Seventy-two in the cell
The cell of Dali Temple is dim and silent.
The deepest prisoners are all felons, and the death penalty is only to be beheaded, and there is no torture and punishment, no wailing and crying, and they are lifeless.
However, this situation has changed since Gao Xiaoliu came in.
One moment the guqin creaked, the next moment it hummed and chirped, and the next moment it was "cell head, cell head." β
At other times, the prisoners just shouted to break the sky, and the cell bosses ignored it.
But this high school is different.
Although he had the audacity to hurt Liu Siqing and was put on death row, the cell leaders did not dare to treat him as a death row prisoner.
Besides, no condemned prisoner has such treatment, and the cell boss walked in angrily and looked at the cell.
The cell is furnished with withered beds, brocade bedding, guqins, screens, desks, and full of books.
It's just that this noble son is not holding a book and reading hard, but with a pair of feet on the desk, and a book is pillowed behind his neck.
"Master Gao, what do you need?" The cell boss didn't have the heart to ask.
Gao Xiaoliu turned a pen in his hand and said, "I feel that my injury hurts again, and I need to eat some stewed duck head from Cuiminglou." β
"I said Gao Gongzi, these are sent by your family, it was the adults who ordered you to study and cultivate your temperament, don't pick and choose to eat and drink." The cell boss was not angry and said, "The cell has already opened a small stove for you, and you have to go out to buy it, so we won't give you ......."
Before he finished his words, Gao Xiaoliu threw the pen in his hand and walked steadily through the barb-
The cell leader subconsciously stretched out his hand and caught the pen that was thrown away.
"I've got this pen for you." Gao Xiaoliu said.
Pen? What's ..... about a pen, but the high junior of the fairy building, the head of the ..... cell subconsciously checked the pen, this feeling is not a pen..... he couldn't help but raise it and look at the light, and the place where the paint seemed to be shining gold.
Wow, golden!
The cell boss hurriedly stuffed the pen into his arms: "Okay, okay, I'll ask the doctor if you can eat at will." β
Isn't it just a stewed duck's head, in fact, everyone can see that Lord Siqing just wants to lock this kid in a cell, but he doesn't really want him to die, otherwise he wouldn't allow Huixianlou to keep sending things here.
Eating something good is also for healing.
The cell boss went out happily.
Gao Xiaoliu leaned back on the chair and snorted, stretched out his feet, hooked the guqin in his arms, and played with his hand wrapped in a wounded cloth at will, ready to sing some small songs to entertain himself, but the footsteps outside were Dongdong.
The cell boss who had escaped earlier had returned.
"Oh no, no, no." He shouted.
Gao Xiaoliu heeled: "What nonsense are you talking about, you are on death row, what else is bad?" β
The head of the cell turned pale and said, "The chief judge has come to borrow the cell!" β
Gao Xiaoliu sneered again: "Borrow it, borrow it, what's the big deal." β
The cell head sneered with a white face: "Gao Gongzi probably doesn't know that the last time the prosecutor came to borrow it, he directly dragged out the prisoners in the cell and cut off their heads, so as to free up the cell." β
Gao Xiaoliu screamed miserably, holding the guqin and plucking it wildly, and the cell was filled with ghosts crying and wolf howls for a while.
"Dad, I'm going to be killed by Liu Yan, and your family's incense is going to be broken."
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Liu Yan frowned, looked at the official standing in front of him with an uneasy expression, and then looked at the black-clothed guard standing outside the foyer and grinning.
Seeing him coming, Zhu Chuan smiled and said, "Our governor doesn't have time to come in person today, don't mind Lord Liu." β
Liu Yan ignored him and asked the officials, "Is there any room in our cell?" β
The official was even more uneasy when he heard this, and asked carefully: "Is that good, or is it not suitable?" β
Is it true that the Metropolitan Judge has come to borrow a prison cell? Is it deliberately looking for trouble, or deliberately trying to kill someone?
Even if they are locked up in the cells of Dali Temple, some suspects can't wait to complete the process and be convicted according to the law, because for some reason they need to shut up early.
"We just have to say yes or no, that's what we have to do." Liu Yan said, glancing outside, "As for whether it is suitable or not, that is a matter for the Metropolitan Prosecutor to consider, and it has nothing to do with us." β
The official seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and sighed: "That is naturally there." β
It's been quite peaceful lately, and there aren't too many eucalyptus.
Liu Yan said: "Then let the Governor pick it himself." He added, "Bring Gao Xiaoliu out." β
Regardless of whether Liu Yan really wants him to die or fake, no matter what, he can't let him die in the hands of the Metropolitan Inspector, otherwise it will really become a stain on Liu Yan, and the official responded and asked, "Then take Gao Xiaoliu here with an adult?" β
Liu Yan said: "Go to the stable." β
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Gao Xiaoliu struggled all the way and was dragged into the stable, and was not removed from his mouth until he was thrown in.
Gao Xiaoliu snorted a few times and spit out the strangled foam in his mouth.
"Why are you so cowardly, Liu Yan, you are the secretary of Dali Temple, you are afraid of everything." He shouted, "Fight them, you don't dare, let me come, why do you tie me up-"
"Gao Xiaoliu, if you shout again." The cell boss warned, "Lord Siqing said, stuff the horse manure in your mouth!" β
Liu Yan really could do this, Gao Xiaoliu immediately closed his mouth and tightened his mouth.
"This is for your own good, do you think the Metropolitan Judge is as good at talking as our adults?" The cell boss said in a deep voice, "The Metropolitan Judge doesn't owe you a favor to your family, so you can stay here." β
After that, he took the jailers and left, no matter how Gao Xiaoliu shouted, "Send me my bed, my books, my piano, my duck headβ"
The jailers didn't seem to hear a puff of smoke gone.
Gao Xiaoliu spat again, shaking his body.
"Then at least untie the ropes for me!"
He scolded and scolded, from Liu Yan to the chief of the cell, no matter how he scolded him, no one paid attention to it, although it was a horse shed, it was abandoned, and there were no horses.
Gao Xiaoliu was tired of scolding, lying on the dry grass, looking at the sky.
When he doesn't curse or laugh, his facial features become calm, like the sky above his head.
There is no wind today, the clouds in the sky are motionless, and after looking at it for a long time, the heavens and the earth seem to be stagnant.
A wind blew in his ears, and the next moment, the sky changed, the clouds dispersed, and a woman's face appeared in front of him.
Her eyebrows are slender, her eyes are clear, her nose is high, and her whole face is clean and clear.
The fairy weaving clouds in the sky is like this.
Fairies, some familiar ......
Gao Xiaoliu subconsciously screamed, breaking the stagnation between heaven and earth.
"You, how-" he asked.
Qixing raised his hand to his lips: "Shhh β
Gao Xiaoliu stopped his voice, even stopped breathing, and looked at the woman squatting on the stable, only then did he see that she was wearing a gray green shirt common to the miscellaneous servants of Dali Temple, dressed as a man.
As soon as she stretched out, she fell silently, and then squatted beside Gao Xiaoliu.
"Why are you here?" Gao Xiaoliu asked again in a low voice.
Seven Stars whispered, "Come and see you." She looked at his injured hand tied in front of her, "You're hurt." β
She reached out and gently pulled his hand out, holding it in her hand and looking at it.
Oops, she was holding his hand, Gao Xiaoliu shouted in his heart.
In fact, he had already held hands with her before.
In the valley of the night, she took him by the hand, and she jumped off the cliff with him in her arms, and then they rode a horse together, and he hugged her tightly......
Skin-to-skin blind date or something, it's nothing to their kind of friendship that has lived and died together!
But at this moment, Gao Xiaoliu was still a little stiff.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" Seven Stars asked.
Gao Xiaoliu's body softened for another moment, and his voice became muffled, and he muttered, "It hurts." β
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"Has the doctor seen it?"
"I've seen it, several doctors have seen it."
"Can it be back to normal?"
When Qixing asked this sentence, he didn't wait for Gao Xiaoliu to answer, and then continued: "Don't worry if you don't recover well, I'll make you an iron hand, just like the real thing." β
Gao Xiaoliu asked: "Can I gamble cards?" β
Qixing nodded: "Yes." β
Gao Xiaoliu raised his eyebrows again and asked, "Can you win every bet?" β
Qixing smiled: "Isn't it already given to you if you bet to win?" β
Gao Xiaoliu laughed, and the next moment he pulled his hand back hard, and said in a low voice: "My father told you that?" No, it's too dangerous here, don't think -----"
"Your father didn't know I came to see you." Seven Stars interrupted him.
Gao Xiaoliu was stunned, is it really fake?
"Why, do you think that I am a dignified head of the house, and I can't do things without your capital hall?" Qixing said with a smile.
Gao Xiaoliu looked at her, smiled again, and raised his injured hand in front of him: "The kid is ashamed, the head is mighty." β
He didn't ask her again how she did it.
Although his heart is honest, the heart of the capital hall is not.
She told him that he couldn't ask without boundaries.
The best way to keep a secret is to simply not know about it.
"Don't worry." Gao Xiaoliu said, "I'm fine, I live here, and I'm very happy, you see ......"
He was still lying on the ground and pointed to the sky.
"I've never looked at the sky so much, I couldn't see it before."
Qixing suddenly lay down and looked at the sky side by side with Gao Xiaoliu.
"I haven't seen much of it." She said.
She suddenly lay side by side with him, Gao Xiaoliu was startled, it was very dirty here, the abandoned horse shed was dead and rotten, horse manure....
But this thought flashed through her, how could she care about this? He smiled at the corners of his mouth, looked at the sky, and said, "Look, isn't the sky beautiful?" β
Qixing looked at it quietly: "Yes, it's very good-looking." β