Cell, dimly lit space.

Only a few oil lamps on either side shone faintly, and when the wind blew them, two were extinguished.

Because I don't see the light of day all year round, even the air I breathe is clammy and cold.

The ground was covered with dirty straw, and on the pile of straw by the wall lay a shivering old man.

Chen Xian looked out through the wooden door of the cell in a daze, and the official in the squad not far away was pinching a small wine jug, snorting from time to time.

He's been locked up here for two days, no, if it is according to the memory of his own body, or according to the memory of the original owner of this body, it should be three days.

After thinking about it for two days and nights in this dark dungeon, Chen Xian finally accepted the reality that he had returned to hundreds of years ago in reluctance - he was in the Ming Dynasty for 12 years, his surname was Chen Mingxian, and he was born in Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture.

The trial three days earlier terrified the former owner of this body, and he died in prison that night, and his own soul, which came from hundreds of years later, took over the magpie's nest and came to this orthodox 12-year prison.

But what's the point?

According to his current physical condition, it is a question of how long he can last in the cold prison of this cold winter, let alone make a contribution or change the world.

Chen Xian couldn't help but think of the girl named Lu Xiaochai in his memory, if it weren't for her many pleas and willingness to pay money to atone for her sins, I am afraid that this body would be smashed to pieces by iron-clad water and fire sticks on the day of the court trial.

According to the provisions of the Ming Law, those who harbor fugitives will be punished with 80 rods at the least, and beheaded at the worst.

According to the lightest rod of eighty, the ransom also costs 1,600 yuan, which is a full 1,600 taels of silver!

When he was not yet deprived of his fame, the monthly food fee he could receive at the school was only one tael of silver, and the hawkers who worked on the streets all the year round often did not earn enough twenty taels of silver a year, not to mention that this was the entire income of the peddler's family.

Is she willing to come up with this astronomical amount of ransom money for herself?

The dull footsteps summoned Chen Xian back to reality, and the short and fat official staggered to the door, picking and looking for the key to open the prison door.

"Chen Xian!" The official stretched out his hand and clasped the vegetable leaves stained on his teeth, squinted at Chen Xian and said: "Master Ban, I have never seen Miss Xiaochai in half my life, you are handsome and handsome, even the Oiran is willing to redeem you." ”

The official said nothing, and without waiting for Chen Xian to respond, he pushed his shoulder and pushed him staggering: "Get out, Miss Xiaochai is waiting for you in the carriage outside." ”

When I left the county office, I saw that the snow was falling, and the ground and the roof ridge had been covered with a thick layer.

A carriage stopped quietly on the side of the road, and in front of the carriage stood a little maid of fifteen or sixteen with double-ring sideburns, who was looking at this side with her head poked in the cold wind.

"Miss, Miss! Chen Gongzi is out! When the little maid saw Chen Xian, her little face that was red from the cold immediately bloomed like a flower.

Chen Xian remembered that this maid's name was Xiao Li, and she was Lu Xiaochai's personal maid, he smiled at Xiao Li, and then walked towards the carriage with his neck bent.

The heavy curtain was lifted from the inside, and Lu Xiaochai looked at him with joyful eyes: "Chen Lang, get in the car quickly......"

The carriage left two deep ruts in the white snow, and slowly drove away from the county office.

The car is burning with special charcoal made by Huancai Pavilion, and although it is snowing heavily outside, this small car is as warm as spring.

As soon as Chen Xian entered this warm environment, he felt the tip of his nose itch, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and nose and sneezing a few times in succession.

Lu Xiaochai hurriedly looked over with concern: "Chen Lang." ”

Chen Xian waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, and then looked at the delicate woman in front of him sincerely, and thanked him seriously: "Xiao Hai, thank you!" ”

Lu Xiaochai was stunned for a moment, obviously a little surprised, every time Chen Lang thanked him before, he was 'Xiaosheng should be rewarded with a grass ring, and he was grateful, very grateful. And so on, but now it's such a simple word.

She thought about it again, maybe Chen Lang was disheartened because he was robbed of his fame, and he no longer regarded himself as a literati.

Thinking of this section, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and called softly: "Chen Lang, if you have no fame, the concubine can go to the mansion to learn from the adult, there will always be a way!" ”

Let a famous prostitute in a green house go to the mansion...... Plea for a lover who has been stripped of his fame?

"No, I don't." Chen Xian smiled, shook his head and refused, but his heart was warm - in this strange world, there is such a charming person who cares about himself selflessly.

He looked at the woman sitting opposite him, as the most famous Qing Qi in Hangzhou City, Lu Xiaochai was able to stand out from the beauties like clouds, which was naturally extraordinary.

Miao Man's figure can be faintly seen under the gray and blue embroidery short jacket, the fine black long hair is curled on the top of the head with a single screw sideburns, and a strand of black hair left out will line her already fair cheeks like the white snow outside the window, coupled with her gentle temperament, she is like a beautiful woman who came out of a book.

Maybe if the shoulders are shaved, the waist is like a prime, the neck is extended, and the quality is exposed, but that's it.

Lu Xiaochai was stared at by Chen Xian's straight eyes for a long time, her heart was shy, and there was a hint of redness on her originally white cheeks, she only felt uncomfortable all over her body at the moment, she could only tighten her whole body, and even her clenched palms were wet with sweat.

Chen Xian saw Lu Xiaochai's embarrassed appearance, which was even more pitiful, he opened his mouth, just wanted to say something but sneezed twice in a row, and then his nose was also a little blocked.

Lu Xiaochai's expression tightened, she subconsciously reached out and touched Chen Xian's forehead with her white fingers, only to feel that the tentacles were hot, so she said worriedly: "It's very hot, it seems to be suffering from a cold, Xiaofeng, let's go back to the ring to collect the building!" ”

The little maid was stunned, turned her head to look at Lu Xiaochai, and was embarrassed: "Miss, Feng Niang will be unhappy......

Lu Xiaochai frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said, "Chen Lang's house is empty, who can take care of him?" I'll beg Feng Niang, and she'll agree! ”

Chen Xian was stunned, no wonder he woke up in the morning and only felt sore shoulders and weak limbs, it turned out that he was already sick at that time.

Listening to Lu Xiaochai talk about no one at home, he remembered that the only old servant in the family ran away with some valuable money on the night when the official came to summon him.

But he still didn't want to make trouble for the woman in front of him, so he said, "A little cold, it's fine." When I get back, just drink some hot water! ”

"What's a cold?" Lu Xiaochai's apricot eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't think about it anymore, and shook his head resolutely: "No, Chen Lang!" You're so hot......"

Chen Xian argued a few more words, but found that he couldn't resist the seemingly obedient woman in front of him at all, so he had to obey her arrangement.

Huancai Building is located in Liucuijing Lane, which is surrounded by water on both sides, and is a three-storey small building with a hilltop, which seems to be to prevent outsiders from prying eyes, and there is a pink wall at the entrance to make a partition, deliberately covering the small hall that enters the door.

After getting out of the car, Lu Xiaochai sighed quietly, and only felt that Chen Lang was very different from what he had seen before, as if the way he spoke had changed after suffering the disaster of imprisonment and reform...... It's more straightforward.

It was still morning, and the building was exceptionally quiet.

As the top brand, Lu Xiaochai's privilege is to have a small courtyard of her own at the back of the building, she introduced Chen Xian into the wing room on the east side, sat on the chair on Chen Xian's side gently, and said softly: "I have already asked Xiaoli to pick up the medicine in person." ”

After speaking, she seemed to be afraid that Chen Xian would be a little uncomfortable, so she smiled and made tea for Chen Xian, and looked at the latter with autumn-like pupils: "Chen Lang will rest for a while, and the concubine will go and talk to Feng Niang." ”

Chen Xian pinched the teacup and looked at the guqin in the elegantly decorated room, feeling a little emotional.

Half a year ago, the former owner of this body and the famous Hangzhou Oiran Lu Xiaochai met on the Wangjiang Bridge, and then it was a story of the scholar and the famous prostitute of the Qinglou, the scholar had no money to go to the Qinglou to spend, but the Oiran went to visit in disguise. Although the two have seen each other less and separated more, they have exchanged letters constantly, and even said two weeks ago that she would redeem herself......

"Bang-" Before Lu Xiaochai could walk to the door, the wooden door was rudely opened.

A middle-aged woman with long and narrow phoenix eyes took two junior runners who ran the hall, pushed open the door and reprimanded him violently: "Xiao Hai, you have already spent all the money for him, isn't this enough to be benevolent and righteous!" ”

"Feng Niang, Chen Gongzi, he is suffering from a cold and is very sick...... Lu Xiaochai stood up nervously, pinching his white fingers to argue.

Feng Niang raised her eyebrows and said aggressively: "I don't care what kind of illness he is!" Let him go! Not to mention that he is a guilty person who has just been released from prison, he is the king of heaven, and if you don't give money, don't want to enter the gate of my Huancai Building! ”

"There is no one in Chen Gongzi's house anymore, if he is alone at home, I am afraid that he will ......" Lu Xiaochai's voice was still soft, although she seemed delicate, she was standing there stubbornly with her lips pursed at the moment, trying to use her slender body to protect the guilty person behind her.

Feng Niang saw Lu Xiaochai's resolute attitude, and her heart softened: "Xiao Chai, it's not that Feng Niang doesn't keep him, it's really that I can't see you wronging yourself!" So many rich and powerful sons and brothers in the entire Hangzhou City admire you, which one is not a famous person? ”

Speaking of this, she changed her tone, raised her hand and pointed at Chen Xian, her eyes were full of disdain: "Look at him again, he was just a poor and sour talent with four walls, and now even his fame has been lost." If you let others know that this kind of person can swagger into the Huancai Building, and even be the guest of the Oiran Lu Xiaochai, wouldn't you laugh off your big teeth? ”

"Feng Niang, you only care about the reputation of Huancailou, but you don't care about Chen Lang's life and death at all?" Lu Xiaochai pursed her lips and said stubbornly.

"That's enough." Chen Xian stood up abruptly.