Uncle Lin knew that the old man was touching the scene, so he poured the tea and pushed it over with a smile, "You taste this tea, it was sent by the eldest lady yesterday." ”

Shi Huan often sends some new tea, sometimes he brings it by the way, sometimes he asks his subordinates to send it, in short, he sends some tea every once in a while, some of them are rare and difficult to buy famous tea, and some are not how expensive but excellent tea.

For their own masters and young ladies, silver money has never been a measure of whether they are high or low. The royal tribute can be drunk, and the market herbal tea can also be drunk, which is a love of tea, and it must be tasted all over again before it is qualified to taste one or two.

Uncle Lin borrowed this tea and opened the topic, which also dispelled the sorrow in the old man's heart.

Taifu took the teacup, took a sip with a light eyebrow, and nodded, "The tea sent by that girl is always very suitable for my taste...... She understands me. Put it away and let it sit and drink it slowly......"

Uncle Lin shook his head and muttered, "Master, you have put away a lot of tea, Miss sends it every once in a while, but you are always reluctant to drink it, and now this tea is being put on hold for more and more time, and the new tea has become old tea...... What a waste. ”

Taifu smiled softly, "It's okay......"

Half a world for the official, high in the emperor's teacher, the people who send tea are more than one or two, although most of him refuses to go out, but the land is not less, most of the famous products, drink it on weekdays to not feel a pity, but the girl sent, even if it is an ordinary tea cake in this teahouse, he is always reluctant to drink it.

"Let's take it." He said.

Uncle Lin sighed, one loves to give, the other refuses to drink, but they all know each other, but what can be sent is still being sent, and those who don't drink are still reluctant to drink.

If one is really willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

And no matter how much he feels sorry for these teas, he can only accept them according to his words...... This grandfather and grandson, it's good to be happy.

……

Under the same sky and under different roofs, different joys and sorrows are staged.

The maid of the Shi family wants to get married, and the guards of the Gu family want to marry a wife, and such joy is impossible to pass on to the prison set up in Dali Temple outside the city.

The only source of light that could be seen in the innermost and darkest damp cell of the dungeon was a broken candle burning on a small square table not far away, which had lost a small leg and looked like it was about to rot even the wood.

Gu Yanyao lived in it for many days, at first he still calculated the time according to three meals a day, but after arriving on the ground, he gradually slacked off - counting the days one day, the more desperate he became, he didn't know what the outside world was doing, he didn't know what the emperor would do with him, he asked the jailer at the door, and he didn't see anyone come to see him for two days, if it weren't for the three meals a day and someone sent him, he seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.

Helplessness, panic.

And then despair.

It was completely different from the imaginary prison life, there was no interrogation, no forced confession, the time became extraordinarily long for him, and in the rotten and musty prison, only his own breath was left quietly. He no longer wanted to count the rising and sinking of the moon.

Footsteps from far and near.

The man walked quickly, but with light steps, sounding ...... Shortness of breath.

Gu Yanyao didn't open his eyes.

In the early days, every footstep could alarm him, hope, fear, apprehension, complex and chaotic emotions. But now, he has become cold and numb, left and right...... No one cared about him, neither anyone who wanted to save him nor anyone who wanted to kill him.

So, he gradually realized that he was so insignificant.

His father did not seem to be furious enough to kill him immediately, and his brother did not fall impatiently. Seem...... Killing the king and usurping the throne is a thing that is not worth mentioning.

The footsteps are closer.

He lay on the stone bed, turned in, his back to the outside.

The stone bed was covered with straw, and when he turned over, he would inevitably have a few uneven pokes at him, but he was used to it. There were also the occasional rats and bugs passing by, and he was able to turn a blind eye.

Even he was amazed at his adaptability.

Footsteps are closer......

If not, I'm probably outside the cell door. The corners of Gu Yanyao's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart, this last meal was delivered, and this next meal is coming again, day by day, it will be soon...... It would be nice if you could spend the rest of your life here like this in this life.

"Your Highness......" The voice was very low and unfamiliar, and he turned his back to the outside and did not move.

The other party waited for a while, and then called in a very low voice, "Lord Wang...... Lord Xian ......"

Whether it is "His Royal Highness" or "Prince", these two titles are already a little distant and unfamiliar, Gu Yanyao realized it later, and only then did he suddenly remember that this was actually himself.

These days, the jailer who delivered the food did not speak, but only knocked on the iron railing, and then threw the rice bowl into it, and it always spilled a lot, because he was not used to grabbing the food on the ground and swallowing it, so he often had to go hungry.

Maybe...... It won't be long before he gets used to it.

And at this moment, after realizing that the other party was calling him, he got up and turned around with a somewhat slow movement, his movements were slow, his eyes were slow, and he slowly looked over, it was a swarthy and unattractive young man, wearing the clothes of a jailer, but obviously, it did not look like a jailer—since he entered this prison, he had only heard the first few days of people scolding him, a thief.

Later, they didn't even bother to scold him.

"Who are you?" He asked. The voice was as usual, not muffled.

Compared with his "calmness", the other party was extremely nervous and apprehensive, and while looking around, he said quickly in a low voice, "Lord Wang, you listen to the little one, the small one is the person on the left, and the eyeliner placed in the palace." Before Zuo Xiang died, he ordered the little one to come over to find the prince and save the prince out. ”

Gu Yanyao was stunned for a moment, "Dead? How could my grandfather pass away?! Gu Yansheng killed him?! ”

"No......" the young man shook his head, a little sad, "Zuo Xiang committed suicide in prison, and left a bloody note before he died, confessing to his crimes. only said that those things were his own idea, and took out all of His Highness, so that His Highness got this life in this crime of killing his father and betraying the country......"

Gu Yanyao couldn't listen to the latter words.

He has been waiting, waiting for Zuo Xiang to save him, he wants Zuo Xiang to think of a son to save him, he thinks that even if Zuo Xiang doesn't care about blood relationship, but they can be regarded as a relationship of both glory and loss, and Zuo Xiang can't ignore himself no matter what.

So, in the first days, he counted them day by day.

I also complained about the weak blood......

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