Feng Hongyin ignored her again and stumbled to Lin prison.

There is no one in the dungeon, but the dried blood has not been cleared.

Feng Hongyin stiffened and walked in slowly.

There were too many torture instruments in the dungeon. They were clean when he left, but now they are more or less stained with blood.

He... really doesn't know what happened to Mother Xu's training?

Putting her in this dungeon, isn't it tacit approval, he doesn't mind what she will be done, as long as he can get a good-looking her, he can pretend that he doesn't know anything.

Isn't he just with this kind of thought that makes him so unwilling to hear Mingrou's words?

Because every word of her is right.

He personally pushed her to Lin prison.

Feng Hongyin stumbled around in the dungeon for a while before slowly leaving the dungeon.

She must not be dead.

Feng Hongyin believed inexplicably.

When he came to the yard again, Ming Rou had already assisted Concubine Ming to return to the house.

The servants who were kneeling in the courtyard heard what he said just now, and no one dared to get up.

The servant who had been serving in the mansion in the past boldly said: "The prince, this is all the princess's idea, it has nothing to do with us, it has nothing to do with us..."

Feng Hongyin lowered his eyes and looked at him with a pair of non-sentimental eyes, making the servant look cold all over.

"I know." His voice was calm, but with the killing intent to make Quan Han: "But if I can't find her back, I will ask all of you to bury her."

Everyone in the courtyard was surprised.

Feng Hongyin didn't say anything more, but turned around and went back to the study.

He is waiting.

Wait for someone to inform.

It was not good today. It rained quickly outside. After night fell, the entire palace seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, which was especially called Quan Han.

Feng Hongyin sat quietly in the study and waited.

Finally, the door was knocked gently.

"Come in."

After a while, the door was opened from the outside.

An inconspicuous servant walked in, still wet with a drizzle.

After he walked in, he knelt in front of Feng Hongyin, trembling all over: "Master, I know the whereabouts of the princess side!"

Feng Hongyin's heart was finally settled.

On the second day Mengmengliang, Feng Hongyin went out.

Following the news from the servant, he walked all the way from the most prosperous alleyway in the capital to a slightly broken place.

A child wearing a patch was running around in the alley, and when he saw him, he looked at him with surprise.

This is the place where the poor live. When will there be people who dress so well and know that they are the sons of wealthy people come here?

Feng Hongyin kept walking, his heart beating like a drum.

Walking along this alley, I arrived at a place that looked different from the house next to him after a while.

This is a kiln on the outskirts of Beijing. On weekdays, some rough villagers come and go.

Feng Hongyin walked to the door of the kiln and looked up at this humble house.

Her younger brother was the number one scholar in the dynasty. It is conceivable that she had read the Four Books and Five Classics at home before, but in the end she was sent to this place.

It is difficult for her to accept the Qing dynasty who is doing business in the brothel and not selling herself, let alone this kind of kiln?

Feng Hongyin felt pain after thinking about it.

He raised his hand, and when he was about to push the door, it opened.

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