"Song Dao!"

As soon as Song Daodao was lying on the bed meditating, a roar came from outside the cell.

I saw Wu Chen rushing in angrily with a sword in his hand.

"My lord, my lord, I can't help it!"

A jailer followed Wu Chen with oil and fire, but he didn't dare to stop Wu Chen openly, and he was afraid that Wu Chen would make trouble.

"Get out of here!"

Song Daodao heard Wu Chen's voice outside the cell, got out of bed lazily, walked to the front of the cell, and leaned on the door.

"Yo, isn't this the eldest prince of Wu, why did you come to this stolen place again?" Song Daodao's words were tingling, and he sneered.

Wu Chen raised his eyebrows angrily, and slammed his palm on the door frame.

"You sent the news to Cao?" Wu Chen asked.

"yes." Song Daodao replied casually, "I know that there are also people from you in this prison, and I will definitely not be able to send the letter directly to Cao Ji, so I still spare a bend." ”

"Okay, you are amazing, I wanted to save your life for the sake of your father's face, but now that you have to die, don't blame me!"

Wu Chen raised his eyebrows and pointed at Song Daodao and threatened.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Wu Chen turned around angrily and left the prison angrily.

The jailer at the beginning saw that Wu Chen had actually done nothing and walked out, so he hurriedly followed, and respectfully sent Wu Chen out of the prison.

"My lord, that's it?"

The jailer saw Wu Chen coming in angrily, looking like he was going to kill Song Daodao, but in the end he just said a cruel word, and he was very puzzled.

Wu Chen glared at the jailer and shouted, "Fool, wouldn't it be right for me to do it to him now. ”

"The adults are wise, the villains are dull, and the villains are dull."

Seeing that Wu Chen had already left the prison, Song Daodao exhaled a long breath and spread it out on the bed again.

To tell the truth, just looking at Wu Chen's momentum just now, Song Daodao was really afraid that this thing would kill himself without caring about anything.

Fortunately, Wu Chen was still evil and didn't really do it.

Late at night, Song Daodao had already fallen asleep.

At this moment, the chains on the cell door rattled.

Song Daodao slowly sat up with sleepy eyes and rubbed his eyes.

"Brother Song, let's go."

Yan He stood outside the door, and Song Daodao's cell door had been opened.

Seeing the situation, Song Daodao was startled and immediately jumped off the bed.

"You're going to escape from prison!"

"What nonsense, Cao Ji wants to see us." Yan He said lightly.

"Cao Qi wants to see us?" Song Daodao confirmed.

Yan He nodded.

Then the two men, led by two jailers, got out of the cell, got into a carriage, and drove out of the cell.

On the way, Song Daodao could already guess what Cao Ji wanted to see him for.

This is nothing more than being tempted by the conditions he proposed during the day, and he came to discuss the details in the middle of the night.

Yan He's face was solemn, and he sat silently on the carriage without saying a word.

Song Daodao arched Gong Yanhe with his elbow and said with a smile: "What do you think, your face is so ugly." Be happy, this time we turned the tables"

Yan He smiled pretending and leaned back on the carriage, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Daodao could probably guess what Yan He was hurting, but he probably didn't know how to speak when he saw Cao Yao.

But he didn't know what to say to lighten the mood, so he could only shut his mouth and sit quietly on the side.

The carriage did not drive to the mansion, but took Song Daoyan and He to a separate courtyard.

With the support of the groom, Song Daodao got out of the car.

"Where is this?"

Song Daodao looked around, and there was an elegant hut in front of him, and there was a gorgeous plaque hanging on the door of the hut, but nothing was written on it.

The hut is surrounded by verdant bamboo, and the house is in the middle of a bamboo forest.

"This is where my mother lived when she died." Yan He got out of the car and said lightly.

Song Daodao looked at Yan He, who had a straight face, nodded, and didn't say anything.

Yan He touched the chai door and looked around at the quiet environment.

"Looks like they're taking us out of town."

"Is this from outside the city?" Song Daodao was shocked.

"Hmm."

The groom arranged the carriage, stepped forward to open the firewood door, and made a gesture of invitation inward.

"Please, two."

"Thank you, little brother."

Song Daodao didn't forget to be polite to the groom.

Yan He pulled Song Daodao into the door with an indifferent face.

This bamboo cottage is small, with only three rooms.

In the middle is a hall, and to the left and right are two bedrooms. The three rooms are joined together to form a house.

On the right side of the house there is an open-air shed with cutting boards, kitchen knives, and cooking utensils in the pot stove.

Some cured hams were tied to the pillars of the shed, and picked vegetables were placed in a corner of the ground.

To the left of the house is a vegetable patch, probably because of the winter, the vegetable patch is covered with a thin layer of snow, and there is no vegetable planted in sight.

The whole house is full of farmhouse atmosphere, not like a place where Shouchun County Commander lives.

It seems that as Yan He said, Mrs. Xiang Shu has really been self-sufficient all the time during her lifetime.

The two opened the door and approached the hall.

The hall is very small, about the size of a six-person room in the dormitory of Song Daodao University.

There is one seat in the middle of the hall, two seats on the left and right sides, and a brazier in the middle of the three seats.

Yan He approached the house and sat silently on the seat on the left.

Song Daodao saw that there was no one in the room, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he just knelt quietly on the seat on the right.

The two waited in the hall for a long time, but no one came in.

"Hiss~"

Song Daodao's legs were numb on his knees, he really couldn't sit still, shook from side to side twice, and rubbed his knees.

"What's wrong?"

Yan He closed his eyes slightly, and still noticed Song Daodao's abnormality.

"You're awake, I thought you were asleep with your eyes closed."

Yan He ignored Song Dao, still straightened his waist, and sat quietly opposite the delivery kilometer.

"You ancients can really sit, and your legs don't hurt."

Saying that, Song Daodao couldn't stand it anymore, so he held the table in front of him with his hand, slowly stood up, and did a few knee exercises.

Seeing that Yan He was still sitting motionless opposite, Song Daodao ran to Yan He and patted Yan He on the shoulder.

"You say, is your father asleep and forgetting about us, why hasn't he come yet?"

"It's better not to come, I don't want to see him." Yan He said lightly.

"Cut!"

Song Daodao waved his hand, stood up, and walked around the hall.

Looking at the bedrooms on the left and right, Song Daodao pointed to the side and asked, "Brother Yan, guess who your father is?" ”

"How do I know?"

Song Daodao couldn't help but say, walked to the door of the bedroom on the left, tiptoed open the door, and poked his head in.

"Not here."

Song Daodao shook his head and walked to the bedroom on the right.

"That's the one who is."

As soon as Song Daodao wanted to open the door, the door of the hall was opened, and a gust of cold wind poured in.

"It's all here, I've been waiting for a long time."