When Chi Dongchuan hurriedly followed the Taoist servant to the side room, he knew what was going on with the so-called three people sleeping.

He looked at the three people sleeping on the bed, and the corners of his eyebrows twitched.

These people in the Dao Palace don't bent on seeking the Tao Fa, let's think about how to know how to read and write!

There is a ground dragon drying in the house, which is actually not cold, but when he thought that the three of them had been lying horizontally and vertically for an afternoon, and Chi Xinsu still had a small half of his body hanging on the ground, Chi Dongchuan was angry.

"That's how you serve the king?" The anger in his words was so strong that it could almost be condensed into substance, stabbing the two Dao attendants through the heart.

The Taoist servants glanced at each other, and they were able to resist the oppression in King Duan's questioning, and they did not kneel on the spot like other slaves in the palace.

But only the two of them knew that their vests were starting to get cold, and their pores were shivering with goosebumps.

One of the attendants replied stubbornly: "His Royal Highness King Xin is sleeping strangely, and we suspect that we have fallen under the spell, so we dare not move easily. ”

"Suspicious?" Chi Dongchuan gritted his teeth word by word and said, "Just suspect that you let him lie on the ground for so long?" Won't you Taoist priests check if there is a middle magic technique? ”

Another Taoist lowered his eyes and replied tremblingly: "The little Daoists are not good at learning, so I want to invite Gu Qingzhen to come and ......."

Chi Xinsu is now the king of letters, not just the nameless prince who temporarily lives in their Dao Palace, if they are really made out of their half-hung Taoism, then they may not be able to save their lives at any time.

The more Chi Dongchuan listened, the darker his face became, he didn't have a good impression of the Dao Palace, and he was even more disgusted with Gu Qing, the master of the Dao Palace.

But no matter how Gu Qing took the Dao Palace to loot the treasury and oppress the people in disguise, he understood that this old Taoist had some real ability, otherwise it would be impossible for his father to provide for him for so many years.

Just as he was hesitating to let the Dao attendant go to the Dao Palace to find Gu Qing, Chi Xinsuteng, who was lying at the foot of the bed, stood up with a bang.

"Shinjuku!" Chi Dongchuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly strode forward, "Are you awake?" I ......"

Then he realized that he was too early for joy, and saw Chi Shinsu pass by him with his eyes closed, expressionless, and walk straight towards the outhouse table.

Under their gaze, Chi Shinjuku picked up the teapot, poured a glass of water and drank it down, then turned around and went straight back to the place where he had slept before.

The whole process was clean and neat, without a trace of superfluous emotional expression, and even the posture after lying down at the end was exactly the same as what they saw when they first came in.

The scene was very eerie.

Looking at his series of behaviors, Chi Dongchuan suddenly remembered the news that the shadow guard had secretly collected before-inexplicably asleep, but eating, drinking, and lying down were no different from ordinary people.

It's sleeping sickness!

The two Dao attendants instantly saw that Chi Dongchuan's eyebrows were even more gloomy, and the gaze that looked at the two of them was obviously scrutinizing and hostile.

"Someone." Chi Dongchuan summoned the shadow guard, pointed to the two Taoist attendants and instructed, "Please go to the side courtyard for a few days, without the king's instructions, you are not allowed to step out of the side courtyard for half a step." ”

He can't trust the Dao Palace, let alone Gu Qing, until he finds out whether the sleeping sickness has anything to do with the Dao Palace, he will never hand over Chi Xinsu to Gu Qing.

The two Taoist servants were shocked at the same time, King Duan was actually going to put them under house arrest.

Duanwang's shadow guards are all masters of one in a million, and it is easier to pinch a few Taoist priests to death than to pinch them to death, and it is just asking for hardship to resist more, and the two Taoist attendants are very insightful and silently follow the shadow guards to the side courtyard.

After placing the Taoist attendants, Chi Dongchuan waved his hand again and beckoned the housekeeper, and said lightly: "Block all parts of the mansion, and today's events must not be spread out for half a minute, and also, go and invite the shopkeeper Lu of the Hutchison Pharmacy." ”

Even though he knew that sleeping sickness could not be cured by ordinary medical techniques, he still refused to give up easily.

The imperial doctor in the palace couldn't be fully trusted, and after thinking about it, Chi Dongchuan thought of the former imperial doctor Lu Bumeng, who was framed by the Dao Palace and expelled from the palace many years ago.

The palace was busy in an orderly manner, and the inconsequential guests were all politely sent back to their respective homes after checking out today's itinerary, and the servants in the palace should shut up, and everyone was silent and cautious.

Jiang Fuyuan on the other side began to doubt life.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw mottled stone walls on all sides, thin straw on the floor, a broken wooden plank barely worthy of a bed, and an indescribable stench in the air, which seemed to be the product of a long lingering smell of blood and must.

This is a prison.

The cell was dark and cold, and the cold wind of the midwinter moon poured through a small square window in the high wall, but a few inches of the window was still blocked by a cross iron frame, apparently to prevent anyone from escaping.

Jiang Fuyuan looked up at the little light that came in obliquely from the window, and slowly thought about how many pieces this body would have to be broken into before it could be completely thrown out of the window.

Another cold north wind rushed into the cell arrogantly, slamming into her mouth and nose, Jiang Fuyuan couldn't help but cover her lips and cough low.

"Ahem......" didn't cough a few times, and a heart-rending pain came from her back, "Hiss...... What's going on...... Ahem......"

The throat was sweet, the body was painful, and the double pain almost made Jiang Fuyuan want to tear Zhong Yifeng.

What kind of bullshit dream is he doing, the opening scene is her death, right?

The more fragile the beauty, the more pitiful it is, and several jailers outside the cell couldn't help but lick their lips with greed in their eyes.

This demon girl is really a stunning stunner, no wonder His Majesty is reluctant to kill her.

Jiang Fuyuan in the prison coughed so black that her eyes were black, and she almost lost her breath, and finally covered her chest to stop coughing, she sat on the broken wooden board to adjust her breathing, panting softly.

This body was too weak, she mobilized her spirit to explore her body, but found that there was something warm in her chest and abdomen, as if something was protecting her, so she didn't feel cold in this leaky prison.

But it is limited to not feeling cold, her original majestic power of faith is not at all at the moment, and the power of being unrestrained is the best portrayal of her at present.

What kind of setting did Zhong Yongfeng put in her dream!

While thinking about it, two sets of footsteps were heard outside the cell.

One jailer pulls out a key to open the door, while another holds a wooden tray with a rancid meal on it.

The smell of spoiled food took over the small cell, and the thief-eyed jailer threw the wooden plate on the ground and shouted, "It's time to eat!" ”

Jiang Fuyuan turned her head in disgust, not wanting to let the green mildew-stained food stain her eyes, she covered her nose and said, "Take it!" ”

Whether it was in the sect in the previous life or in Dashun in this life, she has never wronged herself in eating, this kind of meal is no different from poisoning her for Jiang Fuyuan, who can eat fragrant and soft big white steamed buns in Kejia Village.

The two jailers exchanged glances, seeing the familiar lust in each other's eyes.

The prison is bitterly cold, and the female prisoners in the prison before will be occupied by the cell boss if they have a little bit of beauty, not to mention that they have tasted the lives of beauties like Jiang Fuyuan and their little jailers, even if they look at it a few more times, they will be scolded by the cell boss.

But now it's different, the Xitu Kingdom is seeing that it has been defeated by Mu Keguo, and I heard that King Mu Ke has come to the city, and it seems that he is about to break through the capital of Xitu Kingdom, and the cell bosses got the news early and ran away without a trace, and there are only a few of their little jailers left in the entire prison who have no money and no home, and they don't know where to run if they want to.

They simply continued to stay in the prison and guard the prisoners in the prison, hoping that the new King Mu Ke would see them in their duty and leave them to continue to do their job.

There were no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey was called the king, and one jailer asked the other in a low voice: "Shall I go first?" ”

The other of the thief eyebrows was unhappy: "If you want to go together, I won't let you." ”

"Okay, let's be together."

There should be another chapter tonight.,Babies.,Oh, the data is so backward.,Woo woo.