Mo Lingfeng hurriedly moved forward, his eyes quickly swept over the cells, a jailer was urinating on the toilet, the sound of water "rattling", nomadic Qing whispered, and a hand knife fell on the back of the person's neck.

The jailer almost fell headlong into the toilet, and Nomad Qing grabbed him by the hem of his clothes and threw him into the corner.

In the entire Yushitai Prison, there were only these three jailers.

The guards here have always been lenient, just because the officials are in prison, and the slightest carelessness will implicate family members and clans, and there are always only suicide people, no prison escapees.

Mo Lingfeng's sleeves were windy, walking fast, and Nomadic Muqing was also walking quickly in front of her, the sleeves of the two hunted and hunted, and the oil lamps on the wall swayed.

The two walked to the door of Xiao Dou's prison, and when Xiao Dou saw Mo Lingfeng, he quickly ran to the door, grabbed the wooden fence with both hands, and said excitedly, "General, go?"

In his busy schedule, Nomad Qing took the time to roll his eyes at him: "Stay honest!"

Xiao Dou pursed his mouth, struggled to get his head stuck between the fences, and looked at Mo Lingfeng with his eyes, He Feng heard the movement, turned over from the hay, and quietly opened his eyes to see Nomad Qing pry open the door of Wu Jin's prison, and Mo Lingfeng stepped in.

Mo Lingfeng's gaze fell on Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was lying on the ground, not waking up, a crane crumpled into a ball, as if someone had thrown it casually and fell on Wu Jin.

The crane was clean and soft, not owned by the jailer, only a few more utensils in He Feng's cell, which should have been sent in by his family, and he threw it on Wu Jin with great effort.

She walked to He Feng's prison and waved her hand: "Thank you, Heyu."

He Feng's eyes were closed, and he lay on the ground, silent, as if he hadn't seen Mo Lingfeng.

Sitting in prison, his heart is pure, no matter how boiling the sky outside, the wind can't blow into the Yushitai Prison.

Besides, Wu Jin is pitiful, he pretends to be deaf and dumb, he can live people's lives, why not.

Mo Lingfeng wanted this silence, she returned to Wu Jin's side, squatted down to uncover the corner of the crane, and went to see Wu Jin's injuries.

Before this, she had already anticipated Wu Jin's injuries countless times, the court staff was all done by the forbidden army, and if she got serious, twenty canes could beat people into a puddle of mud, and these thirty-six canes, even if they would not let Wu Jin die, would never be light.

Even though she had already thought about it, when she uncovered the crane, she was still panicked, and after calming down, she looked in through a little fire on the wall, and her heart suddenly "popped", almost screamed, and subconsciously didn't turn her head.

Under the crane, Wu Jin's clothes were cut to shreds, and her back, hips and legs were exposed, but Mo Lingfeng's change of face was not for the difference between men and women.

After taking a breath, she turned around and went to see Wu Jin's injuries again.

Wu Jin's skin was tattered and fleshy, and the blood coagulated into a large dark red, which stuck to his body together with the pungent and rough medicinal powder, and the rest of the clothes made the blood cold and hard, and it had become an iron coat, and the haystacks were also soaked in blood.

Mo Lingfeng carefully put down the crane, kneeled to the side of Wu Jin's head, and used the back of his hand to probe Wu Jin's forehead.

The forehead is hot to the touch.

He had been doused with well water, and the prison guard's powder was not enough to heal his wounds.

Mo Leaffeng's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand.

In the faint light of the fire, she went to look at his face, he was originally a portrait of a plump forehead, a statue of Hua Bone Condensation, always meticulous, with the appearance of the sun and the moon, but at this time his hair was scattered and his face was dirty.

Nomad Qing lowered his voice: "General, at most two quarters of an hour, the jailer will wake up."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, grabbed his head, and moved it to his thighs, looking at the dried blood stains between his lips and teeth, nostrils, and ears, she had already thought about how the thirty-six of the court staff hurt, but she didn't expect to be able to destroy a person so far.

Only when the five internal organs are damaged, will there be blood in the seven orifices.

His body was crushed inch by inch by the torture rod, and there was no medical treatment here, how could he be healed?

A big tear fell into Wu Jin's hair, Mo Lingfeng reached out to wipe it away, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you back to Kuanzhou, Li Yi sticks it in Kuanzhou, he will make you the same as before."

She touched Wu Jin's sideburns again: "They all failed you, I won't."

Wu Jin's mind was already blank, the physical pain was far away from him, and his soul would soon be completely freed.

The wind and the lights moved, he was like falling into the clouds, mountains and the sea of illusions, suddenly heard a golden bell ringing, he raised his head, and saw that on the pavilion, he was sitting in the gold beads and white jade, holding a pot and pouring wine.

No, it's not wine, it's rock sugar nectar water, Mo Lingfeng sat opposite him, his elbows propped up on the table, his palms on his cheeks, looking at the wine cup with a smile, Cheng Ting sat beside him, feasting, and the big yellow dog snuggled at his feet, gnawing on the bones.

The surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of charcoal fire "crackling", and the nectar water was poured into a lamp, Mo Lingfeng reached out to take it and drank it slowly.

A drop of nectar water dripped from the wall onto the placket, gently fainting, and she was wearing a goose-yellow shirt, and the gold collar pressed against the placket, lining her skin like snow.

Cheng Ting opened his mouth at this time and said that he wanted to go to see Ma Long, Mo Lingfeng immediately put down the wine cup and agreed.

The faces of the two slowly blurred, but the voices were not far away, but closer and closer, burrowing into his ears.

"Wu Jin ......"

Wu Jin's eyelashes fluttered, and the two lips that were stuck together were torn apart, making a low airflow sound.

Mo Lingfeng saw his movements, and hurriedly leaned over and put his head over: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Let's go...... Come on...... There will be suspicions......" Wu Jin took a breath of hot air, all condensed here, and before he finished speaking, there was no more sound.

His death is for the people, for the country, and for the country, and it is also to pave a clean road for Mo Lingfeng.

It won't take long for the news to spread all over the world, and then Mo Lingfeng can be safely released from the Yushitai prison, and the people and officials can coerce the emperor to let her go back to Kuanzhou.

Maybe it will be too late to prevent the fortress from going to war again.

He, a selfish despicable and conspiracy, is just right to die in this filthy place, and it is not worth Mo Lingfeng to risk his private retreat and absconding on his back.

Mo Lingfeng, who is no longer lively and does not have a gold collar, is still a wisp of concern in his heart - the long road is long, difficult and dangerous, and she must be very lonely when she walks alone.

Mo Lingfeng didn't hear his voice anymore, his heart tightened, and his hands hugged his shoulders tightly.

She had seen more tragic battles on the battlefield, and when she was injured on herself, she only did it normally, but when she hurt her loved ones, it made her heart like a knife.

Nomad Muqing found a bowl of cold water from the prison, squatted down to feed the water, pinched Wu Jin's jaw with one hand, and sent the bowl to his mouth with the other.

"General, without medicine, I'm afraid I'll ...... tonight."

Mo Lingfeng gritted his teeth and held back his grief: "Scrape a layer of dust on the beam."

There was a healer in the fort who once said that an earthwork called "widow's bedside dust" could cure external injuries in times of emergency, and if there was no bed, the same would be true of the dust on the beams that had not been touched for many years.

On the beam in the Yushitai Prison, there must be no thieves to patronize, and there will be no jailers to clean up.