The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 51

Cao Liqing turned his back to her, leaving her with a miserable back.

Wan Yanjing was in a daze, and after a while, she remembered the cause and effect, and remembered where she was now.

Her throat was choked, and it took her a long time to find her own voice.

"Come on, come on!"

She knocked on the iron bars of the prison to attract the attention of the jailer.

After a while, a foolish jailer came over and scolded impatiently.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, just shouting in the early morning."

"Over there, hurry up, save Mr. Cao."

The jailer followed her gaze, and Master Cao who was hanged was startled.

Immediately after seeing the strangeness, he turned around and called for someone to carry the corpse, and casually ordered:
"Lord Cao committed suicide in fear of crime. Please go to Cao's mansion and invite family members to collect it."

Wan Yanjing's eyesight is excellent, so she could clearly see the details of Mr. Cao's death.

The texture of the white silk is very good, and there are patterns on it, like a rare brocade, which is by no means comparable to the street stalls produced in Tianlao.

Judging from the situation at the scene, Mr. Cao should be standing on the wooden bed where he was sleeping, stepping on his feet to pass the white silk through the iron ring on the top of the prison, and tied a knot.

Then he kicked his feet forward and began to swing for the last time of his life.

One guard hugged his hanging leg, and another guard stood on the wooden bed and cut Bai Ling off with a dagger.

Master Cao, who had been dead for a long time, was slowly lowered to the ground.

Mr. Cao's face was bruised and purple, and there was an obvious strangle mark on his neck. His hair was combed meticulously by himself, and the neckline of the prison uniform was also neatly arranged.

He closed his eyes, quietly as if he was just asleep.

But in fact...

The old man who was full of energy and taunted and framed her yesterday was so cold.

The old man who talked loudly in the academy when he was a child and beat her imperial brother aggressively with a ruler will never get up again.

The faint sunlight of the academy, the cool breeze accompanied by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, the high-quality paper pages smelling of ink, the sound of princes and daughters reading aloud...

Those times that never came back came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Wan Yanjing closed her eyes, but the scene of Master Cao hanging in prison still appeared in her mind.

I always feel that a generation of masters who have written more than ten articles and are full of peaches and plums should not have such an ending.

He will probably gradually lose his voice on a recliner under the shade of a summer tree at a very old age, or he may pass away peacefully amidst the cries of dozens of great-grandchildren...

In short, it will not be like this now, involved in an inexplicable imperial examination fraud case, framed a student who trusted him, and then hanged in a dark cell in humiliation.

What is it for?
"boom!"

Wan Yanjing opened her eyes, and Gao Tingwei put a bowl of chaffy rice at the door of her cell.

The bran-grain rice is generously served, topped with stir-fried cabbage.

It doesn't look very delicious, it's very different from Mr. Cao's food, but it's not that bad, after all, she heard that the prisoners in the dungeon eat swill.

Gao Tingwei grinned the corner of his mouth, and said with a big smile: "Hey, I came to deliver meals to the princess in person, for fear that the people below will treat the princess too slowly."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the empty cell opposite and clicked his tongue: "It's a pity Mr. Cao, I just left like this. The princess woke up in the morning and saw a corpse, but was she surprised?"

"Thank you, Mr. Gao, for your concern. Bengong was indeed taken aback and was terrified."

Wan Yanjing said calmly, under Gao Tingwei's scorching gaze, she walked over expressionlessly, picked up the rice bowl, turned around and sat down on her wooden bed, and started eating.

As he ate, he remembered Master Cao's luxurious bento yesterday.

She just said that a sky prison is a prison after all, even for the privileged class with a very high status, such treatment is really a bit exaggerated.

It turned out to be a severed meal.

This shows that they have known the date of Master Cao's death for a long time, and Master Cao himself knew it well and died generously.

What kind of role is Gao Tingwei?
Was he involved, and did he know the real cause of Lord Cao's death?
Under Gao Tingwei's eagle-eyed probing eyes, Wanyanjing ate up the chaff without changing his face.

It is worth mentioning that the fried cabbage is not bad, very refreshing.

"The princess seems to have a good appetite, but I don't know if she will smile for a while or not. Let's go with the official. I have an order to investigate the case, and I need the cooperation of the princess."

Gao Tingwei opened the cell door and stretched out his hand to signal.

Wan Yanjing tucked the token around her neck and followed him out.

In the dark corridor, only a skylight was opened on the top of the end, casting a faint light.

Along the way, passing by small squares, some were empty, and some prisoners in prison uniforms were overturned on wooden beds.

Those who have been locked up for a long time have scraggly hair and numb eyes.

In one of the cells was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged, with a straight back and a serious face. He had been staring at her since she appeared, looking at her for no apparent reason.

It can be seen that he has not been locked up for a long time, and his image is fairly neat.

Wan Yanjing looked at herself, she didn't change her prison uniform, she was still wearing the house robe skirt when she came here, the fabric was soft and delicate.

The middle-aged man was still looking at her, his eyes following her movements.

What do you look at, don't you want to wear women's skirts too?
She glanced at the man's frown and decided to ignore it.

Gao Tingwei had a panoramic view of this scene, and said with a smile: "Don't the princess recognize him? That is the presiding deacon of this imperial examination, Master Ban Shiyi."

Wan Yanjing paused, then continued to move forward, resisting the desire to look back.

She lifted her chin slightly, and there was no emotion in her voice: "It's the first time I saw you, of course I didn't recognize him. He looks like a dog, and he is a decent person. I didn't expect that the inside is full of dogs and dogs. It's a pity to frame us innocent. .”

Gao Tingwei laughed and continued to lead the way. She walked around the corner.

At the corner was a slightly larger cell, which contained a dozen or so embarrassed female prisoners.

One of them, whose blood stains had turned dark red, was lying on the ground facing her side with half of her face exposed. It was Gan Tang, her sister-in-law maid who had been with her for many years.

Wan Yanjing's pupils shrank suddenly, her finger bones clenched tightly, and she held her breath for a moment, and Gao Tingwei's playful voice sounded in her ears again.

"Ah, who is this? It looks like the concubine's maid. Oh yes, this maid has been recruited. The secret letter that the concubine conspired with Master Cao and others was written by her, and the handwriting matches. After a while Entering the torture room, this point needs to be explained by the princess."

Gan Tang brought a lot of money to manage, this is also an unspoken rule that many wealthy families are used to, and it stands to reason that everyone tacitly understands it.

After receiving the money, the jailer will be lenient. After all, no one knows whether the prisoner will go in today and will suddenly go out tomorrow and continue to rise.

Now it seems that this group of rats swallowed their money and played them like monkeys. They didn't want them to go out at all.

Wanyan's heart sank, her eyes almost ignited with anger.

She turned her head back and glared at Gao Tingwei: "This palace seems to be a softshell, right?"

(End of this chapter)