On the Mid-Autumn Night, the vast Imperial Guards escorted Chen Lang forward. In fact, for escort, Chen Lang was treated very well on the surface, and rode a tall horse and walked side by side with Linghu Suting at the forefront.

Chen Lang's words were relatively relaxed in the letter written to Emperor Liang, mainly indicating that he was framed by the assassin and was preparing to prove his innocence. At the same time, Chen Lang also mentioned Yin Baichuan and Zhong Ping. Although he had mentioned it in one sentence, Emperor Liang must understand it. The reason why Chen Lang did this was to avoid various tortures and to keep the secret of the prince's identity.

"Catch him, grab him!"

There were screams from the alley not far away. This night was very different from usual. The officers and soldiers searched for suspicious people from house to house. Some guys with ulterior motives were frightened to escape when they saw this.

The horse under his crotch was stepping on the moonlight, and the gentle breeze blew towards him from a distance. This scene should have made people feel comfortable, but unfortunately, Chen Lang was thinking about the heavenly prison.

Scared?

Chen Lang had seen the cell in Nancheng Yamen. It was dull and there was a strange smell in the air, as if bloody, rotten, sweaty, urine, etc. were mixed in a mess, disgusting and terrifying.

To be honest, Chen Lang discovered that the old beggar Xiang Qinglan was actually locked up in such a place, and the latter's attitude in Chen Lang's heart plummeted.

However, this did not affect Chen Lang's treatment of Xiang Qinglan with courtesy, nor did it affect Xiang Qinglan's cracking of the Dragon Trap.

Humph ~

The Dragon Trap has been lifted, and the assassin's slander before his death will definitely not hurt me! Chen Lang secretly clenched his fists and tried hard to encourage himself.

But no matter how tight the two fists were clenched, Chen Lang was still panicked. He could probably guess that Xu Guotian Prison must be different from ordinary prison cells, but who can guarantee that the environment of Tianzhu must be better than ordinary prison cells?

Maybe, in order to deter prisoners, the heavenly prison is more terrifying than ordinary cells in all aspects, especially those equipment used for torture and confession, which is even more diverse and daunting.

Fortunately, Chen Lang has a special identity, so Xu Guo should not dare to torture Chen Lang unless he has some evidence to prove that Chen Lang is related to the Zhaixing Tower fire and the assassination incident.

Otherwise, just one word from an assassin would never be able to rebel against the Prince of Liang.

Just thinking about this, I don’t know how long it took, Chen Lang and the Imperial Guard arrived at Xu Guotianzhu. The heavenly guard was built in a secluded place. From a distance, it looked gloomy and felt even more heavy.

Tianlao built a towering wall, and the blue bricks shone with a cold light in the night. There was a mottled iron door on the wall. The deputy general turned over and got off the horse and knocked on the door knocker.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The heavy sound hit the night, and soon an old man holding a lantern opened the iron door.

Chen Lang breathed rapidly, and the biting air conditioning suddenly came from all directions. He had a glory in his mind, and he didn't know how he had crossed the threshold of the cell and how he could reach his own cage.

"Clang!"

The prison guard opened the iron chain of the cage, and didn't know who pushed Chen Lang behind him. He exclaimed and his body staggered forward. He stepped on the messy straw on the bottom of his feet, unable to control his steps, and fell down dejectedly.

The fall was not very painful, but it was really embarrassing. Moreover, Chen Lang's nose was approaching the cage ground and smelled the smell of stinking immediately. He hurriedly held his breath and then stood up.

Although he was in Xu Guotian Prison, Chen Lang had to maintain the dignity of Prince Liang. He turned his head and looked at it. The cage was about ten square meters, and there was no second prisoner except Chen Lang. The cage was covered with straw on the floor, and there was a square hole in the wall near it for lighting.

It seems that the overall layout of the Tianzhuo is similar to that of the Nancheng Yamen cell, but it is relatively clean here, and the air is also mixed with various odors, but it is not that pungent.

The so-called Xu Guotian Prison is just this level. Chen Lang gently bit his lip and tried hard to control his emotions.

Linghu Suting and the prison head made strict explanations, and after that, he turned around and left with everyone. They disappeared with the lanterns, and there was only endless darkness in front of Chen Lang.

"Yeah ~"

There was a woman's sob sound from somewhere, as if a complaint from hell. Chen Lang was sweating coldly on his back. He remembered the horror movie he had watched before, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

As he groped, Chen Lang came to the corner and sat down slowly. He held his knees with his hands and his neck was resting on the wall.

1,2,3,4,5…

Chen Lang silently began to count sheep in his heart. He did not want to sleep, but wanted to calm himself down in this way.

Yu Mufei is right. Chen Lang didn't need to enter this heavenly prison, but since things have developed to this point, he no longer has to worry about the right or wrong choice.

More importantly, how should we deal with it next.

Alas ~

In the darkness, Chen Lang sighed deeply.

I believe that at this moment, the officers and soldiers of Huaining City were still busy. They were responsible for finding out the assassin's accomplices even if they dig three feet into the ground.

However, the technical means in this world are very limited, and digging three feet into the ground is useless. It is better to rely on themselves than to rely on them to solve the case.

Chen Lang said that he wanted to prove his innocence in the Heaven Prison. Now that he is in the Heaven Prison, how should he clear his innocence? You can't put on a gold finger and judge by the front and back of the copper plate.

calm!

Chen Lang bit his lip hard, buried his head in his knees, closing his eyes to trace back the whole story.

...

The morning glow is slightly dewed, and the sky gradually becomes brighter.

Many cities and villages became vibrant at this time, but Xu Guotianzhuo was different. It was still dead here, and even the sound of the woman crying last night was gone.

The prison is very quiet, maybe because there are few prisoners, maybe because the prisoners here are already completely disappointed.

Chen Lang found that he was locked in the last cage deep in the sky prison. There was a cold wall on the right, and the cage of almost the same style on the left was empty. The one on the left was still the same.

Last night, Chen Lang carefully looked back on the incident and circled a few doubts in his mind. If he could solve all these doubts, the truth would be revealed. The rumors surrounding Chen Lang would be self-defeating.

"Eat something!"

At this time, a fat jailer came, holding the dish respectfully. He thought he should know Chen Lang's identity, so he seemed so polite.

There were barley porridge and eggs for breakfast. Chen Lang ate it in a few seconds. He was about to sleep against the wall, but suddenly the fat jailer walked back quickly, and behind the jailer, a middle-aged man with bright eyes was followed.

who?

Chen Lang suddenly became nervous.
Chapter completed!