The sneezing startled Tunan, who was hugging the quilt, and she turned around with a concerned expression:

"Girl, you're getting cold."

Zhao Surui wanted to wave his hand, but he was still reluctant to hold the small stove in his arms, he sniffed and said in a disdainful tone:

"It's because I'm in poor health, not cold."

Tu Nan was helpless, turned around and continued to arrange the bedding.

Zhao Surui watched her movements and shrank again.

Today is the third day he has been in prison, and the imperial history of the city patrol naturally does not dare to snub him, he insists on living in prison, and the man hates to move his house to him, but it is still cold.

Prison cells, after all, are prison cells.

Even if there is a ventilated window in this room, it is winter, and there is less musty smell, it still makes Zhao Surui, who is used to eating in brocade clothes, feel unbearable.

On the first night, he was covered with a thick cotton mat and a new quilt, and he could still smell the stench creeping up like vines from the cracks in the bricks.

It was a smell that could not be described in words, blood, feces, tears, and darkness and dust that could not be seen were mixed together, and even if it was rinsed with clean water 800 times and covered with a foot of loess, I am afraid that it could not completely cover up this smell.

Although he was born in a family of gold and jade, Zhao Surui is not really unsuffered.

Practicing martial arts is to endure hardships, and being a prince and emperor is not all about peace and leisure, not to mention that he has also been on the battlefield, and has lived and eaten with soldiers in the grasslands and deserts of the northwest for half a year.

It's just that at that time, either I was tired and couldn't take care of the mental pulp at all, and I didn't want to be bitter or not, or I was excited to talk to people about the tactics of war and about killing the enemy, even if it was bitter, I was willing to eat it.

There was no one in the cell to speak to, and there were no thousands of enemy heads for him to cut down.

Only the sporadic snow blown in by the moonlight, and the footsteps of the jailers patrolling back and forth in the corridors of the cells.

On such a sleepless night, Zhao Surui lay on the bed, and the only thing he could think about was Shen Sanrui.

Looking at the remnants of Shen Sanru's youth in the Shen family's mansion, Zhao Surui couldn't associate them with the sinister, cunning and mean Shen Sanru now.

There is a talented and open-minded father.

There is a sassy and sparse mother who really loves her daughter.

Compared to his father, who was open-minded on the surface but was actually suspicious and had a good reputation, and refused to believe him until he died.

Compared to his queen mother who covered his eyes and refused to look, covered his ears and refused to listen, and dreamed that he would die for his royal brother.

Shen Sanzhu has a pair of good fathers and mothers that he never dreamed of.

But she became like this.

A rare fanatic in the world, a backbone that is difficult to find in ancient and modern times, stealing the throne and using the imperial power without permission......

"She deserves to be the emperor, and she mocks me for using power? Hmph!"

"Pretend and shed tears!"

Remembering that day, when he saw Shen Sanrui standing in front of Shen's house and crying with his own body, Zhao Surui turned over angrily, and he didn't care about the smell or not.

After a few moments, he flipped it over again.

"Can Shen Sanqu save me from me? What if she puts on an emperor shelf and fishes me directly? Doesn't that make me an impatient puppet, but I have to rely on her as an emperor to save me?" ….

Thinking about it, Zhao Surui even had a picture in his mind - the person knelt all the way to the door of the cell from the door of the yamen, he, the dignified Emperor Zhaode, sat in the cell, poor Baba was disheveled, and Shen Sanjun, who was wearing a dragon robe, strode in to save him out.

Phew!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his heart was on fire, and there were three braziers in the single room of this cell, which made him more and more hot.

When he woke up the next day, he found that the charcoal basin was extinguished, and most of the quilt on his body fell to the ground.

Looking at the broth and oil cakes that the jailer bought from outside was not appetizing,

At this time, Zhao Surui felt that life was difficult.

The jailer had been beaten by the peak, and he didn't dare

It's rude to him, but that's it, it's not even good to pour a pot of water.

Sitting against the wall wrapped in a quilt, I felt sweaty and uncomfortable for a while, and a cool breeze drilled through my temples and into my head.

Zhao Surui simply stood up and walked around the cell, moving his muscles and bones while also giving himself something to do.

When Tu Nan appeared in the cell with a large burden on his back, he saw the "girl from home" circling in the cell with her hair draped, her feet stained with dead grass leaves, and her clothes were wrinkled.

"Girl?"

"Tunan!"

As soon as he saw Tu Nan, Zhao Surui's eyes widened.

The jailer opened the cell door, and Tu Nan brought her a change of clothes and a book she was reading.

Of course, what made Zhao Surui the happiest was the stewed lamb chops brought by Tu Nan.

This time, the mutton is very light, the soup is white and tender, as if it has just been boiled in a pot with water, but it is full of fragrance, the bamboo food box is carefully padded with cotton cloth, and the soup is still hot, Zhao Surui is not picky, he took a big sip, and immediately felt that all the tricks in his body were ventilated.

In addition to this lamb dish, there are also four small dishes, namely pork trotter jelly, preserved cabbage, mixed garlic sprouts, stir-fried lotus root slices with plum vegetables, and the main dish is hot dough cakes.

There's even a pot of warm rice wine.

Zhao Surui took a sip of wine, took two more bites of meat, and his posture on the bed became casual.

"Tu Nan, you stayed in the city, who did the Zhuangzi hand over?"

"The slave changed Pei Feng and went back, only letting her go back alone, and didn't let Zhuangzi know the news from your side."

That's not bad.

Zhao Surui didn't say a word and gnawed on the mutton.

"In addition, the slave maid also asked Pei Feng to send someone to send the Xie brothers back to Yanjing, and Young Master Shen originally said that Xiu Mu was going back to Zhuangzi on the winter solstice today, but I also asked people to stop him."

Zhao Surui stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.

This step is not wrong, the Zhuangzi is still the Zhuangzi of the Xie family in name, and the two wastes of the Xie family are still the nominal masters, so they have to prevent someone from making trouble with them.

Tu Nan saw that he was eating well, and looked around again, there was a copper kettle and a fine white porcelain cup in the cell, the water in the copper kettle was still hot, but the water in the fine white porcelain cup was already cold, she poured the water in the cup, and took out a set of azure tea sets and a small copper kettle from the baggage, the azure tea set was placed on the empty wooden table, and the small copper kettle was poured water and placed on the brazier. ….

Zhao Surui ate a little full, hiccuped, and saw that she was busy there.

The water in the copper kettle was quickly boiled, and Tu Nan took a paper bag and opened it, threw the chicken tongue incense into the kettle, and poured the water again.

"The girl had a liver fire last night, and she was a little windy in the morning, so drinking some moisturizing and warming the stomach is good for the body."

Finally, he took out a few more apples, and Tunan's baggage was completely empty.

After eating and drinking, wiping his hands and face clean, and combing his hair again, Zhao Surui had a kind of comfort in being reincarnated, and looking at Tu Nan was more pleasing than before.

Tunan cleaned the cell again and lit the spices she had brought.

Zhao Surui took a deep breath and smelled a heavy heavy aroma, which was completely different from the usual floral and fruity aroma.

Holding a small incense plate, Tu Nan smiled and said, "Agarwood is better to use here to remove filth and ward off evil spirits, if the girl can't get used to it, I will replace it with your favorite orange incense when I come tomorrow."

"Just use this."

Zhao Surui waved his hand and let Tu Nan come closer.

"Take care of everything, let Xia He and the others not panic, if someone talks nonsense, just lock them up, you and Ah Chi discuss it in case of trouble, if there is a dispute between the two of you......

Looking at the little girl in front of her who was listening quietly, Zhao Surui's brows moved.

"Take what you say."

Compared with Tu Nan, Ah Chi is more obedient and obedient, and he is more considerate of being the master, although his brain is sometimes not clear enough, but it doesn't matter, just being obedient is comparable to him in the eyes of the emperor

He did.

But at the moment when Zhao Surui made a decision, he thought of the people who were still in the Shen Mansion and Zhuangzi.

It's not Xia He and Liu Tianxing, but the Qingying who embroiders flowers day and night for the two children, the small bag for Mrs. Zhang's hard work every day to read and write, and the men, women and children who are happy every day on Zhuangzi and only wait for the exercise to finish eating meat...... The little girl who was waiting outside Zhuangzi to bring the broth home was also called into the Zhuangzi to help.

By the way, that little chick-like girl is called three taels.

Once he thought of these people, Zhao Surui knew that the only person he could choose was Tu Nan.

Tu Nan seems to be obedient, but she doesn't look like a girl in her bones, this one, she really looks like Shen Sanrui.

From Zhuangzi to Shen Zhai, it is the foundation laid by him Zhao Surui, and Ah Chi can do everything he can to defend it for him, but he may not be able to keep people.

Tunan is the opposite...... It's still the same as Shen Sanru.

Zhao Surui suddenly felt a feeling of tiredness in his heart, and the whole person leaned back, but his head hit the wall.

"Girl!"

"Shhh This is a place! Tomorrow you can bring me some more bedding!"

"Yes!"

The next day, Tu Nan really brought a new tuft of bedding and made the wooden bed thick.

Probably knowing that he hated the smell of this cell, the four corners of the mattress were sewn with sachets.

But even if he was taken care of carefully, Zhao Surui still felt that he was cold, not only sneezing, but also a little cold.

Of course, he didn't think it was because of his fault that he insisted on going to prison and waiting for Shen Sanfu to come to his rescue.

It's all to blame Shen San's body for being too wasteful! Hum!

"Ouch, sir, am I in the wrong place? How can there be such a fairy dwelling place in this prison?"

Zhao Surui raised his eyes and saw a woman in an old cotton jacket carrying a small bag and dragging her legs behind the jailer to the depths of the cell.

The jailer gave the woman a kick and told her not to talk.

Zhao Surui frowned, even if the jailer disciplined the prisoners, why did he even beat those who came to visit the prison? He made up his mind to teach the jailer a lesson, and after a while there was the sound of chains not far away, and then the jailer came out, shaking the key in his hand and humming a song.

The woman didn't even come out with her.

"Jailer."

Zhao Surui called out to stop him.

"Madame, what do you command?"

"Who was that woman just now? Why didn't I come out with you?"

The jailer laughed with him: "Back to Mrs., that woman was a habitual offender in our prison just now, and she was just released for three days, and today she stole other people's tributes, and even saved the court, so she was beaten and thrown in."

"Repeat offender?"

Zhao Surui frowned:

"She's been stealing?"

The jailer bent over, and a mouthful of yellow teeth appeared on his face: "Madame said that it was funny, then Shi Shi couldn't survive outside and went to the prison to eat, there are many such people in the ramp of the cell, and a stone house with a mouthful of spoil and no wind blowing is much better than them living outside." It's just that most of the people who mess around like this are men, and just such a woman, who will stain the eyes of his wife if he is not careful. Forgive me, ma'am."

Zhao Surui turned his head to look in the direction where the woman was being held.

But I didn't see anything.

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