Song Zhi didn't blame him, but made Lao Qiao even more guilty.
Lao Qiao grabbed Song Zhi's hand and said, "Song Zhi, I know you're a good person, so I don't blame me, but I'm really sorry that you've been in prison for so long."
"Don't say that..."
"Well, after I go out, I will definitely invite you to drink sweet wine every day."
Uh!
Song Zhi has always disliked sweet food.
If you eat too much, you will feel tired and want more.
Therefore, he really can't accept this kindness, because Lao Qiao really does what he says, and he will definitely deliver bowls of sweet wine soup to him every day.
Song Zhi hurriedly said, "No need, no need."
"Use it."
The two pushed it away, and the jailer was speechless. When they came up, they pulled the two away and said, "Enough is enough, why don't you think this is a teahouse? They are still chatting. This is a prison cell, where prisoners are held."
remind them.
Old Joe quickly shrank to the side.
Song Zhi also took a few steps to the side.
The jailer patted Song Zhi, "Okay, hurry up, don't stay here."
"Thank you, big brother Guancha."
"You'd better thank God, God won't let you die, it's your life."
"But Song doesn't believe this."
"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense so much, get out quickly."
The jailer pushed him out.
Then he locked Old Joe inside.
Old Joe sighed and agreed.
The jailer said to him, "You can stay in here honestly. Your Excellency has ordered you to lock you up here for seven days, and then you can leave after another 30 blocks."
Old Qiao asked pitifully, "Then... can we not fight?"
"Can."
"real?"
"If you don't want to be beaten, then go to the guillotine." The jailer shook his head mercilessly.
Old Qiao's liver trembled, and he immediately walked to the innermost part of the cell, saying, "Forget it, I'd rather be beaten."
After speaking, he sat down on the straw, not at all as particular as Zhang Xiaobai.
So, the jailer urged Song Zhi, who had come out of the cell, "Let's go, Mr. Song, this place, it's better to come in less in the future."
"Brother, can you give me a little more time?" Song Zhi whispered.
"what are you up to?"
"I want to say a few words to Mr. Zhang."
The jailer glanced at Zhang Xiaobai, who was holding on to the stake and staring at Song Zhi. After thinking about it, he agreed and said, "Then hurry up."
"Thank you, Guanchai, brother." Song Zhi walked up to Zhang Xiaobai and said to him, "Young Master Zhang, I'll go out first, remember to eat well while you're in prison, you didn't eat any lunch or afternoon meal today, so don't be hungry. Now, the body is the most important, and the humidity in the prison is very heavy, and it is easy to get cold. By the way, you must also remember
Drink more water, this is good for your throat, after all, you are singing, if there is a problem with your throat, it will be a big problem. "
He explained one by one.
Zhang Xiaobai listened, but still looked at him with a grumbling expression.
Song Zhi continued, "Young Master Zhang, don't worry, if you didn't kill people, you would be fine."
"go away."
"Master Zhang..."
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, so many things wouldn't have happened, and I wouldn't have been locked in. You are really a nuisance." Zhang Xiaobai was so angry that he wanted to break through the stake in front of him and put Song Zhi down. Get a good fight.
Song Zhi was also very guilty and lowered his eyes, "I'm really sorry. After I go out, I will definitely find a way to save you."
Yo!
Zhang Xiaobai's eyes lit up immediately and said, "This is what you said, you must find a way."
"I, Song Zhi, mean what I say, and I will never lie to you." So, Zhang Xiaobai held his sleeve tightly as if he saw his relatives, and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to save me. Although I I hate you, but we have been inmates for a day anyway, we have the good and the bad. After you go out, you must give me a hand. I don’t want to die yet.
I don't want to stay in this prison, my body is going to stink. "
"Okay." Song Zhi responded with certainty. In fact, Song Zhi knew very well that although Zhang Xiaobai was the biggest suspect now, after getting along with him for the day, he felt that Zhang Xiaobai was a very interesting person, and he was also a knife-mouthed and tofu-hearted person. Go straight, no heart at all
Machines, whether they do things or talk, they all have a sense of stupidity!
Such a person cannot kill at all!
Not to mention that he is still a person who loves cleanliness very much. Whenever there is a bit of dirt on his hands, he will cry out for a long time. It is impossible for him to endure this kind of cleanliness to kill people and pull out the flesh of the corpse. possible.
Therefore, Song Zhi believed him.
I believe he did not kill!
After Song Zhi left the cell, Zhang Xiaobai looked at him very reluctantly.
After being locked up together for a day, there was some affection.
Sitting across from him, Lao Qiao glanced at Zhang Xiaobai, who was reluctant to part, and asked, "Master Zhang, could it be that you really killed the prince?"
When Zhang Xiaobai heard this, he immediately became angry, "If I, Zhang Xiaobai, really kill people, the first person to kill will be you old guy."
"Why are you so angry?"
"Be mindful of your own business, just wait to be beaten."
"I was beaten when I was beaten, and I recognized it. After all, I killed Song Zhi."
"Humph!" Zhang Xiaobai ignored him.
Sit back to your original place.
He's really not used to having a new cellmate.
And that Lao Qiao didn't look pleasing to the eyes of Song Zhi.
Zhang Xiaobai really misses today.
I also miss Song Zhi a little bit.
Thinking of this, he looked up at the window above his head and muttered, "Brother Song, Brother Song, you must come to save me! Even if my life is handed over to you."
He patted his thigh.
He pinned all his hopes on Song Zhi.
…
When Song Zhi came out of the prison, it was already dark.
He stood outside the prison for a long time...
Looking at the road in front of me, I felt very confused.
Don't know what to do
How to save Zhang Xiaobai
How to exonerate him
The jailer guarding the prison saw him standing there for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Song, are you reluctant to leave?"
Immediately he came to his senses and said, "No, I'm thinking about something."
"You're all right, don't hurry up."
"Go? Where are you going?"
"You can go wherever you want. What's up with me? In short, don't block the door."
"Oh!" he responded, and left.
The two jailers at the door were dumbfounded!
One scratched his head and said to the other, "Do you think that Young Master Song is ill?"
"What disease?"
"I don't know, anyway, I think he's sick." The two of them looked at Song Zhiyuan's back and wiped away their sweat!