After dressing as a villain national teacher

What's more, if you just push it in through the cell door, you don't have to worry about danger or the national teacher escaping from prison. The jailer quickly went outside to find hay.

After Wen Leng solved the problem of eating, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

"My lord, the hay you want is here." The jailer carefully stuffed the hay through the gap in the grille of the cell door, and he was relieved when he saw that the national teacher did not do anything else.

Wen Leng rolled his eyelids, and after the jailer stuffed the hay and left, he still didn't move.

Xu Shi finally felt the ground was cold, Wen Leng got up, patted the dust on the robe behind him, and carried the hay back to the wall that he was leaning against just now.

The jailer had the benefit of being gentle, and the hay he found was fluffy and soft, and the weight was also sufficient.Just when it was finished, Wen Leng lay on it and stretched his whole body.

Wen Leng sat on the dry grass with a weed in his mouth, looking a bit cynical.

In fact, he was just very bored, had nothing to do, and was waiting for the meal to come.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long for the food. The jailer sneaked in with a red sandalwood box, wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Master, I brought you the food, although it's not as big as it is." Restaurant, but the food is also good.”

Wen Leng took the straw out of his mouth very naturally, and understood: "It's hard work, I know that it's not easy for you to get better ones."

The jailer was a little flattered, he didn't expect to get a compliment from the national teacher, he sincerely smiled, it was no longer a false smile deliberately shown for money.

"Then eat it raw, just put it away after eating, and the servant will come and collect it later."

"okay."

Wen Leng responded lightly, and the jailer stayed away and went about his own business.

Wen Leng took the good-colored food in the food box to the side of the hay shop, sat down with his legs crossed, and ate gracefully.After eating, he put the dishes back into the food box outside the iron fence.

The jailer in the middle came over to pack the food box and stopped bothering him.

There was only a small window in the sky prison, and some moonlight shone in. Wen Leng looked at the stars in the sky through the fence on the small window, and suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.

It has been almost two months since he entered the book, and he seems to have been devoting himself to dealing with people and things related to the national teacher, but he has never calmed down to think about it.

Is this kind of life really what you want?

The answer would come out of his heart very quickly, he didn't want to.

But there is no way, he was involved in a weird shackle, unable to break free, he could only act according to the rules inside, otherwise he would be completely obliterated.

Sometimes he also feels bored and hates being controlled, so he can be free and easy if he can't think about it sloppyly. Why is he forced to do so many things he doesn't want to do.

But no, he spared his life.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not make such a hasty decision.

Thoughts were ups and downs, passing by the faces of all kinds of people, including Qian Gonggong and A Lian, Jing Ran and Mei Yao, Situ Zhan and Liu Junyi, and finally Xiao Jin's face flashed past...

Wen Leng's feelings towards these people are very complicated, some feel guilty, some admire, and some hate, but for the little emperor, these feelings are mixed together, and maybe there are other things.

The single feeling for the first few people will always make him feel unreal, as if they are just characters in the book, not real people.

However, his feelings for Xiao Jin are very complicated, which makes him feel like he is really living in this book world.

However, he still hated Xiao Jin so much that his teeth itch, and he suddenly thought regretfully, if the little emperor didn't want to torture and kill him in the end, he might have the idea of ​​making friends with him...

After all, dancing that day was really amazing...

Wen Leng thought in a daze, and then fell into a deep sleep.

After Xiao Jin sent Wen Leng to the prison, he never came out of the imperial study. From time to time, the picture of the national teacher drinking the "poisoned wine" without hesitation would appear in his mind, so that he lost his mood for dinner.

After the priest came back, Zhou Mingyu, Han Zilie and the others had been admonishing him to kill Wen Leng to avoid future troubles.

He directly ordered the national teacher to be imprisoned in the sky prison, and the name was to use the national teacher as a bait to attract the left and right envoys of the national teacher's hall, and wiped them out in one fell swoop.

It's just that he could fool those courtiers, but he couldn't fool himself.

All these abnormal behaviors were due to the reluctance in his heart when they said they were going to kill the national teacher.

I don't want to kill the national teacher.

He still hasn't figured it out yet, why did he have such an idea?

In the end, it can only be classified as general, to determine whether the national teacher is the mysterious person that night...

Not far from the cell where Wen Leng was, a man in a black robe and a gold crown suddenly appeared. It was Xiao Jin who was disturbed by the images in his mind and decided to come to the prison in person.

The jailer next to him was trembling with fright. He was guilty of worrying that the emperor knew about his secret deal with the national teacher, and he was also afraid that the emperor would drag the national teacher outside and kill him in a fit of anger. He hadn't got the gem yet...

The Son of Heaven is so majestic that he doesn't even have the guts to look directly at him, so he can only lower his head and be full of fear and anxiety.

"You go out." Xiao Jin whispered.

Hearing the emperor talking to him, the jailer hurriedly raised his head and retreated to guard outside.

The voices of the two were not high, and they were still eight or nine steps away from the cell, so Wen Leng, who was soundly asleep, did not hear them.

Xiao Jin walked slowly outside the cell, looking at Wen Leng, who was curled up and sleeping on the hay, in a daze.

Even though he was in a mess and imprisoned in the depths, the national teacher's sleeping face was still peaceful, as if he was in his own palace.

There is no contrast between the national teacher and this prison cell, as if such a celestial figure is a kind of profanity in the prison cell, his face is more delicate and beautiful under the cold moonlight.

Xiao Jin had a sarcastic smile on his lips, what a deceptive face!

After watching for a while, Xiao Jin turned around and left. Wen Leng, who was dreaming sweetly, had no idea that the little emperor would condescend to see him as a prisoner in person while he was asleep...

On the second day, Wen Leng got up in the morning and moved his arms and legs, and the soreness and discomfort from sleeping on the hay all night was slightly relieved.

He had a good dream last night, dreaming of a beautiful woman who is so beautiful.

At that time, he was hugging the beauty, laughing wildly in his heart, almost waking up from the laughter, and then watching the beauty dance and eating the wine brought to his mouth by the beauty, not to mention how pleasant it is!

However, looking at the dilapidated cell in front of him, Wen Leng yawned sleepily, and when he woke up, everything was empty...

What a tragedy!

As usual, the jailer delivered three meals a day to Wen Leng. During this period, he thought he secretly peeked at Wen Leng several times, as if he wanted to say something, but Wen Leng noticed it, but didn't care.

In the end, the jailer still didn't say anything. The emperor obviously came secretly last night, and it was difficult for him to reveal the emperor's whereabouts to the national teacher.

Therefore, Xiao Jin's visit to the sky prison at night was left in the dust, and no one knew about it...