Shi Wence stayed in the cell for half an hour, only a quarter of the time was Zhao Surui talking to him, and the rest was Zhao Surui forcing him to wipe the tears off his face.

The dignified imperial history of the Dayong Dynasty's patrol of the city, although the official position is not high, it is also the face of the Dayong Dynasty, what are the words with tears on his face?

Shi Wence didn't care, and said while wiping:

"My official position is sealed by His Majesty, and it is not held back from tears, so why care? In the past, when I was poor, I used to be a weeping spirit, and because I cried well, I was regarded as a close friend and relative, and I even gave half an extra chicken to the steaming bowl."

The corners of Zhao Surui's mouth trembled slightly.

Shi Wence is tall, as strong as a stone tower, such a strong man is crying in the crowd with real feelings, then whoever looks at it has to feel that he has a friendship with the deceased for four or five lifetimes.

What is he proud of?

Zhao Surui couldn't help but rejoice, because he burned the cell before, and the other prisoners in this prison were simply released in advance if they were only detained for a few days, and the repeat offenders and long-term criminals were all transferred to the cells of other procuratorates, which means that he saw Shi Wence's crying state in this prison now.

Da Yongchao's face was saved.

Bah!

Dayong Dynasty's face is saved! His eyes of Emperor Zhaode were spicy!

Seeing that Shi Wence's eyes were red, and he looked a little innocent and pitiful, Zhao Surui almost wanted to go back to half a day ago and die with Shen Sanrui, who had set him up.

Shi Wence left for about a moment, and Qian Xiaowu came in with a wooden box.

The original jailers in this cell had already been arrested and only Qian Xiaowu was left, and the few who came with Shi Wence today were the ones he specially went to other places to come.

took out a large coarse porcelain bowl from the wooden box, Qian Xiaowu held it in his hand and trembled, without "Mrs. Shen" to speak, he didn't even dare to put it down.

Even if he only waited for a few days, Qian Xiaowu knew how noble Mrs. Shen was.

Even if the brocade is eaten, it is not that the children of the nobles and famous families have been locked up in this prison, so they are naturally comfortably served or died. They have been on errand duty here for generations, but it is the first time they have seen incense in the cell every day.

"Mrs. Shen, the new lord said, because of the murder in prison before, outsiders are forbidden to come and go outside the lobby of our procuratorate, and your daily meals can only be like this for the time being. Don't worry, the new adults will soon scrap this one."

A bowl of rice with a little crumbling grains and a bowl of boiled radish with soy sauce are very rough in a clay bowl, and the portion looks like a lot.

It's just unappetizing.

Zhao Surui felt that even if he didn't eat for half a year, he might not be able to eat this kind of thing.

However, he didn't just care about this at this time.

"How do you know that when the new adult comes, he will let people go into the cell to deliver food again?"

Qian Xiaowu's cheeks seemed to be condensed on his face:

"As the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, whether it is a new adult or an old adult, he must have money and food to provide for our prison food."

Zhao Surui understood, even if the original Imperial History of the City Patrol was taken, there was still no money and no food in this small courtyard. ….

What about the money?

What about the grain?

"What about the kind of soup you gave to the prisoners?"

He had seen these jailers come in every day with wooden barrels, and the strange smell of vegetable leaves floating in the inexplicable soup lake was really reluctant.

After listening to Mrs. Shen's question, Qian Xiaowu's waist was about to fold down:

"Madame, don't worry, we don't dare to let Madame eat that, it's all boiled with a spoonful of mixed noodle soup in a pot of water, and it can only make people half full of water."

According to the Dayong Decree, each prisoner who has no one to deliver food can receive one liter of rice per day (count: three taels and seven yuan), and the stove is opened twice a day in the prison.

There are twenty or thirty prisoners in this prison, and no more than three or five are delivered food every day, which should add up to more than 20 liters a day

Rice, even if it is divided into two meals, and when the meal is brought in that day, it must be half-dry.

It's not like that, a pig can lose weight after eating it.

Zhao Surui finished the calculation in his heart, and smiled coldly:

"I don't want this rice, just bring the rotten soup that I used to give to others."

Qian Xiaowu's knees were weak and he almost knelt down.

"Mrs. Shen!"

Zhao Surui just raised his eyebrows and sneered: "What, you still want to cover up for those wastes who even pick up the prisoners' rations?"

Qian Xiaowu held the rice in both hands, slammed his head on the ground by his neck:

"Madam, you are doing well, even if you are in this prison, what can you do? In such a prison cell of the procuratorate, untouchables like villains have to beg for a living here for generations! The thin oil and water in this courtyard are peeled off by the adults at a time, not to mention the prisoners, even the jailers like us are just being peeled off layer by layer, barely begging for food...... If the villain does what you want, let alone the villain's son, even the villain himself will no longer be able to stay in this courtyard."

Zhao Surui didn't speak.

His small copper hand stove was left for him by Ah Chi, and he was held in his arms as usual.

Looking at Qian Xiaowu who was kneeling on the ground, he frowned.

There are people in this world who are born noble, and naturally some people are born lowly, such a jailer in a dilapidated prison cell, and a cheap person like Qian Xiaowu can be a treasure.

"Qian Xiaowu, didn't you think that if you lifted the dirty mud and stinky water in this cell, you could also get Shangguan's blue eyes and ascend to the sky in one step? Your new adult was notoriously upright and bold in the past, and there was nothing he would not dare to touch."

"Mrs. Shen, don't make fun of the villain, the villain is a jailer in his life, where is there any other hope? The villain begs you, you, you only have to be wronged for a few days and go out, the villain will serve you well, and it is indispensable to keep a single hair of you!"

Zhao Surui rolled his eyes, there was no chair, he sat on the bed, and finally relaxed.

"Put your food away."

"Thank you, Mrs. Shen, thank you, Mrs. Shen!"

Putting the meal on a clean wooden stool, Qian Xiaowu smiled and said:

"Mrs. Shen, did the new Lord say when you would be allowed to go back?"

"Go back? Where are you going?" Zhao Surui naturally refused to eat that kind of food, raised his feet and stepped on the side of the bed, he held the small hand stove and sulked. ….

Qian Xiaowu's waist was still bent: "When, of course I'm going home."

"He didn't say it." Zhao Surui raised his eyelids, "He won't let me go back."

Why is Shi Wence crying? What's more, it's just for the suffering of "Shen Shiqing"? is also because "Shen Shiqing" has now become a murderer.

With his temperament, it is impossible to bend the law for personal gain, and if Dayong's law is not changed, Shi Wence can only watch his "niece of the Shen family" die.

Wait a minute.

Zhao Surui suddenly stood up from the side of the bed.

If Shen Sanfu wants to use power techniques to fish him out, he should change to a long-sleeved and good dancing drill camp to come here to patrol the West City Procuratorate.

The person she uses is Shi Wence.

Since she used Shi Wence.

Then, what she really wants to move is the law of Dayong.

I see.

Shen Sanfu was in his body, and he actually borrowed his hand and used her original identity to let Chu Jiyuan and Shi Wence stand at the end of the new law.

No, it's not just these two.

There is also Li Congyuan, and there are also female officials who were brought into the palace by her in batches.

I see.

He had always felt that Shen Sanqu's actions to promote female officials were too eager, but he never thought that Shen Sanqu's real sword referred to the ancestral family law of the Dayong Dynasty.

She doesn't need stability, she wants to change, she wants everyone to move, ups and downs, each showing its own state.

By clearing the Taifu Temple, not only can Xungui put himself in danger, but also let the six departments and the Ducha Yuan, which have accumulated for a long time, be cleaned up, he thought that Shen Sanfu did this just to cover up

Protecting her to let female officials enter the court, I didn't expect that even female officials entering the court were just a pretense.

Shen San's abolition of her use of female officials to check the accounts is actually to abolish the tongue of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, if she can find a help from the Criminal Department or Dali Temple at this time, most of the three divisions are in her control.

In this way......

In a trance, Zhao Surui looked up at the window where there was still some skylight.

The oblique light is faint.

He looked at the white on the outside and the black on the inside.

There seemed to be countless lines crisscrossing in front of me, and then there was a crisp sound of "pop" and "pop".

One and another.

He looked left and right, and saw huge black and white pieces falling at the intersection of the lines.

It dawned on him that he was also standing on a chessboard.

No, it turned out that he himself was really used as a pawn.

Picking up a chess piece, Shen Shiqing placed it on one of the chessboards.

Lin Miaozhen, who was sitting opposite her, looked at it for a moment, sighed, and put the chess pieces back in the chess box.

"No, Your Majesty, your mind is getting deeper and deeper, in the past, you thought three or four steps more than me, but now I have to guard against what you started with, I'm too tired, too tired."

Seeing that she leaned back, she really refused to play any more, Shen Shiqing smiled and picked up a chess piece and put it into the chess box in her hand.

"Sister, are you ready?"

"Naturally, it's all ready." Lin Miaozhen waved her hand, "What I want to say to the female officer tomorrow, Xu Gongling really looks at me word by word, and there will be no mistake."

"My sister misunderstood, I'm not talking about female officials."

Lin Miaozhen was stunned for a moment and smiled:

"You were asking me about leaving the palace, I had already prepared, a carriage, three healthy horses, and the martial maid that my brother found for me privately, didn't you also assign me two brocade guards? Enough is enough."

After speaking, Lin Miaozhen raised her eyes and looked at "Zhao Surui".

Under the light, the young man with his eyes down and arranging the chess pieces is handsome and picturesque, but it looks like a silent river flowing and a mountain standing silently.

When did he become like this?

Lin Miaozhen asked herself in her heart.

"Your Majesty."

"Sister?"

"After I leave the palace, you have to cherish it, there are a lot of things at the end of the year, don't get tired."

"Sister rest assured......"

"I'm not at ease."

Lin Miaozhen opened her mouth, and wanted to say that she would be a queen in the palace if she didn't leave the palace.

But before she could say anything remorseful, she saw the person sitting across from her shake his head.

"Sister, in this world, there are people who sit in temples, people who keep silent nights, people who climb mountains, and people who cross streams and rivers...... If you don't go out for a walk, how do you know what you're really supposed to do?"

"Hmm."

The eyes of the two touched lightly under the lamp, and Lin Miaozhen lowered her eyes.

She was sure.

This person is not Zhao Surui.

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