Luo nine needles

The cell of Dali Temple was dark and dead.

Those in the deepest part of the prison are all serious criminals, who have been sentenced to death and are only waiting to be executed. There is no torture punishment, no howling and crying, and they are lifeless.

But this situation has changed since Gao Xiaoliuguan came in.

One moment there was the creaking sound of the guqin, the next moment there was the humming and chirping sound of reciting, and the next moment it was oops, "The prisoner, the prisoner."

At other times, even if the prisoners shouted Po Tian, ​​the cell bosses would ignore them.

But this senior six is ​​different.

Although Liu Siqing was daring enough to hurt Liu Siqing and was imprisoned in death row, the cell bosses did not dare to really treat him as a death row prisoner.

Besides, no condemned prisoner is treated like this. The cell boss walked in angrily and looked at the cell.

The cell is decorated with carved beds, embroidered quilts, guqin, screens, desks, and books full of scrolls. If it wasn't for the dark surroundings and the chains everywhere, it would be a nobleman's study.

It's just that this noble young man didn't study hard with a book in his hands, but put his feet on the desk, and a volume of books was pillowed behind his neck.

"Mr. Gao, what else do you need?" the cell boss asked angrily.

Gao Xiaoliu twirled a pen in his hand, and said, "I think my injury hurts again, and I need to eat some Cuiminglou's stewed duck head."

"I said, Mr. Gao, I asked you to bring these things from your home. The adults ordered you to study and cultivate your character. Don't pick what you eat and drink." Buy it, we won't give you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gao Xiaoliu threw the pen in his hand and walked steadily through the prison bar——

The cell boss subconsciously stretched out his hand and caught the thrown pen.

"This pen is for you." Gao Xiaoliu said.

Pen?What's the point of a pen... But Gao Xiaoliu of Huixianlou, for food and clothing... the prison chief subconsciously weighed the pen, it didn't feel like a pen... He couldn't help but lift it up Looking at the bright place, the place where the paint seems to be peeling off is shining golden.

Oh, gold!

The prison chief hurriedly stuffed the pen into his pocket: "All right, all right, I'll ask the doctor if you can eat whatever you want."

Isn't it just a stewed duck head? In fact, everyone can see that Sir Siqing just wanted to lock this kid in a cell, but he didn't really want him to die, otherwise he wouldn't allow Huixianlou to keep sending him here. thing.

Eating something good is also for healing.

The cell boss went out happily.

Gao Xiaoliu leaned back on the chair and snorted, stretched out his feet, hooked the guqin in his arms, fiddled with it casually with his wound-wrapped hands, and was about to sing a little song to amuse himself, but there were thumping footsteps outside.

The cell boss who ran out earlier came back again.

"It's bad, it's bad," he yelled.

Gao Xiaoliu snorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're already in death row. What's wrong with that?"

The prison chief turned pale and said, "Duchasi is here to rent a cell!"

Gao Xiaoliu sneered again: "Just borrow it, it's no big deal."

The prison chief sneered with a pale face: "Young Master Gao probably doesn't know that the last time Duchasi came to borrow it, he directly dragged the prisoners out of the cell and chopped off their heads to free up the cell."

Gao Xiaoliu let out a scream, holding the guqin in his arms and playing wildly, the cell was filled with howling ghosts and wolves for a while.

"Father, I will be killed by Liu Yan, and the incense in your house will be cut off."

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Liu Yan frowned, looked at the officials standing in front of him with a disturbed expression, and then at the grinning guards in black standing outside the hall.

Seeing him looking over, Zhu Chuan smiled and saluted: "Our governor is not free to come in person today, please don't mind, Mr. Liu."

Liu Yan ignored him and asked the official, "Is there any spare room in our cell?"

The officials were even more disturbed when they heard this, and carefully asked: "Is that good or not?"

Did Duchasi really come to borrow a cell?Is it to make trouble on purpose, or to kill someone on purpose?
Even if they were locked in the cells of the Dali Temple, some suspects would not be able to wait until the process was completed to be convicted according to the law, because for some reason they needed to be shut up early.

"We just need to answer yes or no, this is what we should do." Liu Yan said, looking outside, "As for whether it is suitable or not, it is something that the Duchasi considers, and it has nothing to do with us."

The official seemed to understand, but said, "Of course there are."

It's been pretty peaceful recently, with not many cases.

Liu Yan said: "Then let Duchasi choose it himself." Then he said, "Bring Gao Xiaoliu out."

Regardless of whether Liu Yan really wants him to die or not, he cannot be allowed to die in the hands of Duchasi anyway, otherwise he will become a stain on Liu Yan. Your Excellency here?"

Liu Yan said, "Shut up in the stable."

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Gao Xiaoliu struggled all the way and was dragged into the stable, and the binding on his mouth was not removed until he was thrown in.

Gao Xiaoliu bah bah bah a few times, spitting out the strangled foam in his mouth.

"Why are you so cowardly, Liu Yan, you are the Minister of Dali Temple, you are afraid that everything will be prosecuted." He shouted, "Fight them, you dare not, let me come, why tie me—"

"Gao Xiaoliu, if you yell again," the cell boss warned, "Master Siqing said, put horse manure in your mouth!"

Liu Yan could really do this, Gao Xiaoliu immediately shut his mouth and tightened his grip.

"It's for your own good. Do you think Duchasi is as easy-talking as our adults?" The cell boss said in a low voice, "Duchasi doesn't owe your family any favors, so you can just stay here."

After finishing speaking, he took the guards and left, regardless of Gao Xiaoliu calling after him, "Bring me my bed, my book, my qin, and my duck head—"

The jailers seemed to have disappeared in a flash.

Gao Xiaoliu spat again, shaking his body.

"Then at least untie the rope for me!"

He cursed and cursed, from Liu Yan to Duchasi to the head of the prison, no matter how much he scolded around, no one paid attention to it. Although this place was a stable, it was abandoned and there were no horses.

Tired of cursing, Gao Xiaoliu lay on the dry grass, looking at the sky.

When he is not cursing or laughing, his facial features become calm, just like the sky above his head.

There is no wind today, and the clouds in the sky are motionless. After a long time, the sky and the earth seem to be frozen.

There was wind blowing by my ears, and the next moment, the sky changed, the clouds dispersed, and a woman's face appeared in front of my eyes.

Her eyebrows are slender, her eyes are clear, her nose bridge is high, and her whole face is clean and clear.

The fairy weaving clouds in the sky is like this.

Fairy, looks familiar...

Gao Xiaoliu subconsciously called out, breaking the stagnation between heaven and earth.

"You, what do you—" he asked in a voice.

Qixing raised her hand to him, "Hush."

Gao Xiaoliu stopped speaking, even stopped breathing, looked at the woman squatting on the horse shed, and finally saw clearly that she was wearing a gray and blue shirt that was common among the handymen in Dali Temple, dressed like a man.

She stretched out, landed silently, and squatted next to Gao Xiaoliu.

"Why are you here?" Gao Xiaoliu asked again in a low voice.

Qixing whispered: "Come and see you." She looked at his wounded hand tied in front of her body, "You are injured."

She stretched out her hand and gently pulled his hand out, holding it in her hand and looking at it.

Oh, she's holding his hand, Gao Xiaoliu yelled in his heart.

In fact, he had already held hands with her before.

In the deep valley of the dark night, she held his hand and walked all the way, and she jumped off the cliff with him in her arms. Later, they rode a horse together, and he hugged her tightly...

Skin-to-skin kisses are nothing to their life-and-death friendship!
But at this moment, Gao Xiaoliu was still a little stiff.

"Does it hurt?" Qixing asked.

Gao Xiaoliu's body softened in an instant, his voice became muffled, and he hummed: "It hurts."

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"Has the doctor seen it?"

"I've seen it, several doctors have seen it."

"Can it go back to normal?"

When Qixing asked this question, without waiting for Gao Xiaoliu to answer, he continued, "Don't worry if you don't recover well, I will make you an iron hand, just like the real thing."

Gao Xiaoliu asked, "Can I play cards?"

Qixing nodded: "Yes."

Gao Xiaoliu raised his eyebrows again and asked, "Can you win every bet?"

Qixing smiled: "Didn't you already win every bet?"

Gao Xiaoliu laughed, and the next moment he pulled his hand back forcefully, and said in a low voice, "My father told you? No, it's too dangerous here, don't think——"

"Your father didn't know that I came to see you." Qixing interrupted him.

Gao Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment, is it real or not?
"Why, do you think that I am a dignified head, and I can't do things outside of your capital?" Qi Xing said with a smile.

Gao Xiaoliu looked at her, smiled again, and raised his injured hand in front of him: "I'm ashamed, the head is mighty."

He didn't ask her again how she did it.

Although his heart is honest, the heart of Jingcheng Tangkou is not.

She told him regardless of the gap, he can't ask without borders.

The best way to keep a secret is to simply not know it.

"Don't worry." Gao Xiaoliu said, "I'm fine, I'm living here, and I'm very happy, look..."

He was still lying on the ground and pointed to the sky.

"I've never looked at the sky so well, I haven't seen it before."

Qixing also lay down suddenly, side by side with Gao Xiaoliu, looking at the sky.

"I haven't seen much of it either," she said.

She suddenly lay down next to him, Gao Xiaoliu was startled, the place is very dirty, the abandoned stables, dead branches, rotten leaves, horse dung...
But this thought flashed by, why would she care about this?He smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at the sky, and said, "Look, isn't the sky beautiful?"

Qixing watched quietly: "Yes, it's very beautiful."