Ahri nodded slowly, and seeing that Mu Zi had no other orders, his small body jumped down from the small window and left quickly.

When Ahri left, Mu Zi suddenly remembered that his instructions didn't seem to be very reliable.

Looking down at the sleeping Mrs. Wu Anhou, her brows furrowed slightly, I don't know if it was because she was unwell or because she had a nightmare.

used internal force to lower the body temperature of Mrs. Wu'anhou, Mu Zi sighed, looked around at the bare cell, and inexplicably felt a sense of tragedy.

Just when Mu Zi was tired and hungry, she waited for her first meal in the prison.

The food looks pretty good, two vegetables and one meat, as well as a big bowl of porridge and two steamed buns. Hmm, although it can't be compared with the Hou Mansion, at least it's better than Mu Zi imagined, neither bad nor bad, and it still has heat and a little fragrance.

It's just, can she eat this meal? In addition to this meal, and every meal in the future, it's really ...... There are many concerns.

Mu Zi rubbed the corners of her forehead tiredly, and the jailer put the lunch box outside the cell.

As if he knew Mu Zi's concerns, or maybe everyone who lived in the prison was more or less worried that they would lose their lives if they were not careful, his expression was numb, as if he had said it a thousand times before, and said to Mu Zi, "This meal can't kill people!" There has never been an accidental death of someone who didn't deserve to die in the prison! ”

Mu Zi was stunned when she heard this, and deliberately looked at the jailer twice. He has an ordinary appearance, a Chinese face, but it doesn't look like it gives people a square feeling, but is a little feminine, his face is pale, I don't know if it's because he has been in prison for too long and hasn't seen the sun.

After the jailer finished speaking, he left, leaving Mu Zi to think alone.

The lunch box was placed outside the railing, and Mu Zi could choose to take it in and eat it, or not eat it, and wait for a quarter of an hour for the jailer to come in and take the lunch box away.

Mu Zi stared at the not very beautiful lunch box, as if she wanted to see a flower.

Is there a difference between what the jailer said and what he didn't? It's the same "guess you guess guess guess" game!

He said that no one deserved to die had ever died by accident! "So am I damned or not?" Mu Zi muttered in her heart.

Thinking about Cheng Jiang's attitude today and the weight of Wu Anhou in the court, Mu Zi inexplicably has a kind of confidence, at least at this moment, she should belong to the category of "not damning", right?

Think twice and act decisively! Mu Zi brought the lunch box into the cell, stirred all the dishes and porridge again, and then put two chopsticks on each of them.

The taste is indeed very ordinary, but I didn't taste any weird taste, and I didn't feel anything abnormal in my body.

In this way, Mu Zi was a little relieved, and then began to exercise, condensing the dantian, circulating in the muscles and veins of the whole body, and finally reconverging in the chest cavity, pouring into the stomach, and quickly decomposing and digesting the food.

After about a cup of tea, Mu Zi slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

This time she can be sure that there is really no poison in the food!

Helping Mrs. Wu'anhou to sit beside her, Mu Zi picked up the porridge bowl, reheated the porridge with internal force, and fed Mrs. Wu'anhou spoonful by spoonful.

"Mother, what do you think?" Mu Zi helped Mrs. Wu Anhou wipe the corners of her mouth.

Mrs. Wu Anhou shook her head tiredly, "I'm fine!" Just rest for a while! ”

"Then the mother uses more porridge, and only when she is full can she have the strength to nourish her body!" Mu Zi said and fed another spoonful.