eat meat every day

The two of them had a good night's sleep. After sleeping, Zou Yi devoted himself to making medicine. Jinmi Island had been attached to the Kyushu Continent for many years. It was not until the imperial court withered that it was separated from it in the previous court.

Nothing can be changed in just a few decades, so its etiquette system is on par with Kyushu, and even the doctor's treatment of diseases and medicines are similar to Kyushu, but the types of medicinal materials are much less than it, but Zou Yi has sufficient preparations on board. It is not difficult for him to make a medicine that cannot be detected blindly.

Qingyu went to the prison to see Dongshan who had been neglected for a long time.

He borrowed an official order from Fang Jing, and the dungeon was kindly opened to him.

Qingyu was being led along the way, and the jailer who led the way had a pair of big eyes, pitch black, and his face was eighty percent similar to Qingyu's, round like a dumpling, because of his age, the two lumps of fat tremblingly drooped. Then, together with the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, it is just like a Maitreya Buddha.

He still remembers when he first came here, those arrogant and domineering jailers, each eye was as big as a copper bell, with their hips on their hips, and they spoke harshly to everyone, and you could clearly deduce that they were How long have you not rinsed your mouth.

This is actually a good thing, Qing Yu is not afraid of him, because they are just stern people, the less power they have, the more they want to seize that sesame-sized privilege and blow it up to the size of a house, so that people will be scared and trapped inside. I'm afraid that once someone understands it, he will expose his flimsy arrogance.

But now the jailer is gone, and the guard of Maitreya Buddha smiled and chatted with him, talking about the customs of Gucheng.

This made Qing Yu's heart skip a beat. Other than that, he looked around calmly, and found that the whole prison was very quiet, not as noisy as the one he entered before, and he understood clearly: this is probably a prison for repeat offenders.

All the people living in it were hanging by a thread, either anxious or ashamed, they really didn't have much energy to toss about, and the jailers also took care of life and death, so they were not interested in frightening people's trivial tricks.

Sure enough, when Qingyu went to see Dongshan, he was sitting on the bed and meditating. He was given special care and locked up in a cell alone. A thin quilt on the corner, a spittoon and a toilet.

Seeing this, the jailer smiled at Qing Yu and said: "Unfortunately, Master, you are just in time. Master Dongshan is not allowed to be disturbed while he is meditating. If you are like this, you can go to our place first and have a cup of tea. I'll let you know when it's over."

Qing Yu hurriedly said no, the jailer didn't force it, so he opened the lock and told him the time, and went back by himself.

Qing Yu entered the prison cell, sat on the edge of the bed, carefully looked at his little junior brother, he seemed to be in good spirits, he seemed to have lost weight, but he was already very fat, even if he lost some weight, it would not be noticeable.

While sitting in meditation, Dong Shan parted his mind. Seeing his senior brother coming, he shortened his meditation time, and opened his eyes after a while. Qing Yu hadn't seen him for a long time, and he missed him very much at first sight, and was about to pat his face shoulder, but seeing Dongshan silently streaming tears and snot all over his face, Qing Yu withdrew his hand back.

Dongshan snotted and burst into tears and said: "Brother, you can count on seeing me, if you don't come to see me, I can't live anymore, and I will be smashed to death on the railing, no one on their side chats with me, it suffocates me , I was afraid that I would not be able to speak when my tongue became knotted and released, so I recited the scriptures every day, but I couldn’t recite some volumes, and they refused to show me..."

Qingyu went from full of love to blue veins, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Shut up! Aren't you very quick-talking? When you were young, you didn't know anything, you couldn't practice martial arts, you couldn't memorize scriptures, and you would cry. , crying and talking non-stop..."

He rubbed his forehead, brought back the thought of being run away by the Dongshan monster, and conjured up a lunch box for him from behind: "The food in the prison is not good, I know you miss it, and I will bring you some to satisfy your hunger."

There were all refreshing and appetizing vegetarian dishes, Dongshan was moved to tears, Qingyu wiped his face with the corner of the quilt in disgust, then stuffed the chopsticks into his arms and told him to eat quickly, his brows were furrowed in disgust Wrinkled, but watching Dongshan eat, he slowly unfolded, his face was as calm as water.

But Dongshan wished that he wouldn't raise his eyebrows, and his face became unfamiliar when he raised his eyebrows. The senior brother was used to sneering at him. He knew that he was soft-hearted and heartless, but now he looked preoccupied. Dongshan couldn't help but think about his own situation. Touching his own neck, he said pitifully, "Brother, why are you angry with me? I... can I still be saved?"

Qingyu was thinking about whether to tell Dongshan about their cooperation with the Ministry of Household Affairs, but Dongshan is a straight-hearted kid, and I'm afraid he would be too scared to sleep when he heard that they were seeking skin with a tiger. It's not a problem to scare him, it's better not to tell. Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, raised the corner of his mouth, and showed the utmost sarcasm in an unbiased and unbiased manner. It can be seen that he has done a lot This time he practiced to perfection.

Qing Yu said: "Why, you're so cheap, I'm not used to giving you a good look, right? It's not a big deal to eat your food, it's not the first time you've been locked up and beheaded, once you die twice I'm familiar with it, I'm naturally capable of saving you."

Dongshan listened to his ambiguity but didn't let it go: "Really? How can I save it?"

Qing Yu rolled her eyes, knowing that if she didn't make it clear, she would only be burdening the fool, so she made up a plan, to the effect that as long as he obediently stayed in the cell, eating and drinking, it would be fine.

Dongshan was fooled for a moment. The master he used to be able to hand over Qing Yu was obviously not a serious person. He was fooled by the master when he was young, and then by his senior brother when he was older. He was fooled many times so he trusted him very much. He didn't feel anything wrong, nodded, and regained his appetite to eat vegetables.

Time flies, Maitreya Buddha jailer came to urge, Qing Yu nodded and got off the bed, without looking back, she walked firmly to the door of the prison, Dongshan Ben was absorbed in eating, but at this moment he suddenly raised his head and stared blankly. Looking at the tall and straight back of the senior brother.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask me if I can really come out, but he swallowed the words together with the food because: his senior brother's back is as straight as a pine.

Qing Yu is not a sentimental and sad person, the little melancholy mood in the prison was blown away by the wind when he went out, he saw that the sky was very good, and there was a layer of thin clouds like a veil on the top of his head, which would be poisonous The hot sun blocked it, and the setting sun was very amiable, the shade of the tree was swaying, and there was a cool breeze underneath. I thought that I would be fine when I was free, so I went around a long way to buy two oyster pancakes and brought them back. Zou Yi.

It took Zou Yi a whole day to prepare the medicine and bring it to Fang Jing, Fang Jing took it, and at the same time provided them with information: there were spies in Guquan Temple who wanted to cause a commotion at noon, they got the order and rushed to Guquan early in the morning At the temple, Qingyu made a big splash and was warmly received by Guquan Temple.

What they didn't expect was that there was actually a bookstore that wanted to interview them. Gucheng's folk customs are open and extremely free. Besides the official newspaper, there are many family newspapers.A foreigner with strong martial arts and courageous deeds, or a monk, casts a layer of mystery on Qingyu, and is a favorite topic of conversation for ordinary people.

Qing Yu originally wanted to refuse, but Zou Yi thought about it for a while, they wanted to show their heroic image, and Min Pao came just in time, so they agreed.

Qing Yu usually looks like a boneless and shameless person, but when he sees the people in the bookstore, he completely changes his face, sitting upright, pulling a few scriptures that he made up on the spot from time to time, with the demeanor of an eminent monk, Zou Yi couldn't help but hold back his laughter .

He appeared on the front page of Minbao, and Qingyu triumphantly held the newspaper and looked left and right, and was about to buy an extra treasure and bring it to the boat, but soon after his limelight was overwhelmed by another matter: Yan Xuan, the son of Yan Zheng, a military doctor, was arrested for recruiting prostitutes.

Public opinion was uproar.

Because Yan Xuan has a straight and fiery personality, although many people dislike him, they also agree with his character. This kind of wretched and contemptuous thing is not like his style.

But the uproar was short-lived, and what remained in the aftertaste was to stomp him into the mud.Everyone said: Knowing people knows the face but not the heart; everyone said: If you want people not to know, you have to do nothing; everyone said: This kind of hypocrisy and despicable person, who takes our people's hard-earned money to pay prostitutes, should be deprived of his official position Sentence him for another three to five years!

Of all the newspapers, there was no movement in the official newspapers, but the people's newspapers had already turned upside down, describing in detail what Yan Xuan ate at the banquet that day, what he said, what kind of woman he recruited, and who was that woman? How coquettish their teeth are like gourds and rhinoceros gnats, their heads and brows are so charming, what kind of pillow talk did they talk about—until the bed curtain fell—there would be no way to write any more, so they stopped.

Also, the eight generations of Yan Xuan's ancestors were wiped out. Zou Yi and Qing Yu took the newspaper from the counter while eating breakfast. It wasn't the same one, reading too many newspapers made people wonder if he had a reverse dream, he glanced at Zou Yi, and Zou Yi quietly drank fish porridge with eyes downcast and eyelashes trembling.

He knew that Zou Yi might not feel better, but it would be useless to try to persuade him at this time, it would be better to let him go, and he would see it after a while, after all, this was his choice, and it would be hypocritical to continue to entangle.

He folded the newspaper, Qing Yu's hands were always very dexterous in strange places, and after a while he folded a small lantern, asked Xiao Er for a plate of melons and fruits, and gave Zou Yi spit out the shells.

Zou Yi finished the porridge, shook her head, took the steamed bun with crab powder in her mouth, and watched the people coming and going outside the door in a daze.

But I saw the newspaper boy whom I had seen in Gutan barge in, with the corners of his head tied up with red strings, his cheeks were red like glutinous rice balls, and he was dripping with sweat, he ran into the store panting, shouting He said: "We're selling newspapers, all guest officials, whoever wants two copies of the newspaper, the freshest newspaper only needs two copper coins!"

The clerks in this inn are most annoyed by this kind of self-talk, but since it is inconvenient for a child to show his face, he said patiently: "I'm sorry, little brother, our inn has always booked Fangqi Bookstore. The newspaper has been delivered this morning."

The little boy nodded vigorously, and his nod did not prevent him from quickly taking out a newspaper to the clerk, and the little boy said loudly: "Yes, I know, but mine is the freshest, if you don't believe me, just read it. "

The guy froze for a moment, scanned it quickly, and suddenly ran to the shopkeeper's wing, and then the shopkeeper ran out in a hurry, buying all the newspapers in the basket generously.