Zhumen Hangui

"Do you know them?" Su Yizhao asked again.

"The man in black was covering his face. After thinking about it, his voice seemed familiar. The other monk didn't have much impression, but he was wearing a red cassock."

Red cassock?That means that it is an eminent monk in the temple, and a young monk is not qualified to wear cassock.

But those who can lock up men here must have status in the temple.

And the other man should be an acquaintance with this person, afraid of being recognized.

"What about tall, short, fat and thin?"

The man suddenly squatted down and slammed his head again, his breathing became heavy.

"Thinking too much makes my head hurt!"

"Ah! My head hurts!" The man roared again, and even hit his head against the edge of the bed.

"Hey! Then what, if you can't remember it, don't think about it."

It seems that there is nothing to ask, and I still have a headache after asking too much. Could it be that the head has been severely injured?
Su Yizhao thought for a while, but couldn't understand the intention of the person behind it for a while, so it's better to leave first, and then go to inquire about the news.

Suddenly thinking of the attendant, Su Yizhao quickly asked: "One of my followers was robbed. Before I came in, did you see any strangers coming? Or did you hear any noise?"

But the man kept pulling his hair, didn't notice Su Yizhao's words at all, and looked very painful.

Su Yizhao remembered that there was a pill for dizziness in his own space. Although it might not work, let's treat it like a dead horse!

"I have a pill for headache here. If you believe me, take it and try it."

Su Yizhao took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it directly to the man.

The man snatched the porcelain bottle from Su Yizhao's hand, uncorked the bottle, and poured it into his mouth.

"Huh? You eat too much, you can't eat so much."

Su Yizhao hurriedly stopped him, but the other party turned a deaf ear to it. After eating, he threw the medicine bottle on the ground.

Sighing, Su Yizhao watched the other party chew and swallow, then stopped.

It seems that the waiter is not here anymore, so it would be useless for her to stay here now, so Su Yizhao planned to leave.

The man kept his head down, as if he knew that Su Yizhao was leaving, he immediately asked, "What's your name?"

Su Yizhao turned to look at him, and found that he had calmed down again, feeling that the convulsions come and go quickly.

"Su Yizhao!"

"Su Yizhao!" the man murmured and read it twice.

"Your surname is Su?" The man suddenly became agitated.

"Yes!" Su Yizhao pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Did you remember something? Do you know the Su family?"

"Surname Su? So familiar!" The man got up and spun around in circles, "The surname Su is so familiar, so familiar."

After a while, "What's your father's name?" He suddenly turned his head and stared at Su Yizhao.

"Su Wenqing!" Su Yizhao and the man looked at each other, and when she just said the name, the man's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Su Wenqing?" The man became emotional, "Su Wenqing? Su Wenqing is also very familiar, I know Su Wenqing."

"But I can't remember who Su Wenqing is, and I can't remember his face." The man paced eagerly.

Su Yizhao sized up the man, who was wearing a black cross-collared robe, showing a little of his chest.

The weather has been cold recently, but the other party is wearing thin clothes.

Seeing the bulging veins on the back of the man's hand, Su Yizhao thought that the man might be a trainee.

"I want to see Su Wenqing, you are his son, you let him come to see me."

The man was very excited, he must have thought of something, he kept rushing towards Su Yizhao, but the iron chain restricted his range of motion.

"Then who are you? Why did he come to see you?" Su Yizhao's heart skipped a beat, he must have thought of something.

The man clenched his fists, and Su Yizhao saw that the other party's emotions were obviously a little more indignant than before.

"If you ask him to come, just talk about meeting an old friend, an old friend who has long since died."

I don't know if the pill just now worked, or if this man's intermittent insanity has recovered, this reveals a lot of news!
"Then what's your name?"

"Sheng Lanqing!"

The man made a low growl, and judging by the way he gritted his teeth, it seemed that he had great hatred for Su Wenqing.

Su Yizhao was shocked, Sheng Lanqing?
Isn't this the husband of Princess Changping, the eldest son of Duke Zhen's mansion?
It is said that he was buried in a sea of ​​fire, but why is he imprisoned in Fayuan Temple now?

Su Yizhao didn't know what to say, she was very complicated now.

The identity of the original owner is unknown, if her guess is correct, then the person in front of her is the original owner's biological father?
"I remembered, he was the one who came to see me before, right? He didn't dare to face me, so he came to me with his face covered. Hahaha! I look like a ghost now, It is thanks to him!"

Su Yizhao looked at the crazy man in front of him, with mixed emotions in his heart.

"He dare not come to see me, I know he dare not, despicable villain."

Sheng Lanqing was so angry that he swung the iron chain, and the rattling sound brought Su Yizhao back to his senses.

There was too much information today, and she couldn't digest it for a while.

"Who is the person who locked you here? Could it be my father?" Su Yizhao asked impatiently.

"Hmph! Who else? Isn't it the old bald donkey who helped the evildoers? He is full of benevolence and morality, but he is actually a jackal in human skin."

Sheng Lanqing seemed to wake up instantly, with a lot of memories in his mind.

"Who is it?" Su Yizhao had to interrupt the other party, he couldn't stay here for long.

"Who else? Of course the abbot of the temple, Zhu Hui!" Sheng Lanqing snorted coldly.

"Then why did he imprison you here? Besides, you should have been buried in the sea of ​​flames when your Zhen Guo Gongfu conspired against you back then. Then how did you escape?"

"Conspiracy?" Sheng Lanqing was taken aback for a moment, he turned his head and thought for a while, as if he was recalling what happened back then.

He sneered and was about to speak when he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was Su Wenqing's son.

He suddenly wanted to kill, and with a raised palm, he was about to slap forward.

But with a glance, he saw the porcelain bottle that fell on the ground.

"You are Su Wenqing's son, so it's impossible for me to tell you so much. Tell your father to come to see me and say I'm awake."

Sheng Lanqing withdrew her palm, turned around and sat down beside the bed.

Su Yizhao was speechless, a person who has been crazy for so many years, is he sober when he says he is sober?Why is it so unreal?
She didn't say any more, she thought about it before she left, and then threw the dagger in her hand on his bed.

"With self-defense, I just don't know if the iron chain can be cut off."

Su Yizhao thought for a while, then took out another 100 taels silver note and put it on the stone table, along with a bottle of pills for treating dizziness.

Sheng Lanqing was a little surprised. He looked at Su Yizhao and suddenly thought of something.

"How old are you this year?" His voice was soft, as if he had changed his attitude towards Su Yizhao.

"fifteen!"

"Fifteen?" Sheng Lanqing fell into memory, "She should be fifteen this year, and Yu'er, where is Yu'er? I don't know where she is now."

Su Yizhao was silent for a long time, turned around and left without saying much.