The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 148 Why Are You Pleading Guilty If You Are Not The Murderer?

Feng Qingcheng smiled slightly, "I don't think all those locked up here are necessarily murderers. Don't the people in the government sometimes make wrong sentences?"

"Girl, there are not many people with great wisdom like you nowadays! I admire you very much, old man!"

When they were talking, an old voice interrupted abruptly, startling Biyue, hugging Feng Qingcheng's arm, with an expression on his face like an enemy, "Who? Miss, who is talking?"

Feng Qingcheng turned her head to the left, pointed to one of the cells, "He's there."

Bi Yue looked in the direction of her finger, and saw an old man with silver hair sitting on the floor of that cell, stroking his beard and looking at them with a smile.

Feng Qingcheng and Feng Qingcheng were both wearing the guard uniforms of the palace, but the old man could tell at a glance that they were daughters from a distance of about ten meters.

Of course, none of the people who can be locked in this cell are ordinary people.

The old man's eyes were piercing, his eyes swept over Biyue, and fell straight on Feng Qingcheng's face, "Girl, what's your name? How about I take you in as an apprentice, old man?"

Feng Qingcheng frowned and looked at him with a smile, "Grandpa, what crime did you commit? How about I help you apply for early release from prison?"

"It's not good." The old man smacked his lips, shook his head and said, "It's so good in the cell, the wind can't blow the rain, and the tea and meals are delivered on time every day. I don't want to go out."

"Grandpa, the cell is full of leftovers, and you don't even have the freedom to go to the latrine. How dare you say yes? People say that the world is as big as your heart is. Your world is just this square inch of land. Who cares? I will be your apprentice after a while? Besides, there are good food, good wine and wonderful world outside, so you should enjoy your old age here with peace of mind."

After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, she ignored him and dragged Biyue to continue walking deeper.

After listening to her words, the old man nodded thoughtfully, and murmured as if to himself, "This little girl has a big heart, she is a good seed, the old man has been in prison for more than a month, it is time to go out to drink A few jars of good wine from Zuixianju."

Feng Qingcheng led Biyue all the way to the door at the end of the prison, only to find Feng Lu who was locked inside.

The people in the government office were worried that she would use witchcraft to harm people again, and all the prisoners were transferred from the cells around her. In addition, heavy iron chains were tied to her wrists and ankles.

Most of Feng Qingcheng's childhood memories are related to Feng Ji, but at this time, looking at the woman locked inside through the prison door, her heart is still very shocked.

She took a few steps forward, opened her mouth, and let out two dry words from her throat, "Auntie..."

Although Feng Ji is also close to forty years old, but her facial features are soft and elegant, and her temperament is quiet and elegant, she can't tell her age at all. If she is said to be in her early twenties, I am afraid that some people will believe it.

She was wearing a long plain dress. How could such a quiet woman be the murderer who killed eight people in such a cruel way?
Hearing Feng Qingcheng's voice, Feng's calm expression froze instantly, "Qingcheng!"

Her eyes were moved, and she stared at Feng Qingcheng for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "You have grown taller, and you have grown up."

Feng Qingcheng didn't come here today to reminisce about the old days with her, to meet her beautiful eyes, and to speak directly, "Auntie, why do you plead guilty if you are not the murderer?"

Feng's expression froze again, then he looked away, "Qingcheng, I don't understand what you're talking about."

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(End of this chapter)