Yu Jun

Mo Lingfeng hurried forward, his eyes quickly passing through the cells. A warder was urinating into the toilet, and the water made a "squeaking" sound. Nomad Qing walked over quietly, and landed a knife on the back of the man's neck.

The jailer almost fell into the toilet, but Nomad Qing picked up his clothes and threw him into a corner.

There were only these three jailers in the entire Yushitai Prison.

The guards here have always been lax, just because officials were imprisoned. If they were not careful, their families and clans would be implicated. There were always only those who committed suicide and no one escaped from prison.

Mo Lingfeng's sleeves were filled with wind and she was walking very fast. Nomad Qing was also walking quickly in front of her. Their sleeves were making a sound, and the light of the oil lamp on the wall was shaking.

The two of them walked to the door of Xiao Dou's prison. When Xiao Dou saw Mo Lingfeng, he quickly ran to the door, grabbed the wooden fence with both hands, and said excitedly: "General, let's go?"

In his busy schedule, Nomad Qing took the time to roll his eyes at him: "Stay there!"

Little Dou pursed his lips and struggled to get his head stuck between the bars, staring at Mo Lingfeng. He Feng heard the noise and turned over from the hay. He quietly opened his eyes and saw Nomad Qing prying open Wu Jin's prison. Mo Lingfeng stepped in through the door.

Mo Lingfeng's eyes fell on Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was lying on the ground, not waking up. A crane cloak was crumpled into a ball, as if someone had thrown it carelessly and fell on Wu Jin.

The crane cloak was clean and soft, and was not owned by the jailer. There were only a few more utensils in He Feng's cell, which must have been brought in by his family. He threw them onto Wu Jin with great effort.

She walked to He Feng's cell and bowed her hands: "Thank you He Cloak."

He Feng closed his eyes tightly and lay on the ground without saying a word, pretending that he had not seen Mo Lingfeng.

After sitting in prison, his heart became pure. No matter how hot and full the sky was outside, the wind could not blow into Yushitai Prison.

Besides, Wu Jin is pitiful. He can save lives by pretending to be deaf and mute, so why not?

What Mo Lingfeng wanted was this silence. She returned to Wu Jin, squatted down and lifted off a corner of the crane's cloak to see the injuries on Wu Jin's body.

Before that, she had predicted Wu Jin's injuries countless times. The imperial staffs were all used by the imperial army. Seriously, twenty staffs could beat a person into a puddle of mud. These 36 staffs, even if they did not kill Wu Jin, would still be enough. It will never be light.

Even though she had thought about it, she still felt panicked when she took off the crane cloak. After forcing herself to calm down, she looked inside with the light of a fire on the wall. Her heart skipped a beat and she almost screamed. Subconscious recognition goes too far.

Under the crane cloak, Wu Jin's clothes were cut to pieces, and her back, buttocks and legs were exposed. Mo Lingfeng's discoloration was not due to the difference between men and women.

After taking a deep breath, she turned back and looked at Wu Jin's injuries again.

The skin and flesh on Wu Jin's body were torn, and the blood condensed into large areas of dark red, sticking to the body together with the pungent and rough medicinal powder. The remaining clothes were stained cold and hard by the blood, turning into iron clothes, and the haystacks were soaked. Full of blood.

Mo Lingfeng carefully put down the crane cloak, moved his knees to the side of Wu Jin's head, and used the back of his hand to explore Wu Jin's forehead.

My forehead felt hot to the touch.

He had been doused with well water, and the jailer's medicinal powder was not enough to cure his injuries. He was already weak and out of breath.

Mo Lingfeng's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand.

Under the weak light of the fire, she looked at his face. He had a swollen forehead and a slender figure. He was always meticulous and had a handsome appearance, but now his hair was messy and his face was dirty. .

Nomad Qing lowered his voice: "General, the jailer will wake up in two quarters of an hour at most."

Mo Lingfeng nodded, held his head, and moved it to her lap. Looking at the dried blood between his lips and teeth, in his nostrils, and in his ears, she had already thought about how painful the imperial staff 36 was, but she never expected that it could destroy a person. So far.

Only when the internal organs are damaged will there be blood in the seven orifices.His body was crushed inch by inch by the torture rod. There was no cure or cure here. How could he be cured?

A large tear fell into Wu Jin's hair. Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hand to wipe it away and whispered: "Don't be afraid, I will take you back to Kuanzhou. Li Yitie will stay in Kuanzhou and he will make you the same as before."

She touched Wu Jin's temples again: "They all failed you, but I won't."

Wu Jin's mind was completely blank. The physical pain left him, and his soul would soon be completely liberated. In the haze, he carried a load of cakes and walked through the narrow alley of Shishi Street. Went through and came to Yuhua Street selling cakes.

The wind blew up and the lantern moved, and he felt like he was falling into the phantom sea of ​​clouds and mountains. Suddenly he heard a golden bell ringing. He raised his head and saw that he was sitting on the pavilion among gold pearls and white jade, holding a pot and pouring wine.

No, it’s not wine, it’s rock sugar and nectar water. Mo Lingfeng sat opposite him, with his elbows on the table and his palms on his chin, looking at the wine cup with a smile. Cheng Ting sat next to him, feasting, with the big yellow dog leaning against him. At his feet, gnawing on bones.

The surroundings were strangely quiet, with only the crackling sound of the charcoal fire. Filling a cup with nectar water, Mo Lingfeng reached out to take it and drank it slowly.

A drop of nectar water dripped from the wall of the lamp onto the skirt of her clothes, spreading gently. She was wearing a goose-yellow shirt, with a gold necklace pressed against the skirt, making her skin look like snow.

Cheng Ting spoke at this time and said that he wanted to see Malong. Mo Lingfeng immediately put down his wine cup and agreed very much.

Their faces slowly blurred, but their voices were not far away, but getting closer and closer, entering his ears.

"Wu Jin."

Wu Jin's eyelashes trembled, and the two lips that were stuck together were torn apart, making a low sound of air flow.

Seeing his movements, Mo Lingfeng quickly leaned over and put his head close to him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"If you walk quickly, you will be suspected." Wu Jin breathed out a hot breath, all condensed here, and before he finished speaking, there was no sound again.

His death remonstrance was to petition for the people, to punish the clan members for the country, and to pave a clean road for Mo Lingfeng.

It won't take long for the news to spread all over the world, and then Mo Lingfeng can be safely released from Yushitai Prison, and the people and officials can coerce the emperor to let her return to Kuanzhou.

Maybe there's still time to prevent the castle from starting another war.

He, a despicable person with selfish motives and a duplicitous co-conspirator, was suitable to die in this dirty place. It was not worth the risk for Mo Lingfeng to sneak out of the monastery for him and be suspected of absconding.

Mo Lingfeng, who is no longer lively and has no gold collar, is still a ray of concern in his heart - the road is long and difficult, and she must be very lonely walking alone.

Mo Lingfeng didn't hear his voice again, her heart tightened, and a pair of hands hugged his shoulders tightly.

She had seen more brutal fighting on the battlefield. If she was injured, she would just act normally. But if she was injured on someone she loved, it would make her feel like a knife.

Nomad Qing found a bowl of cold water from the prison, squatted down to feed him, held Wu Jin's chin with one hand, and brought the bowl to his mouth with the other. Wu Jin drank less and spilled more.

"General, there is no medicine, I'm afraid tonight..."

Mo Lingfeng gritted his teeth and held back his grief: "Scrape a layer of ashes from the beam."

There was a doctor in the fort who once said that a piece of earth called "widow's bedside dust" could cure external injuries in an emergency. If there was no bed, the same could be said for the dust on the beams that had not been moved for many years.

There must be no thieves visiting the beams in Yushitai Prison, and no jailers would go up to clean them.