After going back and forth a few times, the pale Zhou Wenying finally had a little movement, she moved, and then she began to cough violently and coughed up all the water.

Before Wen Xien could take a breath, she was lifted away by a strong force, and she was defenseless for a moment and was pushed backwards.

"Yingzi! Yingzi, are you alright?! ”

It was Zhou's father's voice, he looked at Zhou Wenying's pale and weak appearance, the clothes on his body were all wet, and he saw the scene of Wen Xien kissing his daughter, he almost didn't think about it, and slapped it.

As soon as Wen Xien raised his head, he was knocked down by this slap, his snow-white and delicate face instantly became red and swollen, and a smell of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"How dare you? How dare you! ”

Father Zhou seemed to be angry, he rushed over and wanted to make a move, now Wen Xien is not an opponent of an adult man, she can only hide around in embarrassment.

Zhou Wenying, who was slightly sober, wanted to stop it, but Zhou's father, who was on the verge of anger, didn't pay attention at all.

“…… Daddy, Daddy, not what you think......"

She clearly knew that it was Wen Xien who saved her, she got up with difficulty, grabbed Zhou's father's hand, Zhou Wenying said in a hoarse voice: "She saved me......"

Of course, Father Zhou didn't believe it, he glared at Wen Xien viciously, and gritted his teeth and said, "Save people? Is there such a saving thing? This brute obviously wants to harm you! ”

Wen Xien wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and said calmly: "I have never touched her." ”

Father Zhou didn't expect Wen Xien to dare to refute, he almost laughed angrily.

"Okay, okay, you still have the face to say, do you think that if I look at it alone, there will be no evidence? Do you know how many pairs of eyes you had when you ordered my daughter that day? You pick it up now, and you dare to say that you haven't touched it?! ”

Zhou Wenying listened beside her, she was frightened, she was scared, she didn't know that things would come to this point, only she knew how innocent Wen Xien was.

She didn't even expect that she would do it to such a point, Wen Xien would jump into the river regardless of her previous suspicions, risking her life to save her.

These were all things she hadn't thought of.

At the moment when Zhou Wenying was extremely flustered, Zhou's father pulled Wen Xien up and walked towards the village.

Zhou Wenying was taken aback: "Dad! What are you doing? ”

"I'm going to take her to the yamen, I'm going to sue her, I don't think she dares to say such things!"

"No, you can't! Daddy, Daddy, get around her once......"

Father Zhou hated iron and looked at his daughter.

"You're still interceding for her now, have you forgotten what she did to you?"

Where can Zhou Wenying forget? But this was not done by Wen Xien at all, she wanted to hold Zhou's father's hand, but Zhou's father was iron-hearted, and he didn't care about Zhou Wenying's pleas at all, and forcibly brought Wen Xien to the yamen, plus the events of that day were seen by so many people, so Wen Xien was quickly arrested.

The cell doors were locked, the cobwebs were swarmed, rats could grab food, the floor was covered with black sludge, and there was hardly any clean space, except for a simple straw bed in the corner, and bloodstains

There's a man locked up inside.

A very young man.

It is said that he has raped a good woman, and he is a person without conscience.

The servants who came to deliver the food hated such filthy people in their hearts, and when they looked through the door, they could see people huddled in the corners, their hair scattered like seaweed, their bodies slightly thin, and their plain clothes, completely different from the people they hated.

The white figure, like a precious and beautiful orchid, gradually withered in this dark and turbid cell.

The cold, dirty cell was colored with gorgeous and bright colors because of her.

The fingers that peek out of the sleeves are like green onions.

The messenger made a slight movement as he brought the meal in, as if it was deliberately trying to attract someone's attention.

Wen Xien, who had been keeping her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes, and she saw that the rice was not even rice, it was two steamed buns that were cold and hard, and a bowl of water that was really not clean.

There is no appetite for any of them.

Wen Xien closed her eyes again, she had been locked up here for a day, the clothes on her body were still half-dry, and the traces of redness and swelling on her face had not dissipated.

She wanted to be cold and hungry, dizzy, weak, black, and without any strength.

Maybe in less than three days, without anyone doing anything, Wen Xien's life will be here.

"You, eat something."

The young officer outside opened his mouth to persuade for the first time.

Wen Xien was silent for a while, and stood up with difficulty, and the originally vague figure became clearer and clearer.

Through the iron railing, the servant finally saw the man's face.

The face was pale and sickly, making the face that could make everyone swoon like a magnolia flower that was about to wither, and it lost its color miserably.

But this does not hinder her beauty, and even adds another taste.

It is ethereal, like the moonlight cast on the lake, clear and cold, and disappears at the touch of it.

Those eyes were as calm as the sea, clear and deep.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes are elegant and gentle, and now they seem to be covered with a layer of white mist, and the gentleness that is crumpled adds a little sadness.

How can a person with such a face be a forcible criminal as they say? None of this is possible.

The messenger had never seen such a sheng man's color, and he looked at it for a moment, all his expressions were gone, his lips were slightly open, and he could not say a word.

When Wen Xien was about to eat the cold and hard steamed bun, he stopped it.

"It's not tasty."

Under Wen Xien's puzzled gaze, the messenger blushed, and he asked cautiously, "Can you wait for me?" ”

Wen Xien didn't know, although he didn't know what he meant, but he nodded when he saw that the young officer had no malicious intent.

After waiting for a while, the messenger hurried over.

He had a food box in his hand, and when he opened it, a smell wafted through it.

Eat a bowl of porridge with lean meat, a plate of pickles, and hot buns.

It didn't look like it was for her, the prisoner, to eat.

Wen Xien glanced at it, and he was a little confused.

The officer put the food through the bars and into the cell.

Wen Xien was a little incredulous: "This is ...... For me? ”

Her stomach was already throbbing with hunger, and although Wen Xien wanted to eat it, she was even more afraid of the poison in it.

The servant lowered his head and didn't dare to look into her eyes, and tapped his head twice hard, "What was given to you, it's all yours." ”

(End of chapter)