If this is the case, Dr. Yuan is indeed not sharp-eyed. He can only analyze the glyph strokes, and does not point out the key points.

"Xie Jiulang, don't be verbose, what left hand and right hand, it's just a word you came up with." Teng Bin's whole mind was spent on how to dye Xie Jiulang's reasoning, and he didn't realize that Xie Jiulang was passing important news to Cha Qingyuan.

Cha Qingyuan bowed slightly to Xie Jiulang, meaning that he understood. After thinking about it again, he understood that it was useless. Who knows which one Teng Bin asked. If it was a straw bag that was not as good as Dr. Yuan, he would have to struggle to debate with Teng Bin.

The jailer finished studying the ink, and Teng Bin had a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to Xie Jiulang: "Xie Langjun, please." ”

Yushu lifted her robe, came to the table, glanced at the transcript of the letters on the table, picked up the pen, and began to write.

Xie Jiulang wrote a word, and Teng Bin secretly speculated in his heart. From his point of view, Xie Jiulang's current book is no different from the one on the white silk. However, whether it is as he thinks or not has to be judged by a special person.

After Yushu wrote, Teng Bin dried the ink and sealed it in front of Cha Qingyuan and Bai Lichen for future reference.

When Yushu returned to the cell, it was already past dinner.

There is a bowl of polenta on the ground, and two jade pillars are placed on the bamboo chopsticks on the rim of the bowl. It was not the coarse porcelain bowl with a gap in the early morning, but a good bowl without a broken mouth. Polenta is also not a thin soup that can illuminate the figure of a person. Thick, with a corny aroma.

Yushu squatted down, looked at it carefully, and made sure that the little mouse didn't steal it, and sighed a little disappointed. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva, resisted the urge to drink the bowl of porridge and stood up, lay on the bed, and looked out the window in a daze.

At this moment, she especially misses the sesame porridge and eggplant tuned made by Zhang's family, the best glutinous balls, and even the singing voice of Yinchuan out of tune. Even if she was anxious, she still had to wait patiently for Teng Shangshu to compare the letters before she could clear her name. Sadly, she didn't have much time to consume. In comparison, blaming Huo Xunmei is not so important.

Yushu was thinking to herself, and the old man's curse sounded again: "It's no better in prison than at home, it's good to have a stutter, sooner or later you have to be a poor and exquisite starving ghost!" Starve you to death! As he spoke, his wrinkled hand took the porridge bowl.

Waiting for the footsteps and cursing to disappear at the end of the aisle, Yushu took out the remaining half of the jade pillar in the morning, broke it little by little and put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was eating wine with Bailiji, and Ah Leopard was at the table.

Hot soup cakes, cabbage-stuffed wontons, almond porridge......

"Tell a story!" I don't know who suddenly came up with a sentence.

"Tell me about Leopard." Someone chimed in.

Yushu curled up in a ball and blocked her ears with her arms. Even so, she can still hear the voices of "storytelling" one after another. Yushu pursed her mouth tightly and didn't say a word.

"Hey, don't talk about it? Don't talk about it. ”

There was another sigh of relief.

Finally quiet.

The blue sky in Yushu's eyes faded little by little, covered with a heavy black veil little by little, and night fell again.

This night, Yushu was woken up three or five times by the little mouse. I don't know where it went to swim and came back hungry, and when I saw that Yushu didn't leave food for it, I squeaked vigorously to vent my dissatisfaction.

Finally managed to get breakfast pie, the little mouse squatted at the entrance of the cave, and the black beans seemed to be staring at the movement outside.

It was still the old hand that sent a bowl of rice porridge, saying that it was porridge, which was similar to rice. The white and chubby grains of rice were about to overflow from the coarse porcelain bowl. Yushu frowned, looked at the bowl of porridge in disbelief for a long time, and hesitated whether to eat it.

The little mouse couldn't wait for Yushu to show it the way, and walked straight to the coarse porcelain bowl full of porridge. Just as it was just one step away from the meal it had been thinking about, Yushu rushed out and blocked its way. The little mouse looked up at Yushu, twisted his buttocks, turned around and ran back into the hole.

Yushu picked up the still warm coarse porcelain bowl, tilted the mouth of the bowl, poured out some rice grains, and retreated to the side to wait quietly.

The little mouse didn't eat all night, how could he stand the temptation and confusion of rice porridge. It looked around, and felt that there was no threat, so it came out again, and ate it deliciously.

The little mouse quickly finished eating and swaggered back into the hole.

Yushu waited for a while and didn't see anything unusual, so she held the porridge bowl and sucked and ate cleanly.

The porridge water entered the abdomen, and Yushu obviously felt that all the limbs and bones were comfortable. She lay on her side on the bed and looked at the door.

After a short time, the old hand came in through the wooden fence. When he saw the empty porridge bowl, the hand visibly paused in mid-air, and a curse sounded, "Hey! If you can't be a starving ghost, you have to be a picky ghost! Pick, pick! Hum! When the prison is a hotel! ”

I don't know if it's because Yushu finally eats, the old voice scolded very happily.

Yushu curled the corners of her lips and said loudly: "Today, I will tell a story about Xiao He Yuexia chasing Han Xin!" ”

"Yo, there's a story to hear!"

"Good! Good! ”

"Hey, you're blind, what are you doing when you listen to the story?"

“……”

"In other words, the king of Han was defeated by the overlord in Pengcheng......" Yushu's muffled voice came from the cell, and the prisoners on both sides of the aisle listened with relish.

The good times of the morning are spent in this well-known story.

At the same time, Teng Bin and Yang Xiangye stayed in the palace to play against His Majesty the Emperor.

"How is Xie Jiulang's case investigated?" His Majesty the Emperor asked leisurely. It seems that Xie Jiulang did not commit a serious crime and was imprisoned, but traveled to other countries.

"Your Majesty, the minister is trying to report this matter to you." Teng Shangshu's expression was serious, and even his tone was slightly low.

His Majesty the Emperor was upright, and he made a deferential gesture.

"Chafu Yin asked Dr. Yuan from Guozijian to help check the handwriting. Dr. Yuan asserted that the letter was not written by Xie Jiulang himself, but the minister did not agree. Saying that, Teng Bin glanced at Yang Xiangye, and seeing that he didn't refute, he continued: "The minister wants to ask Dr. Jixian Hall and Mr. Qiu Yiqiu to identify together, so that they can be cautious enough." ”

"Hmm." His Majesty the Emperor nodded thoughtfully, "It's still you thinking about Zhou Xiang." “

Praised by His Majesty the Emperor, Teng Shangshu smiled slightly.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at Yang Xiangye, who was speechless, and quipped: "It's a wonder that Dr. Cong and Mr. Qiu have joined forces." ”

Yang Xiangye said with his head in his jaw: "Yes, it's really rare." As he spoke, his head tilted, and he asked Teng Shangshu mercilessly, "I don't know if Xie Langjun's injury is healed?" He was weak, and it would be bad if he was found innocent and left half of his life in prison. ”

Hearing this, Teng Shangshu's teeth were sour. scolded secretly: "Lao Yang is not kind! ”

Yang Xiangye added without hesitation, "Teng Shangshu, is that reasonable?" ”