Fu Xiao's roar was not loud, but in this quiet and empty cell, there was a lot of movement.

Several of the criminals in the other cells were frightened.

The punishment that Yichun used on Fu Xiao was too penetrating, and his desperate and painful roar that day seemed to still linger in their ears.

But now his hands and feet are tied, and he can't even commit suicide.

Yi Chun was stunned, looked at the eyes of the daw, and there was a strange look.

The latter didn't care, but still didn't plan to pay attention to Fu Xiao and left with his feet up.

Si Han arrived in a hurry later, Fu Xiao was excited, and the wound was torn again, if he hadn't handled it properly, Fu Xiao would have easily died from a burst bladder.

Yi Chun figured out that Qi Yao was deliberately stimulating Fu Xiao, but he didn't understand why he didn't ask directly, but he didn't plan to say anything more when he saw Qi Yao's appearance, so after sending him back to the post station, he left.

When Nanyan received the news, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, and he looked forward to what happened next.

……

The reputation suffered during the day, and he didn't show up obediently, but fortunately, the house was big enough, and the scenery was good, enough for him to wander around and spend time.

Night was approaching, Nanshui stayed in the bedroom hopelessly for a day, she tried to escape countless times, but Fuchen was like a dog skin plaster, always sticking to her every inch.

"Eldest princess, the weather is hot, do you want to rest after bathing?"

Nan Shui was indeed sweating hot, and the materials of her clothes now were far less breathable and cool than the ones she wore before, so she already resented Nan Yan's thoughts, and she had a little more.

Seeing that Nanshui was silent, Fuchen didn't care, and directly called someone to prepare hot water.

washed away the stickiness of his body, and Nanshui was finally in a better mood.

She went back to the bed and sat down, not letting Fuchen twist her hair for her, and said:

"The palace is going to rest, you can go out."

Fuchen didn't ramble anymore this time, and went out directly to close the door and leave.

Nanshui was suffocated, and hurriedly touched his pulse, but he didn't notice it, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at the shadow of Fuchen outside the window, walked to the window lightly, looked at the quiet corridor outside, rolled her eyes, and turned around to move a small pestle.

She climbed through the window and evaded the patrolling guards until she reached the edge of the flowers in the courtyard.

It was already completely dark, and she saw a man sitting in a gazebo, drinking alone.

Although it is just the back, I feel that the other party must be a person with a temperament.

His fingers were slender, his shoulders were wide and his hips were narrow, his ink hair was scattered on his back, and the breeze was blowing, and he also brought up a few strands of green silk, which made Nanshui can't help but speculate.

After all, she was already a person who had tasted the woman's thing yesterday, which made her feel a few more times in her heart at this time.

Nanshui's footsteps have followed her mind, approaching like a man.

She didn't notice that her breathing had become a little rapid.

He drank another glass of wine, mellow and fragrant, and the aftertaste was endless.

He sighed, and suddenly thought a little about his former wife and children.

Although his family background is average and his appearance is average, he is fortunately well-behaved and obedient, how dare he dare to kick him out of the room and humiliate him.

But now, not only has he been wronged, but he doesn't even have a place to reason.

In the midst of compassion, a sudden fragrance came from the tip of his nose.

This is the smell of Nanshui, which Yi Yao had carved into his mind last night.

However, before he could react, two white and smooth arms had already wrapped around his neck.

Immediately after, a warm breath ran down his ears and went straight to his heart......