The priest opened his hazy eyes, only to find that he had a thick coat on his shoulders. And not far from his bed, there was a pot of charcoal fire.

"Teacher-sama, are you awake?" Han Mo, who was sitting in the corner of the wooden prison, suddenly spoke.

"Prefectural Order, Prefectural Order?"

The priest looked around, but found that the prefectural magistrate was sitting upright on the side, still reading a book in his hand.

Instinctively, he hurriedly crawled out of bed and prepared to salute.

"Master Teaching, you are not in good health, so you should lie down in bed and rest." Seeing this, Han Mo put down the book in his hand and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Teach your lordship, the county magistrate has been waiting here, see that you are cold, put on a coat for you, and light a charcoal fire."

At this time, the county also came, and he came for a while, but the eyes of the instructor were not very good, and he didn't notice it.

The priest only felt warm in his heart, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth.

"Teacher-sama, have you figured it out?" Han Mo walked to the charcoal brazier and pulled it around the charcoal fire with a branch, only to see a few blackened sweet potatoes come into everyone's eyes.

"Hui, Hui, if you say it, the lower official doesn't know what you're talking about." The priest glanced at the roasted sweet potatoes in the brazier and swallowed unconsciously.

"Teaching, what are you pretending to be confused?! What do you not know? ”

Hearing what the teachings said, the county man was instantly angry, and the two of them had been going around with him for so long, and he was still pretending to be confused there.

"It's okay, it's not too late to talk about it after you think it through."

Han Mo wasn't in a hurry, he just pulled out one of the sweet potato chops in the charcoal fire and threw it to the main book.

The sweet potato spun around several times and rolled lonely at the feet of the Teaching.

Seeing this, the master swallowed again.

"Teaching, if you're hungry, eat quickly, and it will be cold in a while." Han Mo looked at the teachings and whispered.

"Could it be that the severed head is not enough? This is not in line with the rules of the court. Anyway, eat it first. ”

The priest didn't think much about it, so he took the sweet potato that was rolling towards him, then peeled off the skin and feasted on it.

For a while, the whole wooden house exuded a strong fragrance, which made people smell the direct Halazi.

After a sweet potato was put into his stomach, the heart of the teacher instantly became much brighter, he never thought that a piece of sweet potato could make him eat so happily.

Then, the priest looked at Han Mo, who was still flipping through the books, and muttered in a low voice, "My lord, have you really been waiting for the next official in this wooden prison just now?" ”

"Don't mention this for now, if you think it clearly, but then go to the jailer to see the official."

Han Mo understood that although the heart of the Sect was shaken a little at this time, it was only a little.

After leaving the prison, the county man who was holding back the fire in his belly was unhappy and became displeased: "My lord, why do you spend so much time for such a stubborn thing? If he doesn't agree, let's just hand him over to the court. ”

"Lord County, you are just too anxious, this matter is up to the official, so you can patiently see the result." Han Mo smiled, his face full of confidence.

"Little Prison Chief, come over here." Inside the prison, the priest shouted to the little jailer after seeing Han Mo and the county Cheng leave completely.

"What's wrong?" The little jailer walked over and looked the oracle up and down.

"Before the official woke up, did the county magistrate really wait all the time?"

Although the county Cheng made this matter clear just now, how can the teachings be so stupid and only listen to other people's words?

"What, why are you asking this?" The little jailer glared.

"Sir, just tell me about it."

As he spoke, the priest shoved some pieces of silver into the little jailer's cuff.

The little jailer looked around, and after confirming that there were no outsiders, he walked into the ear of the priest and whispered: "Yes, of course, the county magistrate has been waiting by your side, and seeing that you are cold, he will clothe you and give you some liveliness." ”

"Is that true?"

"Why am I lying to you, the other jailers and prisoners here are all in the eye."

Finally, the oracle believed, then nodded, and said thank you to the little jailer.

"By the way, remember, when asked, don't say it's me! Otherwise, I wouldn't buy it. The jailer glared fiercely.

"Don't worry, I'm rotten in my stomach about this, and I won't tell anyone about it." The priest patted his chest and reassured.

Seeing this, the little jailer walked away with peace of mind.

At night, the priest lying on the grass bed could not sleep.

He didn't understand why the county order wanted to set up a trap for him, and after the pit was over, he didn't want his money or his life, just to let him say those four words.

It's unreasonable, it's very unreasonable.

What's even more strange is that today, the county magistrate knew that he wouldn't say those four words, and waited by his side for an afternoon until he woke up, and while he was still waiting, he cloned his clothes and lit a brazier.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, yes, it was the book that the county order read in the afternoon. If he guessed correctly, that book was the forbidden book he had read before, and the county magistrate had been reading there for an afternoon.

"Could it be... Could it be that the county magistrate is the kind of person who is a big rebel? Could it be that the county order wants to rebel against me?! ”

Thinking of this, the priest only felt that his scalp was numb.

Once this kind of thing is known by the imperial court, it is a capital crime, a capital crime of killing the nine clans! The fact that I read forbidden books by myself is nothing compared to that, and it is not worth mentioning at all!

"No... No, I have to find a way to get rid of this matter, but I can't fall under the trap of the county order, he is waiting to be reincarnated, and I want to live a little longer. ”

The priest lay down on the bed and began to think of a method. Now for him, the best way is to report this matter to the imperial court and dissociate himself from the county order. Then he blamed the county order for him to read the banned book, saying that the county order forced him to read it.

In this way, you will be able to escape your guilt.

But the problem now is, how can he send the letter to the imperial court, and will the imperial court believe it? After all, I don't have conclusive evidence in my hands!

"Unless... Unless it goes inside to collect evidence, and then adds it to the imperial court for decision. After a few words, he was ready to start his plan for tomorrow.