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"Milord." The guards they met along the way bowed in succession. As they looked at the Duke Huai who was dressed in casual clothes and dressed in a hasty manner, they all opened the way in surprise.

Duke Huai quickly rushed to the Qilin Pavilion, and the moment he walked in, he said, "Give me Zhu Yan Jian's record and the records of the West Lake Blood case, along with all the relevant information from the Blood Tear and Puppet Palace. Hurry, I'll wait here."

The guard on duty was startled for a moment before saying, "The young prince has already taken them all away."

Duke Huan muttered to himself before sighing lightly, "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. There's no need to look for it. I'll go look at Tears of Blood." He turned around and headed towards the dungeon.

The prisoners in the prison were all felons, and each of them had their own cell. Prince Huan looked at the number in the room for the guards on duty to rest before taking his key and heading straight for 203. The two guards did not understand and quickly followed. After finding the 203 cell, Duke Huan stopped and turned his head to instruct, "I'll go in myself. You guys go back to work." He opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him. The two guards looked at each other, pondered for a moment, and then retreated a distance. However, they didn't really dare to be busy with their own matters.

The room was not big. There was a bed, a table and a stool, and a chamber pot in the corner. Although it was simple and crude, there was no unusual smell coming from it. It could be considered dry and tidy. There were also a few books and a set of brushes and ink on the table.

The person on the bed moved when he heard the noise. He stretched before slowly sitting up unwillingly. His hair that was casually scattered but not messy fell to his waist, his face was pale from not seeing any light for a long time, and his beard was strangely clean-shaven.

The cell was well ventilated and not too hot, but the heat was there. However, this person was dressed neatly. When he sat up, he pulled up the blanket and draped it over his shoulders. He didn't seem to be comfortable and didn't want to die from the heat. Moreover, it was a bed with a noticeably thicker quilt, not a thin quilt that would normally be allocated in the summer.

He squinted his eyes to look at Duke Huai for a while, and only then did he seem to recognize who he was. "Long time no see."

Duke Huan sat down in his chair and ignored his "greetings", asking directly, "Mo'er came to see you, right? What did he say? "

Tears of Blood tossed her hair back, "You are the Thirteenth Uncle that he has always talked to me about. Just ask him directly, why are you asking me? What? "You don't trust him?"

Duke Huai frowned, "Speak properly. Don't talk about anything useful or useless. Mo'er treats you as a friend. With his personality, he wouldn't ask you many questions. This is a serious matter, so tell me everything that's important and don't leave it out. "

Tears of Blood looked at him in amusement. "Lord Thirteen sure has a heavy heart. Isn't he also not wearing an official's uniform?" Where did he go to look cool in his casual clothes? The gold kilns aren't open at this hour, right? Oh, the important thing. Ah? Important things? What matters? I've been here for a full ten years, and you're still asking me about important things? Don't you think it's possible? And I was just sleeping soundly when I dreamt of a big salted duck. His tone was confident and confident.

Duke Huan did not pay attention to his nonsense, nor did he get angry. He asked calmly, "For example, why is your secret weapon related to the Puppet Palace?"

"Oh, this one." Tears of Blood suddenly came to her eyes, "Actually, you can just ask Zhao Qingyan. He probably knows more than I do. Single door secret weapon, let me think, what is it called? Weeping blood for tears? Ah, yes, this. Didn't your nephew tell you? This concealed weapon was one of the core hidden weapons of the Puppet Palace. Ah, no, not a concealed weapon. Our internal energy can instantly freeze a liquid into ice, and that concealed weapon is a poison that has been mixed with water. As for why I did this, it is because I am the son of the Lord of the Puppet Palace. Huh? You asked me what was originally called? Isn't it obvious? It's a change of dynasty. Since my father is dead, I have to run away quickly. Otherwise, won't they kill me? What was the Puppet Palace trying to do? How would I know? I would have died long ago if Zhao Qingyan hadn't brought me back. Do you really think that a cripple like me, who made the Puppet Palace want to get rid of them, would come and tell me what they wanted to do? I'm so stupid, I'm just waiting to die. What other opinion do you want me to have? My opinion is that you should ask that precious nephew of yours. You should be clear about his abilities, right? "

Prince Huan did not continue asking. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you have a problem with me or with Mo'er? Why do you keep pushing me towards him?"

Tears of blood gushed out again, and tears of sleepiness rolled down his cheeks, "Nothing much, I just don't think I can help much." Rather than wasting time with me, I'd like to have a careful chat with your nephew. Are you bored because you don't want to disturb his rest or because you think he's hiding something? You've been a secret envoy for so many years, and his Thirteenth Uncle has also been one for twenty years. If you don't know, just ask him straight out. He won't be wasting his time and he'll tell you what you think he's hiding. He talks to you all the time, but you are wasting your strength here, and I feel tired for you. Besides, did you forget who Lu Sobbing was? If you don't understand, ask him. Zhao Qing and Lu Sobbing both know more about the Puppet Palace than I do. Finally, let me remind you, your nephew will definitely tell you what needs to be said. "

Prince Huan stared at him in a daze. Although he disliked his strange tone and endless number of "ah" sounds, he couldn't help but admit that what he said made sense.

Tears and Blood yawned a few more times, and said: "From the looks of it, he seemed to have talked to you? Let me give you a suggestion. As for you, just do whatever you want. If you have nothing to do, just sleep. I bet you a saltwater duck. At most one day, he'll bring you information and some other things you need. Betting or not? Betting or not? Hey hey, you are a dignified prince, why are you so stingy? A salty duck wouldn't even dare to take a gamble? I say, you were enlightened and enlightened by my words, as if it were a lifetime ago. Listening to me, you understand your own stupidity. Come, come, saltwater duck. Can't you give me a quote? "This is not considered cheating. It's illegal to steal from someone. At most, you can give them a better meal. It doesn't matter anymore."

Duke Huan could feel the veins on his forehead pulsating. He could barely resist the urge to grab Yun Che by the collar and curse at him. He nodded. "Alright, it's a gamble."

Tears of blood dripped down, and she covered her head with the quilt, "Then you should hurry up and go to sleep. It's so late, don't disturb me. I want to dream of eating salted duck, and when I wake up, I'll be able to eat duck. This is the most beautiful thing in your life! "

Duke Huan took a deep breath and said, "I have just finished my declaration, so it's still very early in the morning. I really am unable to comprehend how a person like you could have such a name. "

Tears of blood dripped from their eyes as they mumbled, "You can't blame me for that. My original name was very good. Who knows how I got my name?" If everyone calls it that, then so be it, it doesn't matter. "

"What was your name?" There was no reply. After a few breaths, only the uniform sound of breathing could be heard. Because of his curiosity, Duke Huai had appeared a little bit. However, his little bit of happiness had been completely destroyed. He turned around and walked out, using the strength he used to not wake up the Blood and Tears in his heart, and ruthlessly slammed the door.

The guard noticed the unfriendly expression on his face, but still plucked up his courage and asked, "Sir, where are we going next?"

Duke Huan glared fiercely at the tightly shut door behind him, and said while gnashing his teeth, "Sleep!"

"Huh?" Hearing that the usually diligent Duke Huan wanted to go to bed in broad daylight, the two couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief.

Duke Huan glared at them fiercely this time, "Ah what? "Ah!" He walked out with large strides.

The two guards once again looked at each other and silently followed him. They tactfully did not make a sound.

"My lord, this is the file that the young prince sent over. Please take a look." Stepping out of the heavy metal door, Xiao Tao quickly walked over and handed over a stack of papers.

Duke Huan looked at him as if he did not know him. After a long time, he asked, "You're the one who pulled Hua Boping's junior brother back, right?"

Xiao Tao could see that Duke Huan's expression was not friendly and immediately stood straight, "Yes, what orders do you have?"

"Go buy a salted duck and send it to 203." Prince Huan took the items and turned to leave.

Xiao Tao was stunned. He was completely stupefied. His eyes chased after Duke Huai as he blurted out in confusion, "Ah?"

The two guards at the side, who wanted to seal their mouths, exclaimed in unison, "You're not allowed to say 'ah!'"

"Huh?" Xiao Tao was even more confused. As soon as he spoke, he quickly covered his mouth.

Duke Huan's face turned green as he stopped his steps and turned around. He stared at Xiao Li as if he wanted to eat him up, and said solemnly: "Xiao, Tao."

Xiao Tao's heart trembled and he did not show it on his face as he said: "This subordinate is here, please give my orders!"

Prince Huan heaved a sigh of relief. "I want to buy two salty water ducks. Send one over to me as well." This time, he did not stop and quickly left.

Xiao Tao looked at his back in shock as he quickly disappeared. Then, he turned to the guard beside him who had a similar expression to his and asked, "What's wrong, Sir?"

The guard on the left sighed, "I don't know. Maybe he was angered by 203?"

Xiao Tao joked, "How is that possible?"

The guard on the left answered, "Yes, I think it's not impossible."

Xiao Tao was speechless for a moment and was barely able to believe it, "That's about it. I went to buy a duck, but I don't know if it suits my lord's taste."

The guard on the right said, "As long as the food isn't too bad, it's fine. Go quickly, adults should be in a good mood after eating ducks. "

The guard on the left urged, "That's right, don't delay any longer. Say less. Hurry up and buy it."

Xiao Tao: "..."

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Of course, Duke Huan did not know what his guards were guessing because of his two casual sentences. He was looking at the things that Xiao Tao had sent over.

Judging by the amount of ink, this should be all the records that Zhao Qingyan had provided. They were all in brand-new brown paper bags with new ink marks on them. Obviously, Zhao Qingyan had replaced the old and brittle cover. In addition, there were also more than ten pages written in Zhao Qingyan's hand. The handwriting was the same, they were both neat little cards, but one or two of the words were obviously more casual. These few pages should be the summaries that Zhao Qingyan had made these past few days, plus some thoughts that he had not mentioned before. Because it was written by Zhao Qingyan himself, it was not very coherent. However, the sequence was very clear and it did not take much effort to read.

It had only been two days. It was already quite rare for him to collect such a complete set of things.

Prince Huan roughly flipped over and leaned back in his chair, sighing. "I'm really worried, but things are still messy. Today, things have really gotten messy."

Additional explanation: "Qilin Pavilion" is the setting of the place where the author will build the Privy Council, that is, the civil office of the imperial court, and the records of the imperial government and the Jianghu will be stored. Because the classification of the "Thirteen Divisions of the Privy Council" was too troublesome, they recounted the fact that their brains were big, so they simplified it and chose a more meaningful name, which was easy to understand.

To put it simply, the office space for the civil servants was called "Qilin Pavilion", while the military service was called "Inner Court" …