I refuse this box lunch

Gu Xincheng held the silk silk full of medicinal materials, of course he would not be a fool to run to the palace to offer medicines and invite rewards at the first time.He swung back to the left and right and ordered no one to disturb him, so he entered the Library Pavilion alone. The candles were lit all night, and the door of the pavilion opened again at the fourth watch.

Gu Xincheng's eyes were shining brightly in the night, and his whole face revealed a ghostly beauty because of a slightly slanted smile. He put a few folded papers in his arms, got on his tall horse and galloped all the way into the palace.

Empress Dafanji had no children, only her own nephew, so she begged the emperor to let her freely enter and leave the palace.

Empress Ji had just woken up when she received the letter from the female official. After turning 50, she felt less and dreamed more. Seeing that the sky was not clear, she knew that her nephew must have something to see.

Clinker, when Gu Xincheng opened his mouth, he begged her to save a person's life.

Empress Ji became interested: "Who is it?" You know, in the past 21 years, Gu Xincheng has hardly asked her for anything.

Gu Xincheng drooped his long eyelashes, and replied, "Young bastard from the offshoot of the Duan family."

"What kind of friendship do you have?"

"Student friendship."

Empress Ji laughed and shook her head: "It can't be that simple."

She doesn't know her nephew yet, just a classmate friendship, even if 10 taels of gold is added, Gu Xincheng may not take a second look.

"Auntie, look."

Gu Xincheng didn't hold back anymore, and directly presented the silk in his bosom together with the ancient case, "Xincheng believes that it must be of value to keep this person."

Empress Ji asked the female officer to pass the things forward, pinched a small gilt-rimmed glass goggle with one hand, and with the yellow light of the glazed lamp, the long armor with gorgeous flower tints slowly slid across the words one by one, After a long while, he pondered and said: "My palace will make a decree first, to postpone the child's death sentence."

She gently rolled up the old paper Huang Juan on the table, and lowered her voice to a thin line, "The Holy Majesty has been getting old and suspicious recently, and he really wants to live forever, but the people of the Duan family are also his reverse scales. If Fang Zi is useful You can keep it, but can people stay..."

The unfinished meaning of the words is self-evident.

"I want to think about my aunt." Gu Xincheng's eyebrows moved slightly. After thanking him, he was invited by the queen to have breakfast in the palace.

I don't know if it's because I haven't eaten all night, or because I'm reminded of someone's appearance when eating. Gu Xincheng ate a lot more than usual, which made Empress Ji very happy: "But how many dishes do you like to eat? I ordered someone to serve you in your house." Send more."

Fuhe was awakened by the sound of gold coins bursting, what a familiar and beautiful fairy music.

Needless to say, his points arrived.

Even though his whole body was cold, Fu He was very happy in his heart. He eagerly asked the tool system: "How much? How much?"

The cool male voice replied: "Not much, 5 points."

Fuhe changed his face in seconds: "So little!?" He recited a peerless prescription, "What is the exchange rate of your cannon fodder rescue system?"

The system will open the mall for display.

Fuhe flipped through a few pages, almost vomiting blood after reading it.This is clearly an exchange rate that is indistinguishable from other worlds! 5 points, compared to his previous savings, it is really pitifully small.

But the output of points shows that the adventure I did yesterday was not in vain. It is true that the Yuheng clan exists in the world, and all kinds of medicinal materials written on silk are also recorded in ancient books, which are extremely reliable high.

There is only one reason for the low points - death reprieve.

There is a big gap between temporarily not dying and being completely out of danger.

Fuhe couldn't help slandering: This hero is still not good enough, he is a relative of the emperor and a favorite of a generation, and this equipment can't save a small cannon fodder.

In an instant, he felt that the hero had lost his composure, and his teeth were itchy with anger, so he said directly: "Here is a thousand-layer sesame seed cake, thank you."

With a sound of "beep", a piece of hot biscuits with complete color and fragrance appeared in Fuhe's hands.

The system did not forget to add: "Balance, 0."

Fuhe gnawed viciously, took a drink of sake at the side, and then coughed earth-shatteringly.

Finally spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fuhe let out a "tsk" and wiped his mouth: "I'm not in good health. How many days can I live after the cannon fodder's successful counterattack?"

He was answered by endless silence.

Mr. System obviously refused to provide chat services, and he was not at all as humorous and amiable as Fuhe's former assistant.

Stop Liao, Fuhe doesn't have to chat and divert attention.He suppressed the discomfort in his chest, lay down and continued to sleep.

In a daze, screams and wailing came from the depths of the prison, and there was a dragging sound caused by heavy objects rubbing against the ground, and the bloody smell drifted far away.There are also guards who cursed endlessly because their clothes were accidentally soiled, and the sound came intermittently through the overlapping and winding cells.

The law of this dynasty is strict, and once the great crime of treason is revealed to the world, countless innocent souls will be sent to heaven if they get even a little bit involved.The Marquis title of the Duan family was conferred as a reward since the time of the great ancestors. The generals who fought together in the country have been deposed and dismissed for a hundred years. After ten to seven or eight, only the Duan family was left, and they were favored for a while.That's why he's not being honest, he raises private soldiers, makes weapons secretly, and has frequent contacts with rebel gangsters in private.

Once verified, the evidence is undeniable and undeniable, and all private soldiers will be executed.Among the hundreds of people named Duan in the big family, men over 12 years old were all beheaded, women under 16 years old were sent to the official prostitution workshop, servants and maidservants in the family were beheaded, and those who were exiled were exiled.

Duan Fuhe is seventeen this year, even though his side branch moved to Longnan, which is far away from Beijing three years ago, and only had a real intersection with the Hou Mansion in just two years, he still cannot escape the death penalty.

If you say that you ransacked your home, you ransacked your house, and you said you beheaded you, you have no excuse, and you are very wronged.

Fu He, full of grievances and grievances, waited until the next day to see the hero Shi Shiran, who had just lost his status with him, walk into the prison, and brought him a heavy lunch box.

Fuhe immediately announced unilaterally that the male protagonist's forceful style is back, and the food in Gu's house really suits his appetite.

Fuhe was full, as if he had made up his mind, and stretched out a thin arm to Gu Xincheng, who was always standing outside and quietly observing him.

The chains were too heavy, colliding with each other and entangled with each other. Fuhe pulled them, leaned down, and almost reached Gu Xincheng's boots with his hands.Two fingers of the left hand were covered with scabs and bent at a strange angle.

He closed his eyelashes tremblingly: "Lord Gu, you can take blood now."

The life-prolonging medicine needs the blood of the Yuheng tribe as the medicine primer, without it, the medicine will not work.This is Fu Wo's backhand to save his life.

It has to be said that the truth of this matter is unpredictable, no matter whether he did it on purpose or not, no one would dare to bet on it.Once Emperor Dafan believed in this prescription, his life would not be lost for a while.

As a descendant of a criminal minister, he also came from a family of Zhongming Dingshi. In the past, he was rich and precious, but now he has to bend his knees to others, begging for a way to survive.Gu Xincheng glanced at the numerous scars on the young man's arm, and did not comment, but said in a low voice, "A bowl of blood, can you bear it?"

A smile appeared on Duan Fuhe's skinny face: "I can bear it, I have survived a month of torture. There are piles of corpses in the prison every day. I saw the wet nurse and the servant boy in it. It's a pity that I He is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he doesn't want to go down to meet them for the time being. My lord, show me a way to survive."

"To live, to take revenge?" Gu Xincheng's sharp eyes carried a vague scrutiny.

"It's just living." Duan Fuhe raised his head and looked directly at him, "I don't have any big ambitions, I just want to survive."

Gu Xincheng narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and said softly, "What's the point of that?"

Duan Fuhe looked at the man for a while, then lowered his head: "Just being alive is quite interesting."

"Even if you let me show you the way, I won't lie to you." Gu Xincheng looked at his thin and erect body, and said word by word, "Even if the prescription is really useful, the Holy Majesty may not be willing to forgive you. No matter how forgiving you are, you will be forgiven." The fate of being exiled, the barren land in the north is difficult to grow, taxation is strict, and thousands of people are starved to death. After all, you are the nephew of Duan Hou, and the thorn in the eye of the Holy Majesty."

I can't get enough to eat, and there is nothing new.

Duan Fuhe smiled wryly for a while, and his heart felt sour: "I wish I could be born into an ordinary family, rich and powerful, and have nothing to do with it."

"But it's all stained. As long as you can avoid death, even if you are exiled for thousands of miles, at least you won't have a knife hanging around your neck all day long. I just want to use a good method to offset the crime and get out of prison. Yao Huang and Wei Zi in Beijing They all bloom very well, and beauty is beauty, but I don't like it."

Fuhe's speech was very bold, basically scolding the imperial power clearly.

But Gu Xincheng smiled slowly.Fuhe was about to raise his head when he heard the laughter, when he felt a icy cold hit his wrist.

The blade was sharp, and the person holding the knife was also very decisive. With a light swipe, a gash appeared on the wrist, and blood flowed down like a trickle.

Gu Xincheng, a scumbag, took the bowl slowly for a few seconds, and spilled a few drops.That means he needs to add a few more drops if he wants to fill it up.

Fu Wo seriously suspected that the male lead was retaliating through this behavior.

He endured.

After the bloodletting, Fuhe's whole body was even more empty. No wonder today's meal seems to have added a lot of blood-enriching ingredients. Should it be said that Gu Xincheng, a thug in a robe, is quite thoughtful?

Gu Xincheng handed a whole bowl of bright red blood to an attendant, and carefully wiped off the blood that was accidentally stained on his fingers with a sheer handkerchief. In contrast, Fu He's wrist was only hastily bandaged.

"There are two medicinal materials that are scarce even in the national treasury, but it is a coincidence that the stock in Duan's warehouse can be replenished. The body of the holy dragon is precious, and ten medicine men need to try it before using it. Mr. Duan, please wait a moment Don't be impatient."

As soon as Gu Xincheng walked out of the prison gate, he threw away the brand new embroidered silk handkerchief, and said in a cold voice, "Watch out, I and the empress don't want any mistakes to happen to this person."

The officials of the Ministry of Punishment humbly smiled: "My lord, don't worry."

Fuhe moved and moved in the cold cell, and after a long time, he finally returned to his old position, half-sitting and leaning against the wall, dizzy, double vision, heartbeat as fast as rain beating drums, and breathing gradually slowed down. smooth.Fuhe thought unresponsively: What happened, he was going to go into shock again!

Hovering on the edge of life and death every day!

Fuhe, who was eager to survive, made a quick decision, grabbed the porcelain pot of wine in his hand, and threw it out with all his strength. The wine pot hit the fence and fell to pieces. Naturally, the movement was very loud, and immediately attracted the attention of the jailer. .

As soon as they saw Fuhe's appearance, their hearts skipped a beat: Hey, his face is blue, his body is soaked in sweat, and he is exhaling more and breathing less. This is a sign of dying.

The jailer had been instructed by his superiors that the person in front of him must not die, so he hurriedly summoned a few people, and called the only old doctor in the prison, to prick the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, goug out the carrion, burn the wound, and use all available life-saving methods superior.

To be honest, the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice has always been filled with living people and dead people. If you really want to treat a lot of people, not only the technique is rough, but the strength is rough, and the pain that the patients need to endure is comparable to going through a layer of hell. .

Fu He didn't know how long he was up and down in the nightmare, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Gu Xincheng's handsome face: "Mr. Duan, welcome to the humble house."