The tide rises and falls, and it is a smoke in just three days.

The jailer of Dali Temple held a board containing roast chicken and white braised chicken, and carried in his arms the gold sore medicine for the treatment of trauma and the analgesic elixir. He cautiously walked to the door of a clean and tidy cell, slowly crouched down and put down the board, then opened the door and brought the meal in with a respectful face.

He slowly put the table in front of the stone bed, and then took out the gold sore medicine and Qingling Pill in his arms, stood aside and said respectfully: "Master Hou, the small one will bring you some food, as well as healing and analgesic medicines, you can use it yourself, and the small one will retreat first, so as not to trouble the upper body." ”

The jailer retreated, he was also afraid of being bumped into by others, and it would be difficult to explain it at that time, and if he was used to excuse himself, he would also be implicated.

The breeze blew in the Dali Temple, blowing all the smells of the distant stinking and coaxing.

The mosquito repellent grass and incense leaves under the weeds emitted a strong smell, refreshing and refreshing, even if they were sleepy, they would be awakened, not to mention that Meng Yu was just lying down, not asleep.

He got up slowly, scratched his head with a headache, then scratched his messy hair, yawned, and looked back at the board under his feet with a helpless face, with a look of surprise.

it!

"Today's meal is really superb, this is the legendary guillotine bar, well, it should be! But I'm a dignified lord, this wine is just burned for nothing, isn't this too unserious about me? Forget it, there is also roast chicken here, and you can also have a good meal. He grumbled, tore off a chicken leg, and ate it with a taste.

The jailer on the side was suddenly stunned, thinking it was funny, where is this severed head wine, this is another jailer heard the order of some big people, and brought good food and good food.

"Haha, yes, yes, there is wine and meat, how can there be no poetry and no words?"

Meng Yu bit the chicken leg, muttered in his mouth, and laughed: "I think I was also talented and resolute back then, and I also had something to write poems in this prison, if I can say some words, it is definitely a word that can be passed down through the ages, right?" ”

The jailer on the side was dumbfounded, thinking: Hou Ye didn't drink either? How did this start talking nonsense?

"Master Hou, are you poisoned? Could it be that today's food is poisonous? No, I secretly tasted it just now, and I'm talking nonsense if it's poisonous......" He couldn't think of a reason, so he could only look at Meng Yu and let him talk nonsense.

The other jailers in the prison also smiled indifferently, looking at Meng Yu with a sneer, thinking it was funny, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud. Not all of them have a close relationship with Meng Yu, and some of them are old fritters in prison, and they don't take a little Hou Ye in their eyes at all.

Meng Yu is too lazy to take care of them, what kind of competition does he have with this group of mountain and wild village husbands, he is now a Hou Ye, how can he compete with this group of people, it doesn't seem that he has no quality.

"Ouch, those old fritters, you dare to mock me, if I don't write a few poems today, I'll be sorry for myself!"

"Huh? What is the theme? ”

Meng Yu touched his chin, suddenly smiled, and said leisurely:

"Sunrise in and out of poverty?

The times are not the same as people.

Therefore spring is not my spring,

Xia is not my summer,

Autumn is not my autumn,

Winter is not my winter.

Like a pool of the four seas,

What is the evil meaning of pervasiveness?

I know what I enjoy,

Six Dragons of Solomusic,

Tune of the Six Dragons,

It makes my heart feel like that.

Why don't you go down. ”

"Haha, spicy, so wet and wet, worthy of a poem written by Mencius, it's so good!"

He laughed obscenely, tore off a chicken leg again, and ate it tastefully, even spraying the spit in his mouth without listening, but he still ate it without mind, thinking of the poem he had just written, and he was in a good mood.

The jailers looked at each other and laughed, and some of them couldn't help but quip: "Master Hou, you didn't write this poem yourself, it was a poem of the pre-Qin Dynasty, and you actually said it was your own, and the little one really didn't dare to agree." ”

This poem is indeed a poem of the pre-Qin Dynasty, Meng Yu originally thought that there was no one here who knew the poem, and he wanted to take it out and make a death to make himself majestic in front of these mountain villagers, but he didn't expect that he was caught without pretending to be successful this time, which really embarrassed him.

Hehe!

This guy actually knew that I plagiarized the poems of the pre-Qin, which is really good, but I didn't expect that there were talented people among the jailers of Dali Temple.

"Haha, that, I'll make a joke for everyone, I think I'm also the youngest Hou Ye in the Tang Dynasty, everyone give me a face, just pretend not to hear this poem, I'll make another one later, this time I won't coax everyone, okay?" Meng Yu smiled slightly, and coughed a few times to relieve the embarrassment of the atmosphere.

The jailers shook their heads and smiled bitterly, saying that they hadn't heard any poetry just now, and then turned their heads to the side and ignored Meng Yu.

Meng Yu smiled helplessly, picked up the white burn, tore off the clothes on his body, slowly poured the wine on his back, let it flow into the crotch of his pants, and cleaned the wound on his buttocks, so as not to cause inflammation in the heat.

Although the white burn was only a dozen degrees, it still made him scream in pain, and his whole body exuded an astonishing internal qi, and the strong aura made the jailer guarding the door on the side frightened, almost thinking that some demon and monster were coming, he looked at Meng Yu in panic, and swallowed the saliva in his throat with difficulty.

"Master Hou, it doesn't hurt so much!? Anyway, you're also a martial artist, so you don't need to shout like that, right? The jailer was shocked and couldn't help but complain.

Then he slowly stood aside and continued to guard himself.

Meng Yu smiled, unscrupulously picked up the Qingling Pill on the side and took it, and then poured the gold sore medicine into his hand, put it into his crotch, wiped it on his buttocks, and screamed in pain.

"Spicy, what kind of gold sore medicine is this, will this medicine be too strong, it really hurts me, damn it!"

He kept touching his ass and was still blowing in his mouth. But this time he was a lot more settled, and he didn't say anything sassy in his mouth, his eyes were lowered, and his heart sank, thinking of the days when he left Chang'an and was far away in Goryeo, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"If the mountain is not high, there is a fairy, and the water is no longer deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Hehe......"

"There is a great deal of talk and laughter, and there is no vain correspondence..."

"Three times to worry about the world, two dynasties to help the hearts of the old ministers."

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect me to fall to this point, I really shouldn't be contaminated with government politics, I don't care about it in the future, haha!"

Suddenly, he was relieved, leaving all right and wrong, good and evil behind, and looked at the roast chicken on the board with a relaxed face, feeling very unsteady.

When the jailers on the side heard this, they all sighed, and they all turned their heads to the side, not daring to say more. They knew that this was a problem between Meng Yu and His Majesty, and they didn't dare to say anything nice or reprimanded, they could only watch this big drama of estrangement between monarchs and ministers.

(To be continued)