In the dark, smelly, dark cell, Song Yunping grabbed the railing.
"Bring some water." He shouted outside, "I want to drink water."
After shouting for a long time, two guards came over with unhappy expressions on their faces.
"What are you shouting for?" he said angrily.
"Bring some tea." Song Yunping said angrily.
The two guards stared.
"Song Yunping, it seems that you are getting more and more comfortable in prison?" they said.
Damn it’s so hard.
In the past, he pretended to be humble and worked as a lowly child in the Fang family. Although he felt bitter at that time, he gritted his teeth and said that he had to endure hardships to become a great man. Sometimes he looked back on his life and admired himself quite a lot. He probably felt that back then
It's just like Gou Jian's death.
But once I lived in this prison, I realized how damn hard it was. I couldn't stand it for two days or ten days and a half.
What is Li Changhong doing? Why is he so slow?
"Stop talking nonsense and bring some water." Song Yunping said.
"You're going to die, are you so cruel?" the prison guard cursed.
Song Yunping looked at them coldly.
I will not die whoever dies!
You are all dead as long as I don’t die!
He wanted to grab the railing and shout, "Just watch, I will be let out soon!"
There was a sound of footsteps outside, accompanied by shouts.
"Another heavy criminal is here." The two guards reacted and said, looking a little surprised, "I haven't heard of anyone committing crimes recently."
"Bring water to grandpa." Song Yunping shouted.
The two guards ignored him and watched as several soldiers dragged a man in. They had never seen this soldier before, and they couldn't help but stop.
Just as they were about to ask, the soldiers looked over with fierce expressions on their faces. They were so frightened that they forgot to speak for a moment.
"Where is Song Yunping?" the leading soldier asked.
Looking for Song Yunping?
The prison guard subconsciously reached out and pointed.
The soldiers carried the man and walked towards this side.
"Open the door," they said.
The prison guard didn't dare to ask, so he went to open the door and watched the soldiers carrying the man over.
The man's clothes were messy and his hair was disheveled, covering his head and face, but his figure looked familiar.
The soldiers had already passed them and threw the man in easily.
"This is an imperial prisoner, keep an eye on it." they said, pointing inside.
Imprisoned?
That was a prisoner arrested by imperial edict.
This is no ordinary prisoner.
The prison guards looked moved.
This kind of prisoner needs to be carefully guarded.
"Speaking of the inventory, I am not an imperial prisoner." Song Yunping said.
The soldiers turned around and left without even looking at him. The prisoners were relieved but frightened.
"Who is this?" A prison guard wanted to take a look, but was held back by his companions.
"Prisoner, don't get into trouble," my companion reminded me.
It is better to do less than to do more. If you cause less trouble, the guards will turn around and leave.
"However." One of them couldn't help but stop and look back, "I think this person seems..."
"What does it look like?" one asked.
It seems like the county magistrate, but I am afraid that the petty magistrate will not be happy if he compares the magistrate to the imperial convicts.
"Nothing, nothing," the guard said, "Let's go, let's go."
Seeing the prisoners running away as fast as they could, Song Yunping licked his chapped lips and cursed.
"Water for me." He shouted, then slapped the railing hard and sat back, "You bastards, wait until I get out, you will look good."
He sat for a moment looking at the man thrown to the ground.
What kind of ghost invader?
Was he knocked unconscious or frightened?
"Go away, don't take my land." He cursed, "Do you know who I am?
The man didn't move, so Song Yunping went over and kicked him.
The man moaned in pain.
"Bold, I am..." He seemed to be murmuring.
"I don't care who you are..." Song Yunping cursed. In the middle of his sentence, when he saw the man on the ground moving sideways to reveal half of his face, his voice suddenly became higher pitched and changed, "Ah! Mr. Li!"
This happened so suddenly that I took a step back in fright and looked at the man lying on the ground in disbelief.
Is he dreaming? Or maybe he was too injured, hungry for too long, thirsty and hallucinating?
Li Changhong?
Why is Li Changhong here?
Song Yunping rubbed his eyes and shouted tentatively with a trembling voice.
"Li Changhong."
Magistrate Li was thrown to the ground just now. He was already anxious, angry and angry, so he fainted. At this time, he woke up and looked around at a loss.
Where is this? What happened?
Then he saw Song Yunping's face, and at the same time he remembered what happened.
He yelled and sat up.
Song Yunping also shouted again.
It would be a coincidence if the faces are similar and the voices are the same.
This person is really Li Changhong, Magistrate Li. Magistrate Li who came just this morning and said he was waiting for good news.
Is this, is this good news?
The good news is that he, Li Changhong, is also a prisoner?
Before the two of them had time to speak, voices sounded outside.
"Master Li."
This was also a familiar voice, and both Song Yunping and County Magistrate Li looked over.
I saw Mrs. Fang walking in, followed by only a girl.
"What's wrong with you? What happened? What's going on?" She rushed over and asked in panic.
Panic, concern and confusion….
Seeing Mrs. Fang's reaction, various thoughts flashed through County Magistrate Li's mind. The reason why the officers and soldiers came in to capture him was because he was a Jin spy.
Could it be that this is really a misunderstanding? It did not happen in the Fang family?
If so, it would be easier to handle.
"Old Mrs. Fang, why are you here?" He felt inexplicably relieved and said with a bit of strength, "Don't worry that I was framed. I didn't do anything like a Jin spy. The higher ups will find out clearly."
Although his clothes were torn and his hair was disheveled, and his face was bruised from falling to the ground, he still tried his best to maintain the elegant temperament of a scholar.
And what he said was still concerned about Old Mrs. Fang, as if he didn't know what happened at all, and just thought it was being framed.
Old Mrs. Fang looked at him, holding on to the bars with a sad expression.
"Master Li." She shouted tremblingly.
Magistrate Li also tried his best to look at her and was about to squeeze out a smile when Old Mrs. Fang, who was squatting in front of him across the railing, suddenly spit in his face.
Magistrate Li was caught off guard and was sprayed in the face. He couldn't open his eyes and let out a scream.
"Master Li, you are very happy when I tell you the whereabouts of my grandson, right?" Old Mrs. Fang said, the anxiety, worry and panic on her face disappeared.
She laughed loudly, her eyebrows widened, and her expression was a little distorted.
"I'm very happy too."
"I'm so happy."
That’s it, this damn old woman!
When I abandoned Song Yunping, firstly, because Song Yunping had been exposed, he cut off his wrists to avoid implicating himself. In order to find out the whereabouts of Fang Chengyu, he didn't expect that this dead old woman was not fooled, but also wanted to use the whereabouts of her grandson to find him.
Magistrate Li looked at the mad old lady Fang in front of him with a frightened expression and couldn't help but shudder.
Why do these women of the Fang family, who have been treated as puppets and laughed at for more than ten years, suddenly feel so scary?