The clouds dimmed and the sun set, and a wisp of green smoke curled from the kitchen.

Yan Dixia brought two bowls of hot noodles into the hall, one bowl for Sister Rong'er and one bowl for herself.

Seeing that Sister Rong was not skilled in holding chopsticks, he frowned and brought it over and mixed it from the bottom: "My noodles are amazing, the name is five-spice noodles, and I asked Zhang Gui to ask for the soup boiled with shrimp roe and shell, and also added sauce and vinegar sesame crumbs, which is fresh." ”

The snow-white face was dyed orange-red, and then handed it to Sister Rong, who pulled it into her mouth.

"Isn't it delicious?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's delicious." Sister Rong is very face-saving.

Yan Dixia threw the peeled shrimp into her noodles: "My best craft is Bazhen noodles, do you want to eat it?" ”

"Yes!" Sister Rong nodded.

Yan Dixia snorted: "Demon, it's useless to think about it!" ”

Sister Rong suddenly threw her chopsticks on the table, rubbed off the chair and ran out of the hall: "Sister, Sister." ”

Xiao Yuan just entered the door, and saw the little sister running over, looking behind her, tears rolling in her eyes: "Where is my brother?" ”

"Brother will be back in a few days, it'll be fine." Xiao Yuan squatted down and wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and asked with a smile: "Are you hungry?" ”

Sister Rong nodded: "Hungry!" Brother Yan cooked noodles. ”

"Isn't it delicious?" Xiao Yuan touched her head: "Brother Yan is also starting to rejoice in you!" ”

Sister Rong grinned: "It's not delicious." But I also like Brother Yan. ”

Xiao Yuan took out three raw sweet potatoes, bought them from the villagers on the side of the road, and dragged her to the kitchen: "Roasted sweet potatoes for you to eat." ”

"Sweet." Sister Rong smacked her lips and jumped.

Yan Dixia walked back to the table with a calm face, and dared to say that what he did was not delicious, and the demons were all liars, so he didn't like her.

poured Sister Rong'er's bowl of noodles into her own noodles and piled them up into a mountain, and ate them angrily.

The next day, before Xiao Yuan went to find Shen Qishan, a school captain had already come on his own, gave her a bamboo stick, with a straight face, and his tone was not kind: "You can bring clothes and food to visit the Imperial Prison when you are in Shenshi." ”

Xiao Yuan was overjoyed, hurriedly prepared two sets of clothes and wrapped them in brocade cloth, and then went to the street in front of the door to buy a fat hen, clucked and slaughtered, did not go to butter, stewed a casserole thickly, and raised the fire to cook and stir-fry rice, carefully prepared a food box, or before the time, she was already standing in front of the door of Fusi in Beizhen and waiting. Seeing that the butler of Tan Lu Wushuang also came over with a burden, he only lightly bowed his head as a greeting, pursed his lips and did not say much.

After a short time, two lieutenants came to lead the way, and walked into a remote alleyway, the warm sun was difficult to shine, and the walls on both sides were covered with large patches of green and mildew, and an old jailer saw that someone was coming, and he shook a copper spoon around his waist and groped for the lock.

"Go in with him, and stay for a quarter of an hour at most." The two lieutenants covered their noses and shouted, and the steward of the Lu family took out the drums and silver to beat them, and said with a smile: "The official has more hours!" ”

"Three moments, no more." After the school captain finished speaking, he left, and the steward of the Lu family took out the silver to envelop the jailer.

Xiao Yuan watched coldly, secretly thinking that there was really money that could make ghosts grind.

Outside the window, the spring is bright and the sun is warm in the afternoon, and the prison guards still need to carry pine oil lamps to light the way, first go to find Lu Wushuang, there is a stone bed in each room, spread with half-dried straw to the ground, the light is dim, and it is dark and wet when you look at it, if it is not for the name hanging on the prison door, it is really difficult to distinguish who is who.

Looking for Lu Wushuang first, lying on the straw pile did not move, his hair was scattered, and his clothes were ragged and bloodstained, which was miserable.

"Young Master!" The steward of the Lu family shouted in a trembling voice: "When did my grandfather suffer such a crime!" ”

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