The next day, Yan Yingzhou asked Dou Yiming what bracelet was the best-looking.

Dou Yiming looked confused.

But he sensed a hint of relief in the boss's eyes.

It's like, the cabbage that has been raised so hard can finally be arched?

This is the first time that the boss has been a little interested in something other than investigating crimes.

Dou Yiming felt that if he didn't say something, it seemed to be a bit of a big deal.

"Boss, I think, aren't all bracelets round? It looks pretty much the same. ”

"Really?" Yan Yingzhou groaned, "Then what do you think is special?" ”

Dou Yiming patted his head and understood, the boss wanted to give a gift to his sister-in-law.

He racked his brains and thought for a long time, took something out of the cell, and said proudly: "Boss, look! ”

"We are people in prison, and sending such a thing to my sister-in-law can make her think of you all the time, and show your heart, boss."

Yan Yingzhou's gaze fell on the shackles.

"Huh?"

Dou Yiming's eyebrows flew and danced: "The heart of locking my sister-in-law by my side for the rest of my life!" ”

Yan Yingzhou glanced at him lightly, "Put it back." ”

Dou Yiming suddenly wilted, let out an "oh", walked back with the shackles, and muttered: "If you find someone who is painted red, you can still hang your clothes." ”

Yan Yingzhou ignored him.

But Beans is right about one thing.

Yan Yingzhou lowered her head and smiled, yes, she imprisoned her heart and her people forever.

Later.

Hong Aya came to Ruan Si again.

She held a small purse in her hand and threw it one by one, insisting on inviting Ruan Si to eat stinky tofu.

Ruan Si smiled and went with her.

Hong Aya ordered more than a dozen servings of stinky tofu in one go.

The stall owner was dumbfounded, for fear that Hong Aya would suddenly regret it and fry the remaining stinky tofu in one go.

Hong Aya sat on the side of the road with her cheeks up, her cheeks bulging.

Ruan Si poked her cheeks and said with a smile: "What's the matter, are you still angry with Pei Zhiyang?" ”

"Not really!" Hong Aya shook her head and said, "I have a lot of bracelets in my house, and my mother will buy them for me in whatever color I want." ”

As if deliberately emphasized, she repeated: "I won't even look at any white jade bracelet." ”

"I suddenly remembered," Ruan Si smiled, "what did you say before you ate stinky tofu for the first time, and it seems that you said something else after eating." ”

It's so fragrant.

Hong Aya slapped her face at that time.

This time, it may also be a large-scale real incense scene.

Fortunately, the stall owner sent a few plates of fried stinky tofu, and said with a smile: "The guest officer is slow to use." ”

She quickly sandwiched a piece of stinky tofu and sent it to her mouth without blowing.

"Huhu...... Delicious! Jojo, by the way, that cousin of yours has been making my aunt so angry lately. ”

Ruan Si is not surprised.

Hong Aya said while eating: "It's strange to say, my aunt asked Cousin Song to visit Liu Ruying for her, saying that it was inconvenient for her to go. ”

Ruan Si said suspiciously: "Even if you send someone, you sisters should be allowed to go." ”

"Yes." Hong Aya said vaguely, "Cousin Song just entered the garden, and after a while, he ran away with a red face. ”

"My aunt also called him to go, saying that he only needed to honor the woman as an aunt and visit her from time to time."

Ruan Si understood that Jiang Song was being used as a pawn.

She remembered the events of her previous life, and her eyes fell on Hong Aya.

Hong Aya's eating appearance made Ruan think of a little squirrel with pine nuts in his mouth.

The indescribable naivety is cute.

Ruan Si thought to himself, no matter what kind of trouble Jiang Song was involved in, as long as he stayed away from Aya.

Liu Ruying has been raising a baby in Jiang's house for more than ten days.

Mrs. Jiang hated it so much, but Jiang Junshou lost several children a few years ago, and she valued the child in Liu Ruying's belly very much.

She had to press down and urge Jiang Song to visit Liu Ruying one after another.

After Jiang Cong learned about it, he secretly asked his mother about his plans and scolded his mother for being confused, "If you compensate that concubine, who will marry Hong Aya's girl?" ”

Mrs. Jiang was angry, and said angrily: "That little slut is about to step on your mother's face, is she going to be powerful at home?" ”

Jiang Cong reprimanded: "You women, you are only jealous in your eyes all day long, your parents are short, and your eyelids are really shallow. ”

Mrs. Jiang held back her anger and re-discussed with Jiang Cong.

Jiang Cong said: "Okay, anyway, sooner or later, Hong Aya will have to eat that medicine, let others taste it first." ”

He was talking about the drugs commonly used in the Fengyue Place.

Mrs. Jiang is a woman after all, and she is silent when she talks about this.

"Another day, I'll ask my henchmen to find a secret person I know to secretly buy some back. Mother, don't worry, I have a chess piece besides Jiang Song. ”

Mrs. Jiang was a little worried and asked, "Who is it?" ”

Jiang Cong smiled sinisterly.

"Yao Yu."

On this day, if it is only here, then everything is relatively peaceful.

In Linquan Prison, Yan Yingzhou inspected the cell as usual.

Many prisoners feel that the Prison Master seems to have a little bit of a ...... today Approachable.

He took the initiative to ask a handcuffed prisoner: "Is it ice on your hands?" ”

Flattered, the prisoner shook his head and said, "No, ah, it's cold." ”

Yan Yingzhou groaned: "Will the jade be better?" ”

After he left, the prisoner muttered, "I didn't expect that I would be able to wear jade handcuffs in my lifetime......"

All the prison guards have been replaced these days.

I heard that the dozen or so new jailers are all first-class good hands.

And they are all dart masters who were assigned by the eldest brother of the prison master from the Yangwei Dart Bureau.

These new jailers obeyed Lord Yan's orders, and were usually strictly disciplined, never beating and scolding prisoners.

The prisoners felt that Lord Yan was indeed the light of the prison.

But no one knew that it was Yan Yingzhou who went to the secret prison to deliver food to the prisoners in the past few days.

After inspecting all the cells, Yan Yingzhou sent away the jailer who followed him, carrying the food box alone to the fork in the road to the dark prison.

That secret prison was in the deepest part of the Linquan Prison.

There were many hidden arrows on the road, and they were all removed by him one by one.

In front of the dark cell door, there was only an oil lamp that flickered inexplicably, faintly illuminating the dark door.

It was a heavy stone door, and there was a window in the middle of the stone door, through which a figure could be faintly seen.

Yan Yingzhou put the food by the window as usual.

There was the sound of chains rustling in the dark prison.

A pair of handcuffed and chained hands hold the bowl.

He was old, thin, covered in scabs, and his fingers seemed to have been broken and rejoined.

He stared at the hands without saying a word.

He waited quietly until the hands had taken the meal away and put the empty bowl back on the window.

A weak voice came from the dungeon, so hoarse that it seemed to have been worn on sandpaper.

"It's the fifth day."

This is the fifth time Yan Yingzhou has come to deliver food to him.

"What the hell are you trying to ask?"

Yan Yingzhou was still speechless.

The man in the dark prison laughed wildly, "Whatever you want to ask, I won't say a word." The heartbroken man is not even afraid of death, hahaha. ”

He spoke intermittently, coughing several times from agitation, and it seemed that even his lungs were about to cough out.

Yan Yingzhou said lightly: "If your intestines are broken, you won't be able to eat, right?" ”

There was a moment of silence in the dark cell.

"I'm not afraid of death, but what about the darkness?"

Yan Yingzhou turned around and blew out the oil lamp at the door.

It was the only source of light in the dungeon.

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