"That salsa class just also said that if I don’t go to dinner, I will definitely be licked by koi fish? How can you know that there is something wrong with your head if you have not experienced it? "
Seeing that she was angry from embarrassment and wanted to break the white jade song first, she added, "Hey, Miss Ann, can you tell me that you are talking nonsense? So many young ladies are listening. If you are always with the princess, if you go out and make people laugh, it will be good if the name of the princess hall is implicated and the princess’s style is questioned and people are unclear?"
A few airy words made Anyitong’s arrogance even worse, because it involved the royal reputation, she was so capable that she stared at Bai Yuge and was flustered that "you, you" were a few times, but there was no argument.
White jade song pinkie evokes a wisp of black hair, casually loops, relaxes the body and leans half against the bedpost, and the line of sight lightly passes over Anyitong, calling "Zhui Er".
The latter will always react and reply, "Handmaiden, this will send water in", so he got up and went out.
"Bai Yuge, how dare you expect something in front of the princess!"
An Yitong is helping himself to speak, which makes people turn against Jun Yuan Xiang Shu. I didn’t expect her to be so sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued when she heard this anger.
Can Zhenrong Wangfu and Empress protect her for a generation?
Yuan Xiangshu stepped forward and sneered, "Don’t be arrogant, Bai Yuge. This time it’s not like breaking off an engagement before. The crime of resisting purport is no longer that you can fool the past in a few words!"
Even Jin, next to Yuan Xiang Shu’s anger, urged, "Princess, you’d better stop talking. Let Taidian know later and you will be blamed."
"Alas," I heard Lian Jinyin’s white jade song sigh for the first time.
She had been too confident before, and sighing at this moment aroused people’s curiosity. A woman pretended to be worried and shouted "Sister Jade Song" and asked her because of her distress.
White jade song automatically ignored the ridicule in that sentence, got up and walked to Lian Jin’s front, shook his head and said with a pair of earnest words, "Miss Lian is really difficult for you. Look at you. You are a great temple. Alas, I know that your admiration is too relieved. If this will allow the emperor to break off my marriage, I will definitely show my heart for you in front of the queen’s aunt and suggest that you be a toffee."
Chapter one hundred and seventy-nine Speculation
Rao ancient city in early winter
The sky is bright, the orange morning sun rises from Ran Ran, a distant mountain in the east, and the colorful light dissipates through the wind and the mist shines on the earth.
Warm sunshine spilled into the dark and humid government cell through the narrow vent at the height of the prison stone wall. After a night of silence, the prisoners in the prison gradually woke up. Several dirty lice prisoners consciously raised their heads and stared at the dazzling light beams from the vent with their muddy eyes half open.
Outside the cell, the iron gate at the entrance to the corridor was clashing against the harsh metal, and all the noise came to an abrupt end, filled with mildew and stench, and the whole place was suddenly silent.
The two young jailers walked from far to near, and the middle-aged jailer came in slowly with two swaying wooden barrels filled with gruel. The dirty wooden barrels were rudely put in front of the bars of the two cells, and the cells were like hungry ghosts. Everyone was restless, and the eyes with different looks flashed green light. With one exception, the hot gas barrels were still floating outside the bars, but no one dared to make a move in the eyes of the two young jailers.
It was hard to wait until the two young jailers turned away from the two cells, and nearly 100 prisoners were already forced to jump forward. A dusty arm squeezed through the polished iron grating and rushed out of the broken bowl.
"Go away!"
"Ow … ouch …"
"Well * * always kill you …"
Beating, screaming, pleading sounded from time to time, and the middle-aged jailer turned a deaf ear. The wooden ladle barrel in his hand was frequently knocked and drummed, and the rotten leaves and rice bran porridge were distributed to each bowl.
People who are assigned to rice bran, vegetable leaves and porridge can quickly retreat away from danger and compete for the crowd. People who are not assigned to porridge can look piteously at the boss of the cell where food is distributed.
Half an hour later, the prisoners should make trouble and lie down. After drinking gruel, some tough felons dragged around with long chains and coughed and spat. A new day in the cell was like this as always.
On the right side of the second cell, the stone wall was lying across the dirty straw. The young criminal finally woke up, his swollen eyes were like a thick iron curtain, and it was difficult to open and scab. The blood tightly adhered his eyelashes and lice kept squirming in his collar.
"Not dead?"
"Life is hard …"
The bespectacled man carefully wiped his face, scabs and wounds with a cloth towel, and sighed from time to time. Another strong young man picked up half a bowl of gruel hidden in the straw pile and poured it into the mouth of the half-dead young man.
In the early winter, the prison was damp, dark and smelly, and the prisoners in rags were everywhere smelling pungent and musty. The straw trembled and leaned against the corner, and several people hung their heads without talking. At the same time, they trembled and turned up their trousers to catch lice. Every time they caught one, they sent their teeth to their mouths, and the little lice cracked and their looks were as pleasant as chewing fennel beans.
From the high vent, the sunlight seeped into the cell obliquely, and gradually left. It was dark and gloomy, and things could be clearly distinguished in the cell.
Wearing a pair of round black-rimmed glasses, the middle-aged man leaned over and carefully examined the young man’s broken arm, wrapped the cloth, clapped his hands and sorted out his long gown. He leaned back against the wall behind him and looked out at the iron fence. He shook his head when he fell to the ground, old barrels and litters all over the floor.
On the other side of the young man’s crime, the thick man grabbed a straw and carefully padded it on the dizzy young man’s head. Then he straightened his two curled long legs and looked around. Then he lifted his legs and crossed the young man’s body and sat down beside the literati.
"This young man’s life was broken when he was thrown back by the jailer last night, not to mention that his left arm was hit four times in the head. He came out with more gas and went in with less gas, and he could hardly touch the pulse. I didn’t expect him to survive the night. It’s a strange thing that not only the pulse condition became strong, but also many gasps gradually became even! This kind of hard bone is rare … "
The middle-aged literati gave a hand and looked at the young man with even ups and downs in his chest. He said, "Qingsong will come in and tidy up. Please ask him to find out what the young man is guilty of." Is it Fang Renshi? The finer the better. "
"good"
The pine sound is very low. "By the way, Mr. Zhang and Uncle Chen said that Yiyang has been controlled by our team. I don’t know when it will hit our place?"