The peasant girl who escaped the desert: she cried when she found the cruel prince

Chapter 584 The child is gone
Jingli's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt frightened and chilled all over her body: "What happened?"

The captain of the Wolf Guard whispered to Jing Li, who then changed his face and hurriedly shouted to Huang Siniang and others: "No one is allowed to leave the embroidery workshop today!"

The mother and son trembled slightly when they saw this situation, but they still pretended to be tough and said: "Why don't you let people go?"

Luo Tongpan, who arrived at the scene, heard Jing Li's instructions and immediately ordered people to close the door of the embroidery workshop and surrounded him tightly. Not even a fly could fly before the princess spoke. go out.

After Jingli mounted his horse, he asked the captain of the Wolf Guard: "Tell me in detail, what is going on?"

The captain of the Wolf Guard, who had always been calm, now looked very ugly: "I arranged for the Wolf Guard to be by the old lady's side before, and my subordinates arranged for plainclothes woodcutters, farmers and the like outside the temple."

"But today, the woodcutter came to report that the temple was too quiet, and he asked someone to go in to investigate. Only then did he find that the old lady and the prince, the young princess, were missing!"

Jingli was so distressed that she almost grabbed it. After all the chaos, her mind became clearer and clearer. She was well prepared for this.

First there was the news from the North, and then there was the accident in the embroidery workshop. This series of events all tried to stop her. It seemed that someone had sneaked into the city.

Jing Ye, who was stationed at the top of the city, saw his sister leaving the city from a distance and hurriedly came down to the city. However, he heard his sister say something from a distance: "The city gates have been sealed for the past few days and no entry or exit is allowed. Let's talk about it after I return to the city!"

When Jing Ye heard this, he saw his sister roaring away with a group of wolf guards. He knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly ordered someone to close the city gate.

At this time in Jing'an Temple, the abbot in charge was so anxious that his forehead was covered with sweat.

A young novice monk came in in a panic and said: "Abbott, we are actually surrounded by the royal guards outside!"

"Shut up!" The abbot didn't care to think about things outside at this moment. If he didn't give an explanation for this matter today, there would be hundreds of monks and pilgrims in the temple. No one could escape.

"Ji Shi, have you found any results?" the presiding abbot asked a thirty-year-old monk.

Ji Shi replied: "To tell you what the host said, my disciple and a group of fellow disciples turned over the house where the old lady and several wet nurses lived, but nothing was found!"

The presiding abbot let out a long sigh: "Could it be that God is going to destroy the centuries-old incense of Jing'an Temple?"

Dynasties have changed in the outside world, but Jing'an Temple is far away in the mountains and has escaped wars time and time again. It has been passed down peacefully for more than 300 years, which is longer than the Guozuo of the Dafeng Dynasty.

But in broad daylight, the dignified prince, the princess, and the princess's biological mother disappeared from the side room. This thing is simply weird.

Everyone knows that Prince Changling is a murderer, and Princess Changling is no less generous. Although she is very kind to the people under her rule, this involves the noble prince and princess.

The abbot recited the Buddha's name silently in his heart, feeling that it would be difficult to avoid the disaster at Jing'an Temple.

The Blood Wolf Guard Baihu Fenghe who was on duty outside said: "Old Bald Donkey, you should tell me, what kind of villains are hiding in your temple?"

"Before the princess arrives, please tell me. Maybe I can ask the princess to give you a whole body. If you insist on not willing, hum!"

They are the secret guards among the Blood Wolf Guards, and they usually do shameful things. This matter is too serious, and even they will be punished. If this old bald donkey talks harshly, don't blame them. Get some support before you die.

Ji Shi, who was in charge of the search just now, said with a bitter look on his face: "Sir, it's not because we are unwilling to cooperate. It's actually as if the old lady and the young prince disappeared out of thin air. The poor monk and the others really don't know about it!"

Ji Guang, who had a bad temper, roared: "You hawks and dogs have failed to take care of yourself, and now you are all blaming it on us monks. You are really wicked!" Several of Feng He's men suddenly became unwilling: "What the hell are you talking about? Yes? We Blood Wolf Guards have always done things upright, we have never wronged anyone, done anything wrong, or slandered others?"

"That is, there are many old unjust cases that we have worked hard to rectify. You, a bald man, just said that we framed people and damaged our reputation in this way. How can I spare you?"

Ji Guang and others were also annoyed: "We in the temple are outsiders and have never participated in worldly affairs. How could we conspire with others to harm the old lady?"

The two sides became more and more noisy, and they rolled up their sleeves and prepared to fight.

"Shut up, everyone!" Feng He roared angrily, knocking back two groups of people who were about to take action.

As a member of the Blood Wolf Guards, he had beaten him for many years, and his momentum was extraordinary, which instantly shocked the monks and the Blood Wolf Guards in the temple.

"You! Come out!" Feng He pointed at Ji Shidao who had just led people to investigate.

Seeing Feng He's fierce expression, the abbot thought he was going to operate on Ji Shi, and hurriedly wanted to step forward to stop him.

But he heard Feng He ask: "Did you just go and check all the people in the temple?"

Ji Shi bowed and replied: "To my lord, that's right!"

Feng He was a blood wolf guard after all, but he was anxious but his face was calm: "Let me ask you, how many pilgrims were in the temple yesterday? Who are they? Have you made a list?"

"Sir, everyone who enters the mountain every day is registered in the temple. I just visited it again and checked the list one by one. There is no discrepancy!"

As he spoke, he took out a directory from his pocket and handed it to Feng He.

Feng He took the directory and looked through it carefully. After a long time, he frowned and said, "The second young master of the Song family moved in with his wife and concubines. Is this second young master of the Song family the son of Song Dingming?"

Jishi quickly replied: "Exactly!"

"Go! Please bring the Second Young Master Song and others out for me!" Feng He ordered. As the intelligence leader of the Blood Wolf Guard and Suming Tower, he naturally knew about the Second Young Master Song.

His father-in-law Wei Zeling was beheaded by the princess, and his entire family was exiled. His own father, Song Dingming, was also demoted by the princess. It is not impossible that the two young masters harbored resentments and took the opportunity to cause trouble.

After Feng He gave the order, he continued to look back, and unexpectedly saw the old lady of the Zhong family and others. His heart was trembling. Why was there another person who had a grudge against the princess?

Feng He was about to order someone to call the old lady of the Zhong family and the others, but when he glanced at him, he suddenly discovered that there was a group of people written below the old lady of the Zhong family.

And this group of people is inextricably linked to the princess, and it seems that they have a more sufficient motive for committing the crime.

Feng He was a little confused for a moment. It was obvious that this incident was not only premeditated, but also deeply involved. Almost all the enemies of Changling Palace were wiped out and sent to Jing'an Temple.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and Feng He's hand holding the directory became harder and harder.

(End of this chapter)