Luo Qingxin said that there was a sedan chair to carry Zuo Yujie, but there was a lot of it. Zuo Yujie, who was anxious, was anxious to go home to see his son.

Luo Qingxin said leisurely: "You are full of resentment, but you are thinking that this time you must find a master to come to subdue me? Let me extricate your anger?"

Zuo Yujie dared not express the truest thought in his heart, and whispered: "I... dare not!"

Luo Qingxin smiled and said, "Since I don't dare, I'm so bored here. Why don't I go with you? Maybe I can still remember the details of my dreams and help you find your son?"

Zuo Yujie: "..."

Can he say no?

But looking at the unidentified smile on the corner of the girl's lips, he swallowed with difficulty and said, "As long as Lord Fang doesn't object, I...I don't object..."

"Fang Zheng": "..."

He wanted to kick Zuo Yujie to death, but at this time he pushed the blame on him. He hummed and said, "Please, girl!"

So, Zuo Yujie dared not speak out, but climbed into the sedan chair with pain, hurry and soreness, and asked someone to carry it to his house quickly. However, Luo Qingxin and Mu Bei were leisurely following each other.

When they arrived at the gate of the inner prison, the on-duty directly treated them as Zuo Yujie's followers. They only glanced at Zuo Yujie's waist card and let them go.

When I arrived at the gate of the foreign prison, I still checked my waist sign.

Zuo Yujie was in the sedan chair, his lips moved again and again, but when he thought of the young man's compassionate eyes and the maliceful smile, he just started a cold war, how could he dare to make any small thoughts?

His wound was sprinkled with good Jinchuang medicine, and the pain was no longer so obvious. For those who were good at using torture, they were also the best at stopping bleeding and treating injuries. However, the wound in his heart was so painful that he had blood. It was less than half a month since he married the eleventh concubine, but he could no longer enjoy the blessing.

After throwing away the chaotic and heartbreaking thoughts, he finally arrived at his residence. Zuo Yujie had a special status in the prison guard, but in the capital of Nanling, it was really not worth mentioning, but there was still a spacious house.

As soon as he arrived in front of the door, he saw the house in chaos. Zuo Yujie's heart skipped a beat and he hurried forward.

Seeing him come back, his wife immediately cried and yelled, "Master, something is wrong, Heng'er is gone!"

Zuo Heng, his precious son.

Zuo Yujie felt a thunder explode above his head. He suddenly looked at Luo Qingxin, and said in a trembling voice, fearful and angrily: "Is it... you did it?"

Luo Qingxin rolled her eyes and said, "Are you blind? You don't know where I have been?"

Zuo Yujie's heart sank, Yes, Luo Qingxin has not been locked in the prison all the time, where she is heavily guarded and has several locks.

However, he still said with a hint of luck: "But, but you know in advance..."

Luo Qingxin looked at him with a look of contempt and looked at him with an idiot: "Who doesn't sleep but doesn't dream? He cares about heaven and earth, there is no one in this world who cares about people's dreams yet, right?"

Zuo Yujie said in a trembling voice: "Then you dreamed... did you dream that someone caught my son?"

Luo Qing said in his heart: "I saw it!"

"Who is it?" Even though he knew that it was ridiculous to believe someone else's dream, Zuo Yujie didn't know what, but he would rather believe that this girl must know who the person who kidnapped his son was.
Chapter completed!