How long has he been on the street, Yu Zhiwei probably has a feeling - he can tell by whether the sun is shining or not. But when he was thrown into the edict prison by the officials, Yu Zhiwei couldn't tell what time it was.

It is no longer bad whether the edict is the edict of Jinyiwei or the edict of Dongchang, Gao Miao is now dismissed, and he can't even pick himself up, and it is impossible to greet the jailer and take care of the Yu family brothers and sisters. What's more, the two of them went to prison, but Qiu Changgong personally took care of them - thinking on his knees, he knew that there would never be a good life.

The shackles on Yu Zhiwei's body were removed, and the shackles were replaced for her to put on, and she was still unable to move.

After the jailer left, she almost dragged her step by step and rubbed towards Yu Jingning.

He had been in front of her when he had been parading through the streets, and she couldn't see him with her flail on. And Fang Cai has hardly moved since the jailer threw Yu Jingning to the ground.

Yu Zhiwei was naturally worried, and hurriedly stepped forward to take a look.

She half-squatted and half-knelt on the ground, and pulled Yu Jingning's head with great difficulty. The young man closed his eyes, his chest fell together, as if he was not breathing, and his chest was blood-colored.

The wounds were still bleeding, and they were all coming through the prison clothes.

Yu Zhiwei probed Yu Jingning's forehead, and the heat scared her, Yu Jingning, this guy is lively on weekdays, so he won't get hot when it rains a few days ago. Nine times out of ten, it burns like this because the wound is completely untreated and worsens.

Except for when a young man is hot-blooded, most ordinary people are greedy for life and afraid of death, even if they are sentenced to be beheaded after the autumn, they still want to live longer. Yu Zhiwei was afraid that Yu Jingning would pass like this, so he hurriedly pushed the person and called, "Big brother? ”

Yu Jingning gasped twice, opened her eyes with great difficulty, glanced at Yu Zhiwei, and opened her mouth for a long time before she spit out two words: "Little Liu." ”

Fortunately, I still know people, and I don't burn up.

Passers-by kindly gave the prisoners something, but the jailer had no right to take it away, and of course, if he really stuffed the gold and silver, the prisoner would naturally not be able to come back.

But what you want to hand over is a kettle or something, of course, it is useless to receive it, and it is naturally left by people.

Yu Zhiwei took out the kettle that Chen Yuexing handed her, handed it to Yu Jingning's mouth and fed him a few mouthfuls. The shackles on his arms were strangely heavy, clanging against the kettle, holding Yu Jingning's head with one hand and the kettle in the other, he really couldn't spare the other hand to hold this annoying thing.

But that thing was really heavy, and before Yu Jingning could take two sips, Yu Zhiwei's hands trembled.

It's fine if your hands are shaking when you're around, but it's not a good thing if your hands are shaking at this time—she's choking.

Yu Zhiwei hurriedly put the water bladder on the ground and upright this guy and patted him on the back. Yu Jingning coughed for a long time before his breathing gradually stabilized. He was barely conscious, and after he stopped coughing, he fell into a coma again.

Yu Zhiwei looked at the kettle on the ground and the shackles on his hands and feet, pursed his lips, and said in his heart, he must really be on Huangquan Road, and he probably won't remember what happened today?

Yu Zhiwei thought about it, so he sat on the ground and quickly found a place for Yu Jingning to put his head. She gently rested Yu Jingning's head on her lap, and then she freed her two hands to get the kettle on the ground.

This time, holding the annoying shackles, Yu Zhiwei finally held the kettle in his hand and let Yu Jingning drink a few sips of water peacefully.

It was cool under the edict, and Yu Zhiwei finally stopped her feeling of being dizzy from the sun under the sun, and finally could think clearly.

Yu Jingning's injury was dragged like this. As soon as she entered the capital, she and Yu Jingning walked separately, and she stayed with the little emperor, but she was safe for a long time.

She didn't know when Yu Jingning was injured, but if the wound had been drenched with rain before it rained, it could only be more serious.

And now looking at his mental state, I'm afraid that it has burned for a long time.

Yu Zhiwei touched his hot forehead, and said in his heart, what if this burns stupidly?

She shook the kettle in her hand, if the jailer didn't give them water to drink, how long could this idea last, listening to this voice, wouldn't this be the bottom!

There was a clanging sound underneath......

Wait, how can this kettle make such a sound?

Yu Zhiwei turned his eyes on and found that there were not a few drops of water, but there were still a lot of shiny things.

She was a little confused - this kettle has a weird belly, if you fill it with something other than water, I'm afraid it can fit in?

For a moment, she began a very rich reverie about the contents of the kettle, and quickly turned her back and poured the contents out.

The spout of the kettle was a little small, and Yu Zhiwei didn't pour out the contents for a long time. She became depressed for no reason, and in a hurry, she slapped the bottom of the kettle a few times. "Bang Dang" All of a sudden, a shiny thing fell out of it, jumped on Yu Jingning's nose, and rolled to the ground.

Yu Jingning was smashed by this thing and opened his eyes violently, looking at Yu Zhiwei inexplicably.

Yu Zhiwei took advantage of the fact that Yu Jingning hadn't noticed where he was lying at this moment, so he quickly covered his eyes and comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, you sleep with yours." After thinking about it, he coaxed a child to add, "Snoring, purring, can't be scared, good." ”

In the past, Yu Jingning held his brother's shelf, stopped in front of Yu Zhiwei, worried about here and there, but as long as he was conscious, there would never be a time for Yu Zhiwei to rush in front to block the knife for him.

Yu Zhiwei sighed, her eldest brother is only seventeen years old, and he is obviously still a half-old child.

It was cold in the edict, Yu Zhiwei was seriously injured last year, and he hadn't recovered for a while, his qi and blood were insufficient, and his hands and feet were cold when he arrived in a cold place. She rested her hand on Yu Jingning's forehead, her palm was cold, Yu Jingning probably felt very comfortable, so she slept again with confidence.

Yu Zhiwei covered Yu Jingning's forehead with his own hand for a long time, feeling that his hands were hot, and Yu Jingning's breathing under his hand gradually stabilized.

She's got the kung fu to take care of the thing that fell.

Yu Zhiwei looked left and right for a long time before he noticed the shiny thing that fell on the ground. She held Yu Jingning in one hand, and stretched out her other hand to reach for the thing, and it took a long time to hold it in her hand.

This shiny thing was picked up by Yu Zhiwei, and he looked at the almost bright light in the edict for a long time, and he was almost about to cry out with joy.

It's really silver!