A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 690
Hearing this, Meng Yan relaxed her brows a little, looked at him and said, "If that's the case, you can fight for me."

Then she took off the silver needles on his body, and the wound was bandaged again without looseness.She reached out and touched his forehead, Xu Chenfang lowered her head slightly, like a big dog, liking the brief moment when her hand came up.

His forehead was not so hot anymore, Meng Yan looked at his dry red lips again, and said, "Are you very thirsty?"

Xu Shenfang said: "A little bit."

"wait."

Meng Yan walked out of the cell, went to the prison guard who was sleeping, brought a pot of water from the table, and poured it for Xu Chenfang to drink.

Fever already requires a lot of water. He was so thirsty that he drank the water in the pot until it almost ran out.

Meng Yan said: "Go to sleep, if you get better tomorrow morning, you will get better every day, and you will recover."

At dawn, the prison guard woke up, probably because he had slept on his stomach for a long time, and the back of his neck was especially sore.

While rubbing his neck, he picked up the kettle and poured water to drink. He didn't want the kettle to be so light that only half a glass of water was poured out.

The prison guard was very puzzled, he clearly remembered that when he was on duty last night, he filled a whole jug of water.

The prison guard stretched his neck and glanced at Meng Yan and Xu Chenfang's cell, seeing that they were still there, he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he thought he had made a mistake.

After the sky brightened, Meng Yan woke up, and immediately went to check on Xu Shenfang's situation.

She stretched out her hand across the prison bar, trying to touch Xu Shen Fang's forehead, but accidentally touched his nose and lips.

His breathing is warm.

Xu Shenfang woke up all of a sudden, and reminded: "Cousin Ani, I advise you to be more professional."

Meng Yan had to take care of him, so she could only sleep half the night every night, and she was not fully awake for a while, so she didn't care, "It has nothing to do with whether you are professional or not."

As she spoke, she moved her hand up again, passed over his eyes, and stroked his forehead.

His eyelashes were very long, and he swept them gently towards her palm.The temperature on the forehead is a little cool, which belongs to the normal range after the fever subsides.

Then Meng Yan asked the prison guard to bring a pot of drinking water to the cell.

Prisoners who are usually detained in the prison, the prison guards will not deliberately deliver water, basically they will bring a bowl of water along with the prison meals.And it's gone after one bowl.

Because of Meng Yan's special status, Yan Shouzhen had explained that he could not be treated harshly, so he went to ask for instructions.

At that time, Yan Shouzhen was dizzy from the busy work, and replied in a bad mood: "Whatever Princess Yinwu wants, as long as it doesn't violate common sense, she can prepare anything. She just wants a pot of water, not a pot of blood, and she can do it." Do you want to ask the officer for instructions?"

The jailer retreated to get ready, Yan Shouzhen stopped him again and said, "Ask Princess Yin Wu, do you want hot water or lukewarm water or cold water."

The prisoner replied: "Oh."

All the relevant personnel who are in charge of watching Meng Yan and Xu Shenfang's prison guards, as well as the principal in charge of the case, should all be Yan Shouzhen.He did it himself, and didn't let other young ministers intervene, so that other forces couldn't get in, and he was naturally exhausted.

The prisoner went out of the lobby, and met Yan Shouzhen's attendant Jingyun outside the door.

Jingyun has been by Yan Shouzhen's side all the time, and she is also reasonable and easy to talk to.Everyone in Dali Temple is willing to associate with him.

In this way, he can also grasp the information of the contacts in Dali Temple as much as possible.

Right now, Jingyun almost nodded to the prison, saying: "Thank you."

The jailer complained to him a few words, saying: "Princess Yin Wu wants water, and the little ones just need to deliver the water, and there are hot water, warm water and cold water, and they are delivered according to Princess Yin Wu's preference. Won't you be overly nervous? Princess Yin Wu is in jail anyway."

Jingyun said: "The matter is of great importance, it is always right to be cautious."

Like a confidant elder brother, he also walked with the prison guard for a while, and said earnestly, "My lord took over this case, and there was a turmoil in the court, and the emperor didn't order to severely punish Princess Yin Wu. You know why? what?"

How could the jailer know these details, and asked, "Why?"

Jingyun said: "I am waiting for King Wu of Yin. When King Wu of Yin comes back, will he make his concubine wronged? Don't say that adults dare not offend King Wu of Yin, how dare we offend the servants below?"

He shook his head sincerely.

Jingyun said: "So before the matter is resolved, my lord told you to treat Princess Yin Wu well, that is to treat your future self well, understand?"

Otherwise, when King Wu of Yin comes back, are you afraid that you won't be able to kill a few prison guards?

The jailer nodded seriously and said, "Understood."

So the prison guard hurried back to the cell, and asked Meng Yan enthusiastically and respectfully, "Would the princess want to drink hot water, warm water or cold water?"

Meng Yan: "...can I still choose?"

Prison guard: "Master Yan specifically asked, of course it can. If the princess wants to drink tea, the younger one can make tea; if the princess wants to drink sugar water, the younger one can add sugar."

Meng Yan said: "Forget about tea and sugar water, let's have two pots of hot water."

The prison guard sent two big pots, as if Meng Yan was afraid that there would not be enough to drink, and said: "If the princess is not enough, I will add the smaller one."

One day, Xu Shenfang drank the whole pot of water, and Meng Yan gave him his own.

In the evening, there was still some localized fever, and it was rare that there was no high fever overnight.

The rumors outside about Meng Yan and Xu Shenfang intensified.

For this reason, Xu Chenfang's life experience was thoroughly inquired by those interested people, and all of them were revealed.

Everyone in the capital knew that the dignified Princess Yin Wu was entangled with a lowly son of a whore.

When Chongyi came to see Meng Yan, she didn't want to say more about it, but Meng Yan wanted to ask her about the situation, so she just told her everything.

Chongyi said: "They failed to murder the concubine, so they used this kind of nonsense to frame the concubine. The concubine should not listen."

Meng Yan sat cross-legged, pinched a piece of dead grass in his hand, and said: "They have nothing to do, so they want to drown me with human words. But if they can drown me, there are so many rumors going on and on, I will He died a hundred and eighty times long ago. Now, isn’t he still alive and well.”

Next door, Xu Chenfang raised her face, squinted her black eyes to look at the dazzling light outside the window, and sighed: "It's been a long time since I've been told that I'm the son of a whore. It's so strange and familiar."

He spoke very calmly, without self-mockery or low self-esteem.

Because he never denied his life experience, he accepted everything about himself.

Meng Yan and Chongyi were silent.

Xu Shenfang said again: "I'm involved with me, I wonder if King Yin Wu will be angry when he comes back." In his impression, Yin Heng is very stingy.

Chongyi said: "Of course the lord will be angry. He will clean up those dog things so that even parents don't recognize them."

Chongyi said that everything is fine in the palace, but the housekeepers and nuns are worried about Meng Yan, and Xia family is also thinking about Meng Yan all day long, and she is so delicate and strong that she cannot see her mother, so it is difficult to coax her to cry.

(End of this chapter)