"Chirp squeak squeak~~~"

Instinctively probing and patrolling, the weak body and consciousness became as excited as if they were instantly beaten with chicken blood - now the most refreshing thing for me is the most feared mouse cry in the past!

Oily Mouse! Oily Mouse! Oily mouse... Unfortunately, after I shouted and recognized, more than half of the excitement in my body disappeared: this time it was still an old friend, not the oily mouse I was looking forward to.

It can't be said that it is not a good time for an old friend to appear, at least the excitement that has not yet subsided has supported me to eat delicious white rice, but the sleepiness is gradually coming, and I have not yet used up the food when the jailer comes to collect the bowl.

The jailer paused, withdrew his gaze at the bowl I hadn't released yet, and raised his leg to walk away.

"Wait," I called out to him, handing the bowl out, "Take it away." ”

Looking at the remaining half bowl of rice, the jailer didn't take it. "I'll go collect the others first, and you eat yours." His commanding voice was not offensive at all, but made me feel cared for.

It's not that I'm afraid of bothering him, it's that I'm a little sleepy and don't want to eat anymore.

"Good to go." I raised the bowl in my hand and insisted that he take it.

The jailer did not give in anymore, he took the bowl I handed out, skillfully poured the scraps into one wooden barrel, put the bowl into the other, lifted it one by one, and walked as swift as a fly.

Suddenly I was a little envious of him.

Although he was a low-level prison guard in the semi-slave and semi-feudal period, he was in good health, came and went freely, and he could bathe in the bright sunshine when he went out at the moment, which was a pleasant and happy thing for me who had been imprisoned in the hot and humid for days.

Leaning against the slightly chilled dungeon walls, I obeyed my instinctive protest and slowly closed my heavy eyelids to rest.

"Squeak squeak~~~"

It must have been old friends who were playing back and forth, and I should have watched where they were going to adjust my position in case they came closer, but I was so lazy that I didn't even have the strength to move.

"Chirp~~~"

Sure enough, all creatures are afraid of the soft and hard, in the past, when I stared at me with wide eyes and fierce eyes, they were still afraid of me, at least they didn't dare to approach me at that time, but now, the more I don't bother to move, the more arrogant it becomes, and now it actually directly arches my shoes.

Not wanting to open my eyes, I compromised and shifted my feet, hoping that it would be able to play on its own after making room for it, but the little guy clearly didn't appreciate it, and it squeaked and began to hit my shoes again.

This is a naked provocation to my dignity as a human being, right? Anyway, I'm also a higher animal, isn't it, how can a mouse be tortured and humiliated again and again at the top of the natural food chain?

I opened my eyes violently, and I wanted to scare it away with a sharp look and a sudden sound, but it scared me first, and sealed all my anger and timbre in the bud: It's an oily mouse!

"Squeak~~~Woo-"

After two long screams, the oil-haired mouse hooked its head forward, and the neck still made a "whimpering" sound from its mouth, and then it opened its mouth and spit out a white bead.

This mouse is really a god, and the rice bowl of the pearl clam is the rhythm to be grabbed.

"Chirp~~~"

As if saying goodbye, the oily mouse looked at me as if it was penetrating people's hearts, and then turned around and ran, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Silently said "hard work" to the direction where the oil-haired mouse disappeared, picked up the pearl, and after repeated confirmation, I can make sure, this is still a bead that transmits information, and there is only one word on the body of this pearl bead: "Sick!" ”

Sickness!?

Do you want me to fake my illness?

While speculating on the meaning of the message while erasing the handwriting on the hard ground, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that my understanding was correct: think about it, people in the dungeon are not allowed to see anyone other than the jailer casually, for me, as Yingzheng's wife, only if I pretend to be sick can I get Yingzheng's grace to allow the imperial doctor to come in and check the pulse.

However, the person who arranged for him to summon me must not know that according to the true relationship between Yingzheng and me, even if I am sick in prison, Yingzheng may not be able to treat me because I have the title of honorary young envoy's wife.

Sickness?!

has already given me a plan, I should actively cooperate, since I want to leave here, and I am burdened with the identity of Princess Tian Tianxi, who cannot implicate the reputation of Qi State, then try it.

What kind of illness is it good to pretend to be sick?

I obviously felt my head spinning so slowly that it was painful, and I was confused when I thought about the problems that needed to be thought through, but I had to and could only stand up, forcing myself to think about the plan without thinking.

It's just that I may really be numb to the custom of this era that I can lose my head at every turn: "pretending to be sick" should be a hundred thousand urgent things approaching, but I just want to sleep...

"Come to your senses, this is not a joke, this is a matter of life-" The voice of the mention kept echoing in his head, but the eyelids were about to be stubbornly rebellious with the orders of the rebellious mind, regardless of the urgency...

My body is so passive and slacking off, but I can't do anything about it.

I'm dead!

This was my last bit of consciousness before I lost consciousness, and it was my first consciousness after I regained consciousness!

In the dark, the ears gradually have some function of hearing sounds, but they can't hear clearly-sounds? Dark? Didn't I wait in the dungeon for the news of my execution, and now someone from the Qin Palace has come to take me?

A stimulus stimulated the cells of my body, and I sat up in horror, and my eyes were about to open.

"Ma'am?"

It was the voice of the onion, the frightened voice.

Lotions! It's a green onion! I'm finally seeing the green onion again!

"Madame, are you awake? Are you alright? Luo Cong stuffed the copper basin in his hand into the hands of the maid beside him, stumbled and crawled to the edge of the bed, and looked at my face and eyes excitedly: "Madam, are you really okay?" ”

Luo Onion's eyes were full of crystal tears, and I felt at ease with the warmth in the flash.

"What am I?"

I don't know better than anyone if I'm okay or okay, because I don't even know why I'm lying in the dormitory of Qixi Palace at this moment.

"You're sick, it's been more than three days since you returned to the palace from the dungeon, woo woo woo ~~~" Luo Cong spoke, saying that she couldn't control her own feelings, trembling and crying, and said fearfully: "The slave thinks you don't want a slave anymore, wow wow~~~"

Luo Onion must have been suppressed hard enough during this time, it was the first time I had seen her so out of control, even if she had faced death several times in the past, she had never been so out of shape, she was crying like an unreasonable and presumptuous child at the moment.

"Now that I know I want you, that's why you're crying so sadly?" I puffed up my breath and propped myself up and said, "If I go, you'll be much more comfortable, won't you?" ”

Luo Liang paused and looked at me sadly.

"Madame - woo woo woo ~ ~~"

knew that I was teasing her, and tried to stop, but Luo Onion finally involuntarily vented.

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