The straight man who wears bright clothes is also afraid of messing with him

In September of the 25th year of Hongwu, Cui Miao and Shen Qing came to the dungeon of King Yan's Mansion together, intending to interrogate the masked man who was captured alive.

Led by the guards, the two came to the deepest part of the dungeon.

The guard cupped his hands and said, "Master Hou, Qianhu, we are here."

Cui Miao looked at the prison, and there was a man lying on the damp and moldy straw, with disheveled hair, and the face scarf was removed, revealing delicate features, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.The right wrist was wrapped in bandages, the brown was mixed with bright red blood stains, and the eyes were staring straight, looking lifeless.

"What's wrong with him? He looks in a trance?"

"He was drugged and now he can't do anything but talk."

Suddenly, Cui Miao asked, "Is it to prevent him from committing suicide?"

"This is the usual method." Shen Qing looked at the guard, "Bring him out."

The guard responded, opened the cell door, dragged the man out, and tied him to a cross stake beside him.When he saw Cui Miao, the man stared straight at him, and his ashen eyes were also stained with a little spirit, but the eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred.

Cui Miao frowned, walked up to the man, and asked, "Do you hate me?"

The man didn't make a sound, but there was a sneer in his eyes.

Cui Miao didn't take it seriously, and then said: "You should hate me, after all, I broke your hand. It's just that you want my life first, and I'm just defending myself. It's your own fault that you ended up like this .”

The man remained silent, but looked at Cui Miao with a hint of other emotions in his eyes, but Cui Miao didn't understand.

"What's your name? I'm asking for your name, not your code name."

The man's pupils shrank, and the way he looked at Cui Miao changed, and then he returned to indifference, still not intending to speak.

"I know that you are a specially trained dead warrior. You are not afraid of death, and you are not afraid of these punishments. I also know that I can't ask you anything. No one will ask why you act like this, I just want to know your name."

Cui Miao looked at the man, quietly waiting for his answer.The man's hateful eyes were replaced by doubts, but he still had no intention of speaking.

"Okay, if you don't say it, don't say it." Cui Miao turned to look at the guard, and said, "His injury is not serious, and he has lost a lot of blood. It is cold and humid here, and it is likely to be hot. Be careful. Once If you find that he has a fever, call the doctor immediately, can you hear me clearly?"

The guard glanced at Shen Qing and saw that he had no intention of objecting, so he nodded and agreed.

Cui Miao looked at Shen Qing and said, "Master Hou, let's go."

Shen Qing said nothing, turned around and left, followed by Cui Miao.Not only did the man not understand the actions of the two, but even the guards were also puzzled.

The two left the dungeon, Shen Qing slowed down, waited for Cui Miao to walk with him, and said softly: "Da Lang wants to save him?"

Cui Miao was startled, then smiled and said: "He almost killed me, and now his hand still hurts, why should I save him?"

Shen Qing looked at Cui Miao indifferently, and asked: "Then why does Da Lang act like this?"

"This kind of dead men have received professional training. They are not afraid of death, nor are they afraid of torture. Since they can't be tough, they can only be soft."

Shen Qing's eyes flickered, and he said noncommittally: "What Da Lang says is what he says."

The corners of Cui Miao's mouth raised, and she chased after her, saying, "Oh, Lord Hou, what do you mean? What do you mean I say what I say?"

Shen Qingqing's cold eyes were stained with a smile, and said: "En."

"Ok?"

"Ah."

……

"Clatter!", the door of the cell was opened, a guard dragged the man lying on the straw out of the cell, and another person came in, cleaned up the damp and moldy straw in the cell, carried a bed board in, and laid a clean bed on it. Finally, he dragged the man back to the cell, put him on the bed, and carefully covered him with the quilt.

"Well, let me tell you, this is the first time you have been treated like this. I don't know how you got Cui Qianhu's favor, and you specifically told us to take good care of you."

"That's right, the person who has entered the dungeon, even if he doesn't die, he has to shed his skin. How come he changed when he came to you. Please don't tell the doctor, but he is still serving you with food and drink. I'm afraid that your wound will be infected, so we specially asked us to give it to you." You change the bed. Tsk tsk, this is really the first time!"

The man was paralyzed on the bed, listening to the guards' conversation, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

……

"It's time to eat." The guard came in with a food box, came to the bed, opened the food box, and the smell of the food came out instantly. The guard couldn't help swallowing, and said: "Duck blood vermicelli soup, and onion Fried pancakes. Damn, my food isn’t that good. It’s been three days in a row, and I’ve been delivering food in a different way every day, and Cui Qianhu cares too much about you!”

The man's eyes flickered, he shook his hand weakly, and then returned to indifference.As before, his lips were tightly closed, refusing to eat anything.

……

"Crash!" The cell door was opened. Cui Miao walked in with a food box, came to the bed and sat down, opened the food box, and said with a smile: "The thick soup made from pork leg bones, put some chopped green onion, serve with This multigrain pancake tastes delicious no matter how you eat it!"

The man didn't respond, just looked at him indifferently.

Cui Miao didn't take it seriously, picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of big bone soup and fed it to the man's mouth.The man didn't speak, but just closed his lips tightly and looked at him mockingly.

"I boiled this soup for two hours, it's absolutely delicious!"

Seeing that the man was still silent, Cui Miao said to herself: "As a dead man, once you are caught, you know what will happen to you. You know it well, and so do I. Besides, your right hand was disabled by me. If you want to do something It's impossible to go back to the old business, even if you go home to farm, it will be difficult. Look at you, you have been hurt so badly by me, you must hate me very much. Do you really want to seek revenge from me?"

"Look at what you look like now, even if you don't give you medicine, can you still carry a knife? If I were you, I would eat well, eat well, and take care of my body, so that it is possible If you get your revenge, if you are half-dead like you, you might not even be able to crush an ant to death."

Cui Miao took another spoonful of thick soup and handed it to the man's mouth.

"What exactly do you want? If you want to get news from me, I advise you not to waste your time!" The man's voice was hoarse and weak, and if you don't listen carefully, you really can't hear it clearly. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is so angry!

"Listen to your voice, it's as thin as a mosquito, it can compete with my little lady, how can you seek revenge from me?"

"So what if I eat it, I still can't move! Why bother to be hypocritical!"

"Hey, I said, you are the one who wants to kill me, so why don't you ask me to give you some advice? You have a big brain, why don't you have a brain?"

"you……"

"What's wrong with me, which sentence is wrong?"

The man was short of breath for a while, and closed his eyes not to look at him, out of sight and out of mind.

"It's such a pity! Such a delicious pork bone soup, alas, I can only drink it by myself." Cui Miao sipped her mouth while drinking it, it was delicious.

The man instinctively swallowed his saliva, and suddenly felt his jaw tighten. He squeezed his jaw with one hand, and poured a spoonful of thick soup into his mouth while he was in a daze.

Swallowing subconsciously, the aroma of the soup spread in his mouth. The man opened his eyes wide, stared at Cui Miao, and said angrily, "You, what do you want?"

"It's very simple, I just don't want to waste the soup I have worked so hard for. How about it, is it delicious?"

The man looked at Cui Miao's eyes full of smiles, his indifferent heart couldn't help trembling, and he quickly glanced away.

"Are you going to drink it yourself, or let me pinch my chin and pour it in?"

"I'm just a low-level dead soldier, I don't know anything, you don't need to waste time on me."

"I know." Cui Miao calmly scooped up a spoonful of thick soup, handed it to the man's mouth, and said, "I didn't expect to find anything out of your mouth."

"Then why did you..."

"I wanted to know why, so I drank the soup." Cui Miao gently touched the man's lips with a spoon.

The man looked at Cui Miao in silence for a while, then opened his mouth to hold the spoon, and drank the soup inside.Seeing this, Cui Miao smiled with satisfaction, and fed him spoonful by spoonful, while the man drank mouthful after mouthful.

"Can we talk now?"

"What are you talking about? I just said 'I wanted to know why, so I drank this bowl of soup', but I didn't say I would tell you." Cui Miao blinked innocently.

Manly teeth itching, "You..."

"Don't be too grateful to me! Come on, your stomach has been empty for too long, and now you can only drink some soup. Leave these multigrain pancakes to others."

After Cui Miao finished speaking and left with the food box, the man felt depressed for a while, completely unaware of the change in his mood.

……

"Huh la la", the cell was opened, and the man subconsciously looked towards the door. After seeing the person coming, the hope in his eyes disappeared, and he returned to indifference again.

For seven days in a row, Cui Miao would show up in the cell on time every day, carrying a food box, saying annoying words, but the movements of feeding him were unusually gentle and meticulous. The man had gotten used to his presence, and his indifferent heart gradually With anticipation, there is no longer the idea of ​​committing suicide.

The guard carried the food box to the bed and said, "Today is white rice, and there are two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, and it smells delicious! If prisoners are treated like you, I want to be one too!"

The guard dug a spoonful of rice and handed it to the man's mouth. Seeing that the man didn't intend to open his mouth, he couldn't help laughing and said, "What's the matter, you really think of yourself as a young master, and you're picking on someone?"

The man lowered his eyes and asked, "Why didn't he come?"

"Cui Qianhu is a popular person next to the prince. He is very busy every day. How can he run here every day and think about your food? You should be grateful!"

"Is he treating everyone so well?"

"Cui Qianhu is really kind to others. I have never seen him argue with anyone. He always has a smiling face to everyone. He is so gentle that it is impossible to see that he is an official."

"It's really not like..."

"It's not like a general, right." The guard said with a smile: "To be honest, anyone who saw Cui Qianhu for the first time would not have thought that he was a general. I heard that when Cui Qianhu first followed the prince, he was still a handless man. A white-faced scholar with the power to bind a chicken..."