It was night, in the prison of Fengtianfu.

A few jailers were leaning on the tables outside drinking, while the oil lamps hanging on the walls of the cells were swaying in the wind.

Zhou Tong curled up in the weeds weakly, his hands and feet hung unnaturally on the ground, and his hair fell down, covering most of his face.

His lips were covered in dry cracks, blood could be seen on his body, whip marks on his exposed skin, and a scar under his right ear that spread to his jaw, which looked particularly hideous.

Zhou Tong tilted his head slightly, listening to the sound of the jailers outside drinking and laughing, and looked at the top of the cell with a pair of dead eyes.

He had never done anything bad in his life, let alone hurt anyone.

He was kind to others, he tried his best to help others, he never dared to be a traitor, let alone make mistakes......

But why, in the end, did he end up like this?

The laughter in my ears suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of footsteps outside the cell door.

Zhou Tong heard someone come and opened the cell door and walked in, and without even looking back, he said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't kill anyone...... I have not committed adultery with anyone...... I will not confess my sin, never! ”

If he confesses, what will happen to his children, what will happen to his wife and mother?

Who can tolerate a murderer who commits adultery? How will Yuan'er and Xiu'er survive in the future?

There was no answer for a long time before the cell door.

The whip that should have fallen on him did not fall.

Zhou Tong couldn't help but turn his head sideways, but found that it was not a jailer standing in the prison, but a young man in a brocade and white suit.

With a fair face, sharp eyebrows and eyes, red lips and black eyes, the momentum that is incompatible with the prison is impossible to ignore.

Zhou Tong's vision was a little blurred, and he heard the young man's voice.

"Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Tong was stunned for a moment, and vaguely remembered that someone had called him like this.

But before he could come to his senses, he saw the young man approaching and stretched out his hand to touch him.

Zhou Tong was taken aback, and the whole person subconsciously hid backwards, and hissed: "Who are you, don't touch me!" ”

Jiang Yunqing looked at Zhou Tong's injury, saw his frightened eyes, and felt anger in his heart, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Uncle Zhou, it's me."

"A month ago, at the foot of Xishan, you sent me back to Beijing."

"Do you remember, you gave me thirty-two copper plates, and I said I would repay you."

Zhou Tong listened to Jiang Yunqing's words and suddenly fell into a trance.

Uncle, what's your name?

You tell me your name, and when I find my loved ones, I will repay you.

Uncle Zhou, good people will be rewarded.

……

"It's ...... you"

Zhou Tong remembered the girl who was taken back to the capital by him from the foot of the West Mountain to find relatives.

At that time, the girl said that her family had suffered a disaster and came to Beijing to join her relatives, because he had seen too much of the hot and cold world, and he was afraid that she would suffer, so he gave her all the copper plates on his body, and she smiled and said that she would repay him.

Zhou Tong only thought she was joking at the time, and never took this matter to heart, but he didn't expect to see her in this situation.

"Why are you here?"

Zhou Tong said in a low voice, "How can you come in here......"

Jiang Yunqing squatted beside him and said, "I asked a friend to send me in." ”

"I originally went to Shenjia Xiuzhuang to find you, and I wanted to repay the kindness of that day, but I only found out that something happened to you, I already know about Shenjiaxiuzhuang, and I will help you."