Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao also opened his mouth wide, and the two of them looked at the book on the edge of the kang at the same time. When Zhou Lijun came to give them food today, he also brought the medicinal materials they needed.

Of course, there are also two books they need.

Bai Erlang and Yin or entrained the letter to them again, because it was not a particularly upright matter, Bai Shan deliberately suppressed his voice when he said this.

He swallowed, leaned against the wall and asked, "And what else did you hear?"

"Then your voices are so low, how can I still hear it? But I smell chicken soup, are you drinking chicken soup?"

Bai Shan is not sure if the breath in his chest can be relieved, because it is not what he said they can believe, what if he lied to them?

Man Bao worriedly opened the basket and looked at the rolled noodles inside, and said sadly, "Come together, come together and make a bowl."

Then when they had lunch, each of them ate a little less, and then divided an extra bowl of noodles, and dragged the officers to help them there, just across a wall from them, claiming that their surname was Ba prisoner.

The officer didn't expect that they would be able to make friends while they were in prison, and they were still at a loss when they sent their faces over. Bai Shan took the opportunity to squat at the prison door and asked him in a low voice, "Brother, the one who lives behind us is named Ba. What happened?"

Because Bai Shan was so mysterious, the guard couldn't help crouching on the ground, lowered his voice and said, "Bandit murderers are not good people, they have already been sentenced to Qiu Zhan, and they will live in a few days. Hey, why are you so mysterious? Xixi, do you know me?"

Bai Shan shook his head again and again, lowered his voice a little bit, and whispered, "You know, he can hear us talking in such a low voice here."

The officer widened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "Is it true or false?"

Man Bao and Xiang Jia's brother nodded together, keeping their mouths tightly closed, not daring to speak, they were quite frightened at first sight.

Confused, the officer sent his face to the opposite side, looking at the disheveled, dirty, wicked old man who had eaten the noodles, and then asked, "Your ears are very good."

He wiped the soup on his mouth, and with a hilarious voice, he laughed loudly: "It's just a little bit easier for my ears, why, I'm scaring the friends behind me? Listening to their voices are still very young. , At such a young age, what is the big deal?"

He asked with a smile, "Wouldn't you like to ask me about the beheading?"

The officer sneered and said, "Stop putting money on your face, they've done more things than you, but if they die, they probably won't be slaughtered. Well, do you see this? They're all on the road with you."

Ba Ye retracted his gaze, put his hands together and asked, "Then what did they do? How many people did they kill?"

"Not a single person was killed, but what they did is going to be accomplished, it will be a river of blood. Of course, if what they have done is not accomplished, it will be a river of blood, and the river will be bigger." After the officer finished, Take the bowl away.

Originally, Ba Ye just wanted to scare people and eat a good meal. Although he could have a good meal before the execution, it was only a meal, and no one knew whether he was in the mood to eat that day.

Unexpectedly, he got such an answer, so he became interested, and he knocked on the wall and asked, "I said a few people next door, what did you do?"

Man Bao only gave out a bowl of noodles, and he was still in a bad mood. Hearing that, he turned a page of the book and said angrily: "Can't you tell yourself about your situation before asking others?"

Ba Ye didn't care, he smiled when he heard the words, he was about to die anyway, and there was nothing to say, so he said loudly: "There is nothing to say, just stealing things and accidentally killing a few people."

The four people here frowned together, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Do you not regret killing someone?"

"What are you regretting, if I don't kill them, they will kill me..."

Standing in the shadows, Tao Yi listened to the robber bragging about how he murdered and stole things when he was young. He couldn't help frowning and asked the officer, "Why are they still talking?"

"The surname Ba's ears are too sharp, he can hear whispers through a wall, and he doesn't know what the four of them are discussing quietly, most of them are caught by him, so he extorted money from them. The bowl of noodles is over, and the mood here is unhappy."

Tao Yi:  …

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Feng Shangshu, who was standing with his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice, "Sir, do you want to ask Napa Bodhisattva?"

Feng Shangshu said indifferently: "They are in prison, no matter what they discuss, they can't do it."

"But their contact with the outside world has never been broken..."

Feng Shangshu glanced at him and said, "Isn't this a good thing? I wish they would instruct the people outside to make trouble outside. It would be better if the palace ordered them to be released immediately. Do you think they are in prison? Is it a good thing?"

Tao Yi immediately lowered his head and stopped talking.

Feng Shangshu touched his heart and said, "They are staying here for a day, so I feel restless for a day, and I have to keep my eyes open for a day at night. I can't stand it at such an age."

Tao Yi twitched the corners of his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Then let's talk to the outside world and talk about this Babo?"

Feng Shangshu glanced at him angrily and said, "Are you disgusting that the outside world is not messy enough? Do you think Old Master Tang is blind or deaf? Can you hide these actions from him?"

Tao Yi: ... this is not possible, that is not possible, so what exactly do you want?

Feng Shangshu looked at his confidant with hatred and said, "You have to remember, you are the minister of punishment, the minister of punishment, they fight their own way, you don't interfere, as long as people are in our prison, we will guard Just jail."

Feng Shangshu turned around and looked around. Seeing that everyone was retreating far away, he lowered his voice and said, "Do you know why our Shangshuling sits in the middle of every trial, but never speaks?"

Ji Xiang, also the minister of the Shangshu Province, is the chief official.

Tao Yi thought for a while and said, "Ji Xiang didn't intend to participate too deeply."

Feng Shangshu glanced at him and said deeply: "No, it's because Ji Xiang has no confidence. He has been named as one of the chief judges of the three provinces, and he has participated in it whether he has opened his mouth or not."

Tao Yi was startled and asked, "Why doesn't Ji Xiang have the confidence?"

Feng Shangshu picked up his lips, and felt that it was not good, so he said: "After this time, Ji Xiang is afraid that he will return to his hometown. "

Tao Yi thought about it for a long time before trying to understand what Feng Shangshu meant. A cold sweat broke out on his back. When he looked at the four cells in the prison, he finally got the feeling of Feng Shangshu—these four are really Hot potato.

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