Are you crazy? Who asked you to hunt for treasures in the emperor's harem?

Midnight,

Cold Palace,

"Youwei, are you saying that Ye Fan was captured by Group 7 again?"

After hearing Su Qingying's words, Su Qingying frowned.

"Yes!"

Yu Youwei nodded, "And the people who arrested him were not the seven groups from the capital, but people who had been carrying out missions at the border for a long time. The leader was called Chen Qing, nicknamed One-Eyed Qing! But Ye Fan didn't know why he didn't resist at that time!"

"The seven groups at the border... Ming Bowen's men!"

Su Qingying narrowed her eyes slightly. "Ming Bowen is so bold that he dared to mobilize the forces from the border to come to the capital without permission... Or maybe it was the intention of that old man Ming Jue... If it's the latter, the trouble will be extremely big..."

"Youwei, continue to inquire about Ye Fan's situation. Tell me immediately if you have any news! If the situation is urgent, let Ye Fan leave directly through the route we arranged before!"

After Su Qingying finished speaking, Yu Youwei was stunned for a moment, and asked in astonishment: "Qingying, are you talking about... the way you arranged for yourself to leave?"

"call!"

Su Qingying took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "Youwei, I stayed in this cold palace for the purpose of gathering intelligence, but I really can't leave here... That method is actually what I said to comfort you... Just do as I say!"

"it is good!"

...........

At noon the next day,

The scorching sun was burning the earth. Pedestrians were either wearing hats or holding umbrellas, but they were still sweating from the heat. However, there was no sunlight at all in the death cell of Group 7. It was gloomy and there were only a few dim black stone lamps. It was also a little cold.

But Ye Fan didn't care at all. He was looking at the Zhenxuan handcuffs that were holding him with great interest.

"It seems that my previous guess was correct!"

"The material of this Xuanzhen cuff is ordinary iron, but it has the power to suppress the Xuanqi in the body of a Xuan cultivator... The power should come from the Xuan pattern on the Xuanzhen cuff..."

"These mysterious patterns are a bit strange. I recognize most of them... but I don't recognize the part that seems to play a key role... I can't understand the meaning of the entire mysterious pattern..."

"But this Zhenxuan cuff is really a powerful thing... It seems that it is impossible to pry it open, and the key to open it is also something engraved with mysterious patterns... If it weren't for my strong physique, I would not have been able to escape so easily when I was in Blackwater Town..."

Ye Fan looked at the Zhenxuan cuffs and talked to himself.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at the wall, where Ye Fan was trying to carve the Xuan patterns on the Xuan Cuffs. He frowned tightly, "Compared with the Xuan patterns I know, carving those Xuan patterns I don't know... requires a lot of energy and spirit, and a lot of Xuan Qi..."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the sound of an iron door interrupted Ye Fan's thoughts. He turned around and saw an old man in a red-purple robe with a fierce expression walked in. It was the deputy commander of Group 7, Wei Xian.

When Wei Xian saw the food wrappers scattered on the floor of the cell, his eyes widened in anger and he looked at his men behind him, "Who gave that kid food and water?"

"Oh, no one gave it to me, I brought it myself!"

As he spoke, Ye Fan took out a piece of mung bean cake from his Naxuan Ring and started eating it.

Seeing this, the veins on Wei Xian's forehead jumped. He turned to look at his men again, "Why didn't you search that guy?"

"Commander, you...you specifically instructed that no one was allowed to touch Ye Fan before you came!"

The member of Group 7 was silent.

"Wei Xian, right? Are you the only one here?"

At this time, Ye Fan, who had just finished eating the mung bean cake, spoke. As he spoke, he turned sideways and glanced behind Wei Xian.

"Boy, don't even think that anyone can come and save you!"

Wei Xian glanced at Ye Fan calmly and said coldly: "Don't even think about Ning Zimo or Qiao Changqing this time. Even if Wen Zheng, Yan Buwen or even the entire Qiao family are involved, they can't save you!"

"Tell the truth and save yourself some pain!"

Wei Xian looked very proud.

Seeing that there was no one else around, Ye Fan was too lazy to talk to Wei Xian. He just lay on the ground and said lazily, "Let the person behind you come. I'm not interested in talking nonsense with a small fry like you. Oh, by the way, you still have a day and a half!"

After saying this, without waiting for Wei Xian to respond, Ye Fan closed his eyes, looking like he was asleep.

"Boy, do you believe me? I'll let you experience all 108 kinds of torture in this death row first!"

Being called a minion made Wei Xian, who had always been in a high position, so angry that veins on his forehead bulged, but Ye Fan ignored him and still closed his eyes.

After being ignored, Wei Xian's mysterious energy surged slightly. He clenched his fists, his eyes widened with anger, and he gasped heavily. Finally, he snorted coldly and closed the big iron gate.

The poor big iron door was thrown hard by Wei Xian, making a huge crashing sound...

...........

at dusk,

In the death row of group seven,

"This Zhenxuan Cuff is not as simple as I thought before..."

Ye Fan looked at the various iron blocks, gold ingots, gold bars and jewels scattered on the ground not far away. It was he who had carved specific Xuan patterns on them, trying to create a key to open the Zhenxuan handcuffs, but all his attempts had failed.

"It seems that although this Zhenxuan cuff looks like an ordinary piece of iron, there must be something else inside!"

Immediately, Ye Fan set his eyes on a section of the iron chain ring in his hand, which was exactly the part of the Zhenxuan Cuffs he got in Blackwater Town.

Ye Fan brought the iron chain ring with special mysterious patterns engraved on it close to the Zhenxuan cuffs on his left wrist. The mysterious patterns on the lock of the Zhenxuan cuffs were immediately sensed and glowed red. Ye Fan twisted the iron chain and the Zhenxuan cuffs on his left wrist were immediately opened...

At this moment, there was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door, and Ye Fan immediately handcuffed the Zhenxuan cuffs back on his wrists.

"Crack! Clang!"

Almost at the same time, the big iron door in the death row was opened.

The first person to walk into the cell was not Wei Xian, but a young man with a large brown birthmark on his face and a rather ugly face. He was the eldest prince Ming Bowen.

"Ye Fan, we meet again!"

Ming Hirofumi was not wearing the attire of a prince, but instead was dressed in black and wore a hat.

"Are you the one who used the death of Chen Weiye and the others to frame me?"

Ye Fan was very straightforward.

Ming Bowen looked at Ye Fan expressionlessly, neither admitting nor denying. He stared at Ye Fan for a while with dead fish eyes, and slowly said: "Ye Fan, you already know where this place is, so I will make it short... You have been investigating the theft of the royal treasury for a while, and you should have gained something! This is also the reason why I have not touched you for so long!"

"Theft of the Royal Treasury?"

Ye Fan frowned slightly, "Harvest? What harvest?"

"For example, you found out that certain people... certain powerful people are related to the theft case... and it is precisely because of those people's high positions and power that the investigation of the theft case has not made any progress in the past hundred years!"

Ming Bowen spoke slowly.

"Someone in a high position? Who?"

Ye Fan looked puzzled, "You... do you want me to frame someone else?"

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