Su Gu Na looked fearless and replied with a smile: "Su Gu Na is not afraid of hardship. As long as she can follow the girl, even if she goes to hell, she will not be alone."
"Bah, bah, bah...who is going to the underworld!" Mei Liangchen shouted angrily. She sat down on the wet haystack and drew circles on the wet ground with a straw stick.
Su Guna looked at her, shook her head, and put the pastry that had not been taken away into Mei Liangchen's hand: "Girl, eat and rest quickly. Your body is not healed yet, so be careful of getting the root of the disease."
"Well... Then you can eat it too." She broke open the glutinous rice cake and stuffed it into Suguna's mouth with her dirty hands.
It wasn't that Su Guna didn't want to eat, she really didn't dare to eat. The fingers that had pinched cockroaches and weighed smelly shoes came to spoil her mouth again. "Uh... uh... don't...
I won’t eat it..." Su Guna was so moved that she burst into tears just to eat that piece of glutinous rice cake.
After Su Guna carried forward the spirit of not being afraid of hardship and not being afraid of smell, soon the dark and damp prison cell turned into a miniature two-bedroom apartment that could be used by people. Su Guna used the only silver coin she had left to buy clean and dry grass and pavement.
It was placed flat on the bed that was originally made of stones, and it seemed that someone could sleep on it. The jailer who brought the hay may have had a conscience, and along with the hay, he also sent a pair of clean pottery bowls and chopsticks.
Don't be wishful thinking about food. There is only one meal a day in death row, and it is delivered to each cell at noon. It is up to you whether you eat or not.
The death row in the Iron Cavalry Camp is very different from what you imagined, not only in the appearance of the building, but also in the prisoners. The death row inmates here do not make noises, cry, or knock on the cell door, and they are not as described in novels, movies, and TV dramas.
The prisoners screamed heart-breakingly during the torture. They stayed in their respective cells silently, with only the creaking sound of the wooden cart delivering food passing through the door every day.
The food was much better than expected. For the first meal after being imprisoned on death row, the careful Su Guna actually picked out two pieces of meat with a meaty smell.
Nothing to say, just one piece per person.
The fat meat tasted pretty good, so they ate it quickly with the brown rice that stung their throats.
"Get lost! I won't eat!" A sharp roar suddenly came from the cell opposite. Because it was too quiet in the death row, and the voice was familiar enough, Mei Liangchen and Su Guna threw down their bowls and rushed to the cell door.
window.
The cell door window on the opposite side was wide open, and the old cellman who delivered the food angrily poured the food back into the big wooden barrel. "You can save food if you don't eat it!" He shouted to Mei Liangchen in a rough voice.
: "Hey...are you full? If not, I'll give them to you!"
Su Guna nodded quickly, "We want...we want." How can a small bowl of brown rice satisfy people? They want to eat.
The old prison boss was about to take their bowls when a dark face suddenly poked out of the opposite window. "Sir, we also want to eat!"
The old prison boss had a gloomy face, looked back at the dirty woman and said, "Isn't that woman going to starve to death?"
"Master, she is sick. Sir, please give us the food."
The sound of a woman choking and gasping came from the cell opposite. "Cough cough... cough cough cough... Qiao Xin... cough cough... don't eat! Come back!"
The person with an indistinguishable face at the window is none other than Qiaoxin, the palace maid who was once famous in the palace. At this moment, her eyes are filled with the joy of revenge, she is gloating at the person in the cell opposite, and calling her master in a loud voice
: "Master, come and take a look, see who these two people are?!"
Su Qin fell ill after being imprisoned in the cold and damp death row. She lived in a lethargic state all day long and refused to eat. Qiao Xin was anxious and found Mei Liangchen, the master and servant across from him, who was begging for food. He couldn't help but feel in a good mood and was very happy.
Su Qin was supported by Qiaoxin and came to the window. When she saw two familiar faces in the opposite window, her beautiful eyes turned into big bells in an instant. "Maine...it's...you...
you...."
A voice from the other side continued: "It's me, Meenjiya! Little Master Su Qin, you look really bad. And you, Qiao Xin, why hasn't the general pulled out your tongue yet?"
A dog?" Mei Liangchen pushed Su Guna aside, squeezed his palm-sized face out of the square window, and spoke to Su Qin with a smile.
Su Qin pulled the angry Qiao Xin behind her. She stepped forward and opened the cell door window as wide as possible. She sneered several times at Mei Liangchen and taunted: "What about you? Aren't you the general's favorite person? How could you have fallen?
To death row.”
"Ho ho..." Mei Liangchen explained with a smile: "Of course I did something wrong that angered the general. Little Master Su Qin, it's time for your psychology to be balanced. Alas... we can go to hell together.
It’s good to have someone to take care of you on the road.”
What? Look after each other on the road to hell.
Su Qin couldn't take a breath, it was all stuck in her throat, and her face turned red from holding it in. "Ahem...you...who will go to hell with you...ahem...!" She was about to be overwhelmed by Mei.
Liangchen's attitude collapsed.
The old cell leader was still waiting to distribute meals to the prisoners. He impatiently tapped the wooden bucket with a rice spoon and shouted loudly: "Do you still want food? If not, I will leave!"
"Yes! Of course!" The person who spoke before Mei Liangchen was the sickly Su Qin. She took out a broken bowl with her backhand, looking completely different from before: "Sir, I ate a few days ago.
If it’s too little, give it to me this time.”
The prison boss shook his head, stirred the wooden bucket with a rice spoon, covered Su Qin's rice bowl, narrowed his old wrinkled eyes and said, "Okay!"
Seeing that there was only half a bowl of rice, Su Qin said she was not full, but she kept asking for more. The prison boss was not happy, so he closed the window for her, and while pushing the food truck, he muttered: "Yes."
If you give back what you have to your mother-in-law and mother-in-law, you are seeking death!"
"Alas..." Seeing that the prison boss had no intention of giving him food, Mei Liangchen couldn't help but sigh heavily and took back the bowl and chopsticks that he had extended.