It was very cold in the dungeon, Qing Qiao only wore a thin summer skirt, and couldn't help shivering from the cold.
"Brother Lao—" She poked her head out and softly called the jailer at the door, "Can you help me find a thicker clothes? It's too cold here."
After calling several times, the jailer just regarded her as farting and turned a deaf ear with a deadpan expression.
Knowing that there was no hope, Qing Qiao sighed and sat back on the stone bed.
Looking at the pile of swarthy quilts, with a cruel heart, he finally spread them out and wrapped them around his body. The musty and unpleasant smell was overwhelming, and she suppressed her nausea, covering her nose to minimize her breathing.
After wrapping for a while, I still felt cold, so I curled up into a ball and quietly huddled in a corner.
Suddenly, he felt something moving on his back, arching her body up and down
.
A white light flashed in her mind, and she moved away reflexively, only to see a big black and fat mouse coming out from behind her, and crawling over her instep with squeaky noises.
"Ah—" she screamed and immediately jumped out of bed, and quickly ran to the cell door for help: "Please, please change my cell, there are rats here!"
"What's so special about mice?" The jailer gave her a white look, "You are lucky that no snake came out!"
The blood on Qing Qiao's face faded immediately.
"Go, go, stay inside!" The jailer became impatient, and hit her hand clinging to the iron pillar with the hard hilt of his sword, "You, a death row prisoner, still want special treatment?"
Really hurt, Qing Qiao let go of her hand in a daze, and floated back to the prison in a daze.
I dare not sleep on the bed, but do I want to sleep on this cold floor tonight? Wouldn't there be more snakes, rats, insects and ants
After thinking about it, she gritted her teeth, took off the quilt wrapped around her body, and twisted it into a strand to come to the bed.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
She began to beat the straw mat hard, once, again, with all her strength.
Several mice, some Xiaoqiang, and unknown creatures emerged from the straw one after another.
Just kept beating like this, until she was sure that there was nothing coming out of the straw, she finally stopped, and fell limply on the edge of the bed.
Smelling the musty and stench that filled the room, she couldn't help but think of her own room at home.
The 1.8-meter bed, the soft and thick mattress, and the eiderdown quilt full of sunshine.
When the weather is cold, Dad will lay out electric blankets for her in advance and put on a foot warmer.
If you don't want to get up in the morning, your mother will smile and lift her quilt: "It's bright day, wake up the pig!"
No sore nose.
She also remembered the Chinese class back then, when the teacher talked about the revolutionary heroes in Zhazidong, emphasizing that they would never bow their heads under torture.
.
"Oh, if I was born in the revolutionary era, I must be the first batch to surrender and confess."
At that time, she was really creepy, confessing to her deskmate like this.
But now, they didn't give her a chance to confess at all, and sentenced her to death.
Alas, in this ghost world, even if you want to be a bear.
She sighed, grinning to herself.
After wiping his face, his hands were wet, and a clear spring came out, which was bright and dazzling.
After sleeping in a daze for a while, he suddenly heard a faint noise from the cell door.
"Du Chunjiao, someone is here to see you!"
The cell door opened, and the jailer pushed a petite body in, with an impatient face on his face: "Speak quickly, let go of farts!"
The man almost stumbled, and he turned around and hurriedly nodded his thanks to the jailer. When he turned his head and saw Qing Qiao, he fell to his knees with a plop.
"Miss!" She raised her head with tears all over her face, "Miss, the servant is late!"
Qing Qiao stared at this familiar face, and couldn't help trembling: "...Dong, Dongxi?"
The figure crawling on the ground nodded, as if desperately holding back tears.
"Ahem." Qing Qiao couldn't help reaching out to pull her, "Get up and talk, what are you doing kneeling?"
Before the words finished, Dong Xi had rushed forward, hugged her and said in a distressed tone, "Miss, how could they treat you like this? You are the daughter of Shang Shufu!"
Qing Qiao waved her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Don't mention this, tell me first, how did you get in?"
Dong Xi grabbed her hand, choked with difficulty, and said, "Yes, it was Mr. Qi who sent the servants to come and see you." As she spoke, she began to burst into tears again: "Miss, what did you do wrong? They Why were you arrested?"
"This... I don't know either." Qing Qiao shook her head and smiled wryly, "The superior said I was wrong, then I was wrong
. "
"Miss, don't worry! This servant immediately informed the master to rescue you!" Dong Xi became anxious, with a flustered expression, "Master is so capable, and the official is so big, there must be a way..."
With a flash of light in her eyes, Qing Qiao held her hand tightly: "You mean, my father doesn't know that I'm locked up here?"
Dong Xi bit her lips in embarrassment: "...Mr. Qi said that all news about Miss is blocked from the outside world. ()"
Her heart sank suddenly, and she understood that this time Duan Yu had absolutely no intention of giving her a way out!
She closed her eyes and pondered for a long time, then she turned her head and said seriously: "Dongxi, listen to what the lady said—you go back and tell the master, it's great if you can save me, but if you can't..." She paused, smiled gently, "I don't blame him at all. If something happens to me in the future, you must take good care of the master and persuade him to return to the countryside as soon as possible. Don't stay in this officialdom."
In the future, even if Duan Yu gets rid of her as he wished, there is no guarantee that he will not become suspicious of Gu Shangshu, so it is better to persuade his father to live in seclusion as soon as possible.
Dongxi wiped away tears beside him, already choked with sobs.
"Don't cry, don't cry." She cheered up and comforted her, "I'll be fine, auspicious people have their own destiny, your lady... I'm a goddess."
Dongxi raised her head in suspense, her eyes misty with tears.
She smiled slightly - well, I am indeed a goddess, a daughter of a psychopath.
"Have you forgotten the prophecies of those charlatans back then? Miss, my life is very hard!" she reminded Dongxi.
"... Really, really a goddess?" Dongxi cried out of breath and asked while sobbing.
"Yes, an absolute goddess!" Qing Qiao resolutely said, "She was taught by the Holy Mother!"
So Dongxi felt more at ease, and her crying became much quieter.
He told Dongxi some more things, told her to be careful, and finally sent her away.
Qing Qiao slumped against the wall and sighed deeply.
Death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for the eve of death
.
In any case, it seems that my fate with this world is coming to an end, and it is a pity that I haven't found Di Ling yet. I don't know if I die this time, will I wear it again after death
She touched the silver bracelet on her hand, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I will cause you to be turned into ashes."
But seeing the white light of the silver bracelet flashing, she was surprised when she heard the cell door creak and was opened again.
It was Mr. Qi who walked in this time.
Seeing the thin cheeks and red and swollen eyes of the girl in front of him, he guessed that the girl must have been crying all night, and felt more and more pity for her.
"Ah Qiao, how are you?" He stretched out his hands towards Qing Qiao, his voice hoarse.
Seeing his loving appearance, Qing Qiao shed tears without knowing why: "...Mr. Qi..."
Mr. Qi picked her up from the ground and gently stroked her hair: "Ah Qiao, you are suffering."
Qing Qiao leaned against his chest, feeling an indescribable warmth, just like her father's embrace: "Mr. Qi, help me! I didn't know that I was an orphan of the Border Shepherds, and I didn't have any fantasies of rebellion... "
Mr. Qi sighed, and said in a sad tone, "Aqiao, since you have no heart against the sky, why did you go to great lengths to collect those four spirits?"
"I didn't..." Qing Qiao raised her head and was about to explain, but unexpectedly saw the burning light in Mr. Qi's eyes.
who is he? Since Wan Shi Tong is famous all over the world, I am afraid he knows no less than Duan Yu.
"Mr. Qi, in fact, I..." She pondered for a moment, thinking that it would be better to tell the whole story, whether he believes it or not, at least delay it for a while, maybe there will be a chance of survival in the future, "Actually, I am wearing..."
She gritted her teeth and raised her face again, but her face turned pale in an instant.
——At the door of the prison, a gorgeous figure in purple robes was quietly staring at them with a specious smile.
"What to wear?" Mr. Qi was immersed in the sentimental atmosphere without noticing it, and only anxiously asked the next sentence.
"Wear... wear... wear..." Qing Qiao was dumbfounded, and her mind began to spin rapidly.
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"Through your black hair my hand?"
"what?"
"Pangolins like to eat ants?"
"Ok?"
"Andrographis paniculata is a good medicine for clearing away heat and detoxifying?"
"Oh?"
"Aqiao, what exactly are you trying to say?" Mr. Qi pressed his forehead, and three veins burst out on his forehead.
"Aha, aha, ahaha!" Bathed in the distant eyes of "kill and die", Qing Qiao only felt goosebumps popping up one after another, "Wear...wear..."
"—The draft is so cold! Isn't it?" Her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Mr. Qi, please help me transfer a cell, I will freeze to death!"
Mr. Qi stared at her in a daze for a while, then as if he suddenly understood, he patted her on the shoulder and smiled: "Okay, okay, I'll ask someone to change you to a room with less wind."
Qing Qiao's face collapsed immediately: "Can you change to a room without wind?"
Mr. Qi couldn't help laughing out loud, but someone behind him said lazily: "No wind, no waves—I said, Mr. Qi, how can you arrange the prisoners in this king's prison privately?"
A touch of ridicule, with a hint of imperceptible irony.
With a wry smile, Mr. Qi shook his head at Qing Qiao, signaling her not to be nervous.
"My lord!" He turned his head and said loudly, "I just came to visit the daughter of an old man, there is no other intention!"
"... Nothing is the best." Duan Yu leaned against the door frame, and said slowly, "Mr. Qi, please remember that this prison is for felons from the imperial court. Uncle Guo, don't be confused for a while and do something meaningful* The first thing is good!"
There was a glimmer of light in Mr. Qi's eyes, and he lowered his eyelids and said nonchalantly: "My lord, Qi naturally has his own sense of propriety."
But Duan Yu didn't appreciate it, he just stood by the door and watched them all the time, taking the time to say: "It's getting late, I think Uncle Guo should go back to the mansion, lest His Royal Highness make any mistakes
! "
"You..." Mr. Qi held back his expression, looked back at the thinly dressed girl in front of him, took off his shawl and wrapped it around her tightly, "Aqiao, you have to hold on, I will come to see you again."
Qing Qiao clenched the shawl tightly with five fingers, feeling sour in her nose, she nodded slightly.
As soon as Mr. Qi left, Duan Yu immediately walked in front of her, clasped his index finger slightly, and gently raised her chin.
"—Don't think that Mr. Qi will save you."
A handsome face was flickering in the candlelight, and the depth could not be seen, even if it was beautiful for ten miles, it could not match half of his brilliance.
"So what about the plum blossom seal? What about the destined person? As long as I'm here, no one can overthrow the Duan family's world!"
His eyes were suddenly covered with red and viciousness, as bright red as if he had been addicted to blood.
What a beautiful elephant, just like the reincarnation of Shura.
"...My lord, if I tell you that I did not gather the four spirits to defy the heavens and restore the country, but to fulfill a wish, would you believe me?"
Qing Qiao stared at him quietly, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, like a misty veil.
"Wish?" Duan Yu let go of her, raised his head and laughed, as if hearing the most absurd joke in the world, "What wish is worth your effort to collect the four spirits? Money and wealth? Fame and status? Little Qiao, don't tell me you collect them Just for viewing!"
He stopped laughing and stared at her fiercely, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
With a twitch in her heart, Qing Qiao leaned against the wall weakly and slowly.
She laughed at her innocence in her heart - even if she confessed to this person, what would happen? He may not let me go, because he has no heart, he is a devil, and he only has this world in his mind.
too simple, sometimes naive.
She closed her eyes and murmured: "... yes, I lied to you, I have no wish, nothing..."