He also knew that Yang Shouwen was standing up for Li Guer. With this, his sense of Yang Shouwen became better.

"Since it's recommended by Yizi, there must be great talent."

Needless to say, these two names have been firmly imprinted in Li Xian's mind, even more profound than Xue Chuyu's impression.

A dark cloud floated from the horizon, covering the bright moon.

In the second half of the night, a wind suddenly blew.

The Zongzheng Temple Prison is located outside the Jiayu Gate of the Imperial City, and its structure is quite similar to that of the Dongcheng Prison.

A small stream flowed through and poured into the Ningbi Pond in the Imperial City. After nightfall, the Zongzheng Temple prison was deserted and there were no people.

"Marl, put some force."

"Alang, I've tried very hard..."

"Okay, hold me up and don't move."

As Yang Shouwen spoke, he stepped on Yang Moli's head and suddenly jumped up, and his hands were placed on the wall.

This is a courtyard with towering walls and a cell that is also the prison where they are held.

Yang Shiliu was looking for the wind at the door, while Wukong and the others were lying on the porch, looking curiously at Yang Shouwen who was stepping on Yang Moli's head and climbing over the wall. He seemed to be unable to understand what the owner was doing.

After Yang Shouwen grabbed the yard wall, he used both arms to force him, and then turned over and straddled the wall.

"Yang Moli, you guys are here, wait for me to come back... Remember, don't cause trouble."

"knew!"

After Yang Shouwen finished speaking, he jumped off the courtyard wall.

He squatted under the wall, swept across the empty cell, then recognized the direction, and ran away...

The guards of the Zongzheng Temple prison are not tight. To be honest, the people who are detained here are very different, and they are more of a symbolic punishment. For example, this courtyard wall was very low before. However, after giving birth to Yang Shouwen and escaped from prison last year, Zongzheng Temple immediately raised the courtyard wall. To put it bluntly, it means that the matter on the scene looks more solid.

In the dark imperial city, not far from Yang Shouwen and his cell, there is a courtyard with lights on it.

Yang Shouwen came outside the courtyard, took out a flying claw and threw it out, and steadily placed it on the wall. Then, he pulled it hard twice, and after he was sure to hold it tightly, he grabbed the rope of the flying claw, and then climbed onto the wall a few times.

"Little bell, come here quickly."

There are two rooms in the courtyard, one large and one small.

From the big house, a voice came that made Yang Shouwen feel very familiar, "Come here quickly and help me see what to do."

A palace maid came out of the small house next to her.

She trotted all the way to the door of the big house and pushed open the door.

"Princess, your stitches are wrong here, so that should be the case."

When Yang Shouwen saw the little palace maid, he couldn't help laughing.

He looked at both sides a few more times, and after confirming that there was no danger, he jumped down from the wall. He came to the door of the big house with a slight hand and heard the voice of the little palace maid.

"Princess, why are you doing this? Since you are so rushing, just let me do it, why bother yourself?"

"What do you know? If you ask you to do it, how can I give it to Brother Yizi?

Calculate the day, Brother Yizi is coming back. I still want to give him this robe after he comes back... Little bell, please slow down... Oh, I'm so stupid that I can't even sew the clothes well. Can Brother Yizi like it?"

Yang Shouwen stood at the door and saw Li Guer sitting at the table, clumsyly making clothes with needles and thread.

Xiao Lingdang stood aside and patiently pointed at Li Guer.

After a while, Li Guer suddenly threw her clothes on the table, revealing a depressed look: "My needlework is so bad, Brother Yizi will definitely not like it."

"I like it, I like it tight."

Just as Li Guer was mourning and complaining, a soft voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Xiao Lingling first reacted, quickly picked up a short knife from the table, turned around and shouted sternly: "Who is so big..."

She saw Yang Shouwen standing outside the door clearly, suddenly grew up her mouth and rubbed her eyes hard.

The same is true for Li Guer. She was frightened and looked up to watch.

But when she saw clearly Yang Shouwen, who was standing at the door, wearing black clothes, and wearing a black scarf on his head, couldn't help but grow his mouth wide and pointed at Yang Shouwen, and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Guoer even knows Nu Hong, it's so amazing."

Yang Shouwen stepped into the house, walked around the little bell, came to the table, picked up the somewhat inappropriate clothes and draped them over him.

"Well, it's not big or small, just right."

"ah……"
Chapter completed!