the eyes of other people.

"Nianqiao." Ji Lingyu called him suddenly.

Nianqiao immediately let go of Fu Qingming, and he turned to Ji Lingyu. Ji Lingyu glanced around the two of them, and then fixed his gaze on him.

"You don't need to prepare a meal for me." Ji Lingyu said, "You go out first, and let Master Fu and I have a few words alone."

After hearing the words, Nianqiao had no choice but to back out. Fu Qingming watched the boy leave obediently, and faced Ji Lingyu through a prison door.

"Master Lao Fu brought Nianqiao here. This matter has nothing to do with Nianqiao. I hope Master Fu will not embarrass him." Ji Lingyu said.

Fu Qingming cupped his hands slightly, and said to Ji Lingyu, "If he hadn't participated in it, naturally I wouldn't make things difficult for him."

"His Royal Highness will be wronged for a few more days."

After Fu Qingming finished speaking, she went out.

Nian Qiao followed Fu Qingming out, and he asked, "Will His Highness Seventh come out in a few days?"

Ji Xuerong promised to bring Ji Lingyu out, and it should not take a few days.

"You seem to care about the seventh prince very much." Fu Qingming said, "He is a prince, you are different from his master and servant, next time you come out in the first place, it won't be as simple as a cane."

The voice was indifferent, faintly carrying a warning.

Nian Qiao knew that he was really impulsive last time, so he didn't refute, and said in a low voice: "I know, but His Royal Highness has treated me very well, I can't bear to see him being wronged."

"Brother Qingming, am I wrong?"

Nian Qiao asked: "If he treats me well, I will naturally treat him well. I will stay away from those who treat me badly. This is what Mr. taught in class. Gentlemen share right and wrong... know what is right."

I don't remember the next sentence "Nianqiao".

Nianqiao waited for Fu Qingming to agree with him, but Fu Qingming said calmly, "Mr., did you tell you the next sentence?"

I told you, but Nianqiao forgot.

"A disgusting person does not see a cold state, which manifests itself in expressions; a permissible person does not see sweetness, which manifests itself in expressions."

"Nianqiao, do you understand what this means?"

Nianqiao didn't understand, he subconsciously asked, "What does this mean?"

Without telling him, Fu Qingming led him out of the imperial prison, and said to him: "Whether it is the seventh prince or the crown prince, you are not the same as them, remember your identity."

Nian Qiao didn't like Fu Qingming's tone, so he secretly retorted in his heart, then he said yes, and got into the carriage with Fu Qingming.

The carriage drove to the palace, Nianqiao opened the curtain all the way to look out, looking at the snacks sold in the streets and alleys, as well as the watery candied haws, sugar figurines and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Fu Qingming looked at him. He knew that Fu Qingming didn't like him, so he put down the car curtain again.

All the way to the outside of Qianque Palace, Nianqiao got off the carriage, but Fu Qingming didn't say anything.

On the second day, Nianqiao was still staying in Qianque Palace, and Fu Qingming sent someone to look for him.

It's Fang Dingrong.

Fang Dingrong brought him a box, a long, square wooden box, which was given to him by Fu Qingming.

What will Fu Qingming give him?Nianqiao was a little suspicious, he took it to thank him, and opened it in front of Fang Dingrong.

Inside are bright red candied haws, boxy candy figurines, and two stacks of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake smelled soft and sticky, Nianqiao looked left and right, he saw it on the street that day, Fu Qingming would buy it for him?

"Is it all for me?" Nianqiao asked uncertainly.

Fang Dingrong nodded slightly, and was about to leave when the things were delivered, but when he turned around, his sleeves were pulled.

Nian Qiao wanted to inquire about the news, since Fang Dingrong was transferred away, he had not seen Fang Dingrong again.

"Wait, I have something to ask you."

"The handkerchief I gave you last time, why is it at Fu Qingming's place." Nianqiao was a little unhappy, this is really a complaint.

Every handkerchief he gave would be handed over to Fu Qingming.

Fang Dingrong stopped and said to him, "Master asked."

It meant that Fu Qingming asked him, of course he would say it.

Nian Qiao: "Then where have you been transferred now, will you still stare at me in the future?"

Fang Dingrong said: "Listen to the master."

He listened to Fu Qingming for everything.

Nianqiao rolled his eyes, he couldn't grasp Fang Dingrong's trick, Fang Dingrong was very loyal to Fu Qingming.

"Then let me ask you again, do you know who killed those guards that day at the hunting ground?"

He fled in the hunting ground, only those guards found him, and the guards were all killed, so he was still a little worried.

Hearing this, Fang Dingrong raised his eyelids. He is handsome, with profound facial features, and his skin is darker than that of a foreign race. When looking at people, his eyes are slightly pale, because they have been stained with blood all year round, and there is also a faint layer of hostility.

Nian Qiao was still bowing his head to pick and practice from the square box. Fu Qingming had never bought these for him before, and he liked them all. He was unwilling to give any of them to Fang Dingrong.

He knew the rules, how could it not be beneficial to ask others for information, and finally he picked out a stack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and his heart ached when he took them out.

"This is for you. I like sweet-scented osmanthus cake the most. Don't tell Brother Qingming." Nian Qiao gave the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Fang Dingrong and muttered, "Now we can talk about it."

Fang Dingrong's palm was stuffed with hot pastry, and he was slightly silent when he met the young man's clear gaze.

"I can't say." Fang Dingrong said lightly.

Nianqiao waited for a long time for this sentence, and he stared at Fang Dingrong, why didn't he tell him the wood just now, but waited for him to give the snack before telling him.

"Is there anything else?" Fang Dingrong asked him again.

Nianqiao was a little angry, and he was embarrassed to ask for the snacks back, so he could only watch Fang Dingrong leave, and stamped his feet on the spot angrily.

……

Dali Temple.

There were more than a dozen collected criminal evidences on the case table. The guard knelt on the ground and said in a low voice: "My lord, these evidences are enough to prove that the Seventh Prince was framed, can you let him go?"

Originally, according to an arrow, there was actually no way to convict the Seventh Prince, and the Seventh Prince was imprisoned, which was purely caused by Emperor Jing He's hatred of the Seventh Prince.

Fu Qingming asked: "How is the situation with the First Prince?"

The guard: "The eldest prince's injury has stabilized, and he is fine now."

The official seal was pressed on the running script, a letter, a guard went to the prison, the last cell was opened, and the chains collided with each other to make a crisp sound.

The guard bowed and said, "Seventh Prince, please."

Ji Lingyu was thin and thin, he walked out of the shadow of the cell, and it seemed that a layer of coldness melted around him.

The shackles on his wrists were removed, and Ji Lingyu seemed to ask casually, "But have you found the murderer?"

The guard shook his head and replied: "The culprit has not been found yet, but there is enough evidence to prove that this matter has nothing to do with the Seventh Prince."

"Your Highness Seventh, please rest assured that Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment are clean and honest, and this matter will definitely be investigated."

Dali Temple is located in the south of Shengjing. It is rumored that this is the place with the most yin energy. There is a blindfolded stone statue of Shang Yang at the gate of the prison.

Thousands of years ago, Shang Yang made legislation, blindfolded on the Dharma hall, with the aim of being fair and honest, and this place is one of the three Dharma halls.

When Ji Lingyu stepped out of the prison, she paused for a moment, looking at the blindfolded stone statue, a trace of irony flashed in her eyes.

The news of the seventh prince's return to the palace reached Qianque Palace, Nianqiao let go of his heart, and had prepared bath water and meals for Ji Lingyu, ready to welcome Ji Lingyu.

However, Ji Lingyu didn't come back first, someone outside the hall begged to see him, Nianqiao thumped and ran to open the door, only to see Mr. Ouyang.

He sometimes felt that the seventh prince was very powerful. At first Mr. Ouyang didn't want to see him, but later he could tolerate the seventh prince's daily harassment. Now that the seventh prince was wrongfully imprisoned, Mr. Ouyang came to visit him personally.

Nianqiao obediently called "Sir" and invited Mr. Ouyang in.

Then he saw Ji Lingyu. Hearing that Mr. Ouyang was coming, Ji Lingyu changed his clothes first, and then went to the side hall.

The visitors are usually in the main hall, but now they are in the side hall, Nianqiao is leaning against the stone pillars bored, and Yaochi comes over with a flower basket.

"Nianqiao, you don't need to guard today, you go back and rest."

Nianqiao wanted to stay, but he couldn't say no to Shangyaochi's smiling face, probably it was the Seventh Prince's intention, so he agreed.

"I see, Sister Yaochi, please tell me if you have anything to do."

Yao Chi laughed, "Your Highness Seventh doesn't like to be discussed by others, read the bridge, don't tell others what happened today."

Nian Qiao glanced into the hall curiously, and said, "I won't tell anyone."

In the side hall.

Ji Lingyu was always polite to Mr. Ouyang. He served tea for Mr. Ouyang himself, opened his robe and knelt on the ground.

"Students have been having trouble getting out recently, and they have delayed Mr.'s class. I hope Mr. forgive me."

Mr. Ouyang looked serious, seeing Ji Lingyu kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help sighing.

"What are you talking about? You have been imprisoned for no reason. Since you are disturbed by the situation, how can you talk about the trouble of pleasure."

"It's not in vain, my father is just, and the imprisoning disaster has also saved the students from being suspicious." Ji Lingyu said.

"Since I have come here, I have made a decision, Lan You, why do you need to hide it from me?"

"In ancient times, Aizawa, it's hard to say, but it's still the same today."

Throughout the ages, getting stuck in a swamp has often been difficult to get out of, and it is no different today.Since he is in the midst of the government's attack, he is doomed to find it difficult to be alone.

I just don't know...whether the Seventh Prince in front of me can transform into a dragon.

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The author has something to say:

"The detestable person does not see the indifference, which shows all the expressions; the permissible person does not see the affection of sweetness, which shows all the expressions." - "Dream of Red Mansions"