There was a crunch.

The fat man only felt that his palms were numb for a while, but when he saw the other fat man who had been slapped by himself and blushed, he only felt dizzy.

"Young Master Shi, I, I didn't mean to,"

The fat man's face trembled like a leper dog yawning, and he kept bending his waist at Shi Yuankang, who was staring at a red slap mark on his face in front of him.

He didn't have any companions in prison, so how could he dare to make a feud with Shi Yuankang, who had four or five thugs under him.

So after finding out that he had hit Shi Yuankang, he immediately confessed and apologized to him.

But Shi Yuankang seemed to be stupid by his slap, staring at him with round eyes for a long time, and then suddenly swallowed a mouthful of spit and roared in his throat.

"How dare you attack the uncle, you give it to me and kill him."

Shi Yuankang's doglegs got the boss's order, and immediately rushed up like vicious dogs, punching and kicking the fat man.

But in a fight, once you get angry, you will always accidentally hurt other people next to you.

So, as those men bumped into the others, a one-sided beating finally turned into a group fight between prisoners.

Zhao Lan quickly buckled the bowl into the clay pot, quickly scooped a bowl of porridge, avoided the group of prisoners around him who were stirred together, lying on the ground and rolling on the ground, and walked safely to the prison where he was.

"Hurry up, Brother Zhao, come in."

As soon as he walked to the door of the prison, Le Tao quickly waved his hand to signal him to come in quickly, and then closed the wooden bar, holding the porridge bowl and looking at the prisoners outside the prison who had been beaten ugly, and exclaimed with a "tsk".

"These people are really crazy, and even the clay jar containing porridge has been broken."

When Zhao Lan heard his words, he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the clay pot, and saw a person lying on the ground with a face full of porridge and soup, and some small clay pot fragments on his head, so he couldn't help but shake his head and continued: "It's a shame that our brother ran fast, otherwise, he wouldn't even have to drink porridge today." ”

The little monk held the porridge bowl to his mouth and took a big sip, then shook his head and said: "Yes, a bowl of clear porridge is the most nourishing, monk When I was out and stayed in Huazhai, I often couldn't get food, starved, sometimes I couldn't eat a meal a day, I didn't expect to be able to let me drink porridge every day in this prison, tsk, little monk, I don't want to leave here." ”

"So I've always wondered why these bandits want to arrest you, you are as poor as a ghost, and you don't look like a rich man." Le Tao sighed helplessly, shook his head and picked up the porridge bowl with a disgusted face, sighed and swallowed a big mouthful and said: "Alas, I drink porridge every day, I really miss Li Sanniang's buns in Bianliang Xicheng back then." ”

"Damn, if you don't want to eat you, don't fight so much."

"It's just that I've shamelessly slapped a whole bowl, and I'm still here crookedly."

There are also some prisoners with sharp eyes, who did not participate in the group fight, and are hiding not far from Le Tao and others at the moment, drinking the porridge soup that is easy to take advantage of in the bowl. Hearing the shameless emotion of Letao and the others, he suddenly shouted out dissatisfied.

When Le Tao heard their complaints, he laughed and ignored them, drank the porridge in the bowl, and threw the bowl into the corner.

Lying on his back on the haystack, Le Tao raised his legs, looked sideways at the battlefield outside the prison that was still fighting each other, and couldn't help but say with contempt: "These people just make themselves unhappy, and they fight with each other at every turn." Don't look at it, how excited those thieves are watching from the side. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Lan and the others looked at Zhao Liu and the others not far away, and found that as Le Tao said, the two of them were touching their chins with great interest, watching these prisoners fight with each other.

Shaking his head with a slight smile, Zhao Lan drank the porridge in the bowl, looked at the still chaotic battlefield outside, looked at the few people on his side suspiciously, and asked, "Don't those bandits care, let them fight until when?" ”

"It depends on how they feel, sometimes this kind of group fight breaks out, and it takes an hour to stop it." Le Tao lazily looked at the swaying figure outside, squinted his eyes slightly and said, suddenly sat up with a surprised expression on his face, looked at the two robbers who suddenly came over to stop the prisoners from fighting, and said suspiciously: "It's really strange, why did you stop it so quickly this time." ”

Several people looked outside when they heard this, but found that Zhao Liu and the others had already rushed into the crowd with knives, slapped the crowd with the back of the knife, and angrily forced the prisoners with blue noses and swollen faces to return to the prison where they were.

"That's not right."

Looking at the movements of Zhao Liu, Le Tao wiped the black and gray faces on his face, rubbed off a layer of black ash, and said with a suspicious tone: "Shouldn't these bandits continue to sit aside and watch the play, why ...... this time?" Wow! ”

He was only halfway through his words when he suddenly looked at the entrance of the prison corridor as if he had been electrocuted, and with a scream.

But there are many people in the prison who have the same expression as him at the moment, even the little monk and the little Taoist priest beside Zhao Lan have this look of being electrocuted.

None of them.

At this moment, there was a quiet girl in a dress, carrying a brown square box, standing at the door of the prison.

Zhao Lan glanced at the girl standing at the door, and suddenly felt a sense of amazement.

The white and blue floral skirt descended from the chest, and the light blue jacket was embroidered with a few wisps of light smoke, standing slim in this strange atmosphere of the prison, but adding a touch of eternal softness.

The simple bun of the snake on the head is tightly tied to the top of the head by a golden horizontal hairpin, and the goose-egg-shaped face is lightly fattened, which corresponds to the poem written by a poet named Li Bai in this world.

Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving.

couldn't help but sigh at the talent of romantic poets in this world, and Zhao Lan looked away.

"How did the little lady get here?"

After Zhao Liu shouted and put the prisoner in the prison, he walked up to the girl standing at the entrance, bowed to her respectfully, and bent slightly to ask her.

The quiet girl bowed back to Zhao Liu, and then said to him: "Daddy asked me to bring food to a proton named Zhao Lan, and I don't know which one is Zhao Guanren." ”

Zhao Lan!?

Who is Zhao Lan?

Hearing the man referred to in this woman's words, everyone instantly let go of the grudge they had just resolved in the fight, and looked around, waiting for the man named Zhao Lan to stand up.

"Zhao Zhao, Brother Zhao, this little lady is looking for your ......"

Le Tao's eyes seemed to be attracted by the woman, looking at the girl with a smile on her face, her hand waved at her side and touched Zhao Lan's body, tugging at his clothes, and stammered.

Looking for me?

Zhao Lan sat up suspiciously, looked at the girl not far away again, and then turned her gaze to the lunch box in her hand.