Confused Escort Confused Account

The dim yellow candlelight gradually faded away, and the footsteps of the two could no longer be heard.

Only Zhao Shitu was left in the darkness, and as Ming Yuechen said, he looked like a dog, chained to the wall, and his clothes were still wet with saliva.

Fortunately, he didn't really turn into a dog, and Mingyuezhu didn't really spit at him. When she bent over to get close to the cell door, she dropped something calmly, and it happened to go over the fence and rolled down. To Zhao Shitu's hand.

As she climbed the steps and left the dungeon corridor, she also dropped something between the cracks in the door.When the two doors were closed, they were not completely closed, and the dim light from the outside could penetrate into the corridor through the gap.

Although the light was dim, it was better than nothing. With the help of it, Zhao Shitu finally saw the pitted dirt on the cell floor, and also saw the long silver needle lying on it.He groped to pick up the long needle, and found that it was the hairpin of Mingyuezhu.

Hairpins, plain in style and with little ornamentation at the ends, are now vital lifesavers.Zhao Shitu held the handle of the hairpin, inserted the tip into the keyhole, and pried it back and forth.Fortunately, when he lived in the monastery, he often helped repair the doors and windows, and learned a lot of skills from the old man, including lockpicking. Although the iron chain was strong, the lock cylinder was old and not difficult to pick.It only took him a cup of tea before he snapped the lock open.

He stood up abruptly and came to the prison door. The lock was more complicated than the clasp on the iron chain, but it didn't bother him.

With a creaking sound, the prison door also opened outwards.

He stepped beyond the fence, and finally felt the breeze blowing gently on his face, and his cloudy head became a little clearer.

It's a pity that the more sober he is, the more difficult it is to ignore his miserable situation. His clothes are already crumpled, his hair is ragged, and his face is haggard. His back is sticky with water or blood. What's more terrible is that once he takes a step, Only then did he feel that his throat was extremely thirsty, as if smoke would come out, his stomach was aching from hunger, and his strength was slowly disappearing from his body like running water.

Ever since he was locked in, he hadn't touched a drop of water, let alone eaten half a grain of food.Hunger and cold wear down the will most.He wanted to get out of this cage, have a good meal, and then find a place to sleep well. What he took for granted in daily life has now become a luxury.

The chains were removed, the prison doors were thrown open, and nothing could stop him but himself.

He stood in the depths of the empty corridor and stopped.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, what would happen to Mingyuezhu if he ran away now.If he finds a place to hide, will the rest of his companions be interrogated by the government again.He can give up his identity and hide his name, at least he doesn't have to endure cold and hunger anymore, but the escort agency will also become a real muddled escort agency and become the laughing stock of people in the world.

From now on, no one will rob him when he drinks.

He suddenly recalled many things, Mingyuezhu's crooked note, Luo Huan's puffy cheeks, the herbal meal that Yan Wuhua insisted on throwing into the soup pot, and the wood that Shangguanqing couldn't finish carving .

In the future, these things will become needles that pierce his heart, and it will never stop for years and months.

In this deathly silence and cold, he suddenly understood his own heart. It turned out that what he wanted was not the official career and fame that the Jiang family craved, nor the wealth accumulated by the Yuan family.He only hopes to open a small bodyguard agency, and hopes that his friends will always stay by his side, live a muddleheaded but happy life, stay away from wars and conspiracy, and enjoy the peace of his family and country for a long time.

Helpless, he is just a small person, neither more well-connected than the Yuan family, nor more powerful than the Jiang family.Now, he had to stay here obediently and become a dead man, so that he could protect his companion and fulfill his wish.

There was only one road ahead of him, a dead end.

Although he is stubborn, he is not confused.Of course he doesn't want to die, but he remembers that there are some things that cannot be easily given up.

So he went back behind the bars, closed the cell door, sat down on the damp, cold haystack, and closed his eyes.

He no longer thinks about meaningless questions, just sinks into the darkness quietly, adjusts his breath with luck to resist the torment of cold and hunger, and lets time pass by.

Time is like a lake. The more you are in it, the less you can feel its existence. In this deep underground prison, you can't tell the sun, the moon, and the sky. He vaguely thought that the moon pearl might already be on the way to Chang'an , Yan Wuhua should have arrived in Dunhuang safely.

He was in a trance, and there was a faint knocking sound in his ears, which seemed to be just a buzzing in his head.He couldn't hear clearly, couldn't see, he seemed to be supported by water, floating and sinking in the gap between life and death, and countless pictures flashed in front of him. For a while, his friends were aging in different places, with white hair and wrinkles all over their heads. cheek.After a while, it turned into flames again, and his yard turned into scorched earth under the iron hooves, leaving no grass.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard faint footsteps, getting closer, someone came to the cell door, stuffed a piece of porcelain in, and pushed it in front of him.

The sound of footsteps went away, and he finally opened his eyes, and saw a steamed bun in a porcelain plate, white and fluffy, still steaming on the surface.

This steaming steamed stuffed bun seems to be more attractive than the most precious gold and jade in the world.He couldn't resist reaching out with trembling fingers, grabbed it, and brought it to his mouth.

There was a sudden pain in the back of his hand.

A hard object flew out of nowhere from the corner and hit the back of his hand straight.His hand didn't have much strength, after being hit like this, he couldn't hold the buns.

The bun fell to the ground, and even the stuffing fell out. The snow-white skin was covered with mud, and it became dirty and soft.

The culprit who hit him fell into his arms.

Zhao Shitu looked down, it was a piece of wood carved in the shape of a human.

Of course, the wood didn't come out of nowhere, someone must have thrown it.

From the opposite side of him came the rustling sound of rubbing, followed by the sound of steady footsteps, and a familiar figure appeared, dressed in black.

Zhao Shitu felt that he must have stayed in the darkness for too long, so that even this monotonous black, reflected in his eyes, became vivid and bright, and became lovable.

He couldn't help calling out the other party's name: "Shangguan?"

Shangguan Qing had already come to him, looked him over from head to toe, and said in a muffled voice, "You're still alive." His tone was doubtful or emotional.

Zhao Shitu spread his hands and said, "Yeah, I'm living like a dog, it's better not to let you bump into me."

But Shangguanqing had already knelt down in front of him: "It's okay, we're not the same."

Zhao Shitu was slightly startled, and went to observe the other person's appearance, only to realize that Shangguan Qing's black clothes were indeed not as black as usual, but were covered with mud, rolled evenly from head to toe, as if they had just been drilled out of a mud pond loach.

He squeezed a muffled laugh out of his nose: "I thought I was daydreaming just now, but now I'm sure that you must be me."

Shangguan was puzzled and said, "Why?"

Zhao Shitu said: "If I saw you in my dream, you would definitely be more handsome and decent than now, and you would definitely not be in such a miserable appearance. You must know that the clothes on your body are the best in Dunhuang... Could it be You literally came in through the dog hole."

He didn't wait for Shangguanqing to return, so he stood up, walked to the place where the other party appeared, looked down, and really saw a dark hole in the corner, just one person wide.

Zhao Shitu couldn't believe it: "You really didn't dig three feet, did you?"

Shangguanqing had already come to him, and said calmly: "It's more than three feet. Fortunately, the kid knows the shortcut to dig a hole."

Zhao Shitu was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Are you still here?"

Shangguan Qing was also taken aback, and replied, "Of course I didn't leave."

His tone was so reasonable that Zhao Shitu felt that his question was stupid.

Zhao Shitu turned his head and looked at Shangguanqing's side face in the darkness, something in his heart seemed to melt.

He grinned slowly, and finally burst out laughing out loud.