"Brother, I am really the envoy of the Central Plains Dynasty, you go and help me report the news to your holy daughter, even if it is a squeak...... If I am really a messenger, you will not be a great achievement? When I go out, I will definitely be indispensable to you. Yan Yunting grabbed the arm of the rattan armor soldier and said.

"Less nonsense, let me in!" The vine armor soldier pushed Yan Yunting into the cell, "Smack!" "Close the big iron door," "You, just stay in it for me honestly, don't think about any crooked thoughts." ”

"Harm! Won't you just pass on a word? Why don't you just go on the road?" Yan Yunting pulled the iron fence and shouted, "One hundred taels!" One hundred taels of gold! ”

The vine armor soldier paused, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head, "Gold doesn't work here for us, we are very practical here, and you can't give meat and grain to us." ”

Yan Yunting saw that the vine armor soldiers were shaken, and hurriedly pursued with victory: "If I can get out, then I will allow you fifty catties of meat...... No, no, no, how about a hundred catties of meat and two hundred catties of grain and rice?"

The vine armor soldier said: "Boy, I see that you are poor and white, and you can't take out half a grain of rice on your body, right?" Besides, does the saint say that she will see her? I have lived twenty-seven years, and I have only seen the back of the saint. ”

"Is it so mysterious?"

"That's not mysterious, it's sacrosanct! We ordinary people, if we can drink a sip of the saint's foot-washing water, it would be great! ”

"Uh...... Brother, you don't have to be so humble to be a man. ”

"What do you know as a foreigner? Go to jail! The vine armor soldier waved his hand and left.

"Hehe, look at this Han man, I still want to see the Holy Maiden of Jiuli, it is estimated that he will not live tomorrow at most."

"If you want to talk about the saint, it can only be the best match for the second master of our Tahe Village!"

"Yes, one day, Tahe will capture Jiuli, and then all the women in your village will be taken as slave girls!"

"Shut up, you prisoners of Tahezhai! If you dare to insult the saint again, tomorrow you will go to the martial arts arena and kill you!" ”

The prisoners in the cell, even if they were reduced to subordinate prisoners, still defended the dignity of the Holy Maiden of Jiuli, which shows how deeply rooted the Holy Maiden's position in their hearts is.

Yan Yunting did not participate in the quarrel, for him, the more fierce the quarrel between the two families, the deeper the hatred will be, and he can also benefit better.

Yan Yunting closed his eyes and sat quietly in the cell, hurrying to recover the true qi in his body, to his surprise, the aura at the foot of this fairy mountain was very abundant, even in this cell with the smell of, feet and sweat.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky gradually darkened.

"It's eaten, eaten!" Two rattan soldiers carried two large buckets of food and delivered food from cell to cell.

A bowl of white rice and a spoonful of green vegetables for one person, although there is no wine and meat, but the oil flowers on the dishes are enough.

You must know that in the Central Plains today, countless people are fighting for a mouthful of food, but in this Miao Zhai cell, they are full of food.

Yan Yunting also got a bowl of food, but I don't know if it was because of the influence of the book "Anecdotes of Miao Jiang" or what, he always felt that the food given by the Miao people was poisonous......

What if they poison their food?

The other prisoners ate well, and a second bowl came when one bowl was not enough.

"Bai Daxia, this is what Master Hu specially asked me to bring to you, you have to work harder tomorrow after eating."

A middle-aged man in cloth clothes walked to the cell next to Yan Yunting with a lunch box, he opened the lunch box, and a smell of wine and meat wafted out, which was particularly special in this cell full of foot odor.

The middle-aged man in cloth took out a roast chicken, a plate of beef, a plate of side dishes, a bowl of white rice, and a pot of soju from the lunch box.

"Less wine!" The man in the cell said.

The middle-aged man laughed together: "Bai Daxia, you drink too much wine and hurt your body, you will play against 'Iron Bull' tomorrow, he is different from other opponents, so it is better to drink less...... But don't worry, if you can win him, I'll add another pot to you tomorrow! ”

"It's not enough to add a pot, I want a jar, a big jar!"

"Okay, as long as you can win him, let alone a jar, I'll bring you a jar...... That white hero, please use it slowly. ”

The middle-aged man in cloth packed up the lunch box, "That white hero, you use it slowly, I'll go first." He then exited the cell.

Make no mistake! Is this jail time or confinement? Wine and meat?

Yan Yunting couldn't help but look at the man in the cell - he was disheveled, his face was full of beard, and he was wearing a shabby cloth robe, and his face was too dark to see his face because the light in the prison was too dark.

But this must be a special person, otherwise how could there be special treatment in prison?

"Hey, Tang Rong, let's get a piece of your roast chicken to taste, even if it's a chicken butt!"

"Enjoying the wine? Brothers! ”

"Pour some soup and try it!"

The entire cell was holding the iron bar, not to mention tasting it, even the smell of meat was endless.

The man named Tang Rong smiled coldly: "Everyone here, maybe one day you will become my enemy, feed you, and let you fight with me?" ”

With that, he tore off a chicken leg, nibbled on it, and drank it in a big gulp, so that he was not happy.

Yan Yunting's eyes lit up, and listening to the accent of this person's speech, it seemed that he was from the Central Plains.

However, most of the people who can enter this cell have committed serious crimes, and this guy sounds like he wants to fight very well...... According to him, anyone in the cell can become an enemy, so it is better not to get too close, lest you really go to the battlefield and you will not be able to bear to attack.

Yan Yunting slowly closed his eyes, he didn't like meat, but the aroma of wine was too gluttonous, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Hey, take a bite?" But he heard a voice ringing from his ears, and when he opened his eyes, Tang Rong had already handed the wine jug through the gap.

Only then did Yan Yunting see Tang Rong's face clearly, at the age of his early thirties, if he could fix his messy hair, he might be a few years younger, even if he had a sloppy image, his big eyes were as bright as a galaxy.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and if a person's eyes are good-looking, the heart should not be bad.

"You don't eat because you're afraid of Gu worms in these meals, right?" Tang Rong smiled so confidently.

Yan Yunting was a little surprised, he was obviously reading his mind, but why did he see through his mind first?

"Are you thinking: How does this guy know my mind?" Tang Rong smiled again.

Yan Yunting sighed, took the wine jug and poured two sips: "How do you know my thoughts?" ”

"Because when I was locked up in this cell, I thought exactly the same," Tang Rong left half a chicken again, evened out half a plate of beef and handed it over, "But don't worry, those who can be locked in this cell, the living are more valuable than the dead, they won't do tricks on you, you can eat with confidence." ”

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