"Little girl, can you try this bed? If you're not happy with it, tell your uncle and he'll change it for you." The jailer thoughtfully prepared a small bed for Bao. This was the youngest child he had ever seen and he felt sorry for her.
This can't help but remind him of his daughter...
What does the child understand? She is innocent. The emperor is too cruel, but he dare not say anything.
Abao felt a little disappointed. He heard that people in prison all slept on haystacks, but this... was just a bed.
"I'd better sleep on the floor."
[After getting used to a good life, I always want to endure some hardship and experience a new life]
The jailer's eyes turned red, "Child, don't worry about getting your uncle into trouble. Your uncle has already made arrangements with the brothers around him, and they won't tell the emperor."
"Abao is not afraid, Abao is brave." Abao patted his chest and said, "Uncle, I'll give you a handful of candies. You can give them to your sister, and she will get better."
The jailer accepted it with gratitude. It was the first time he had received a gift since he was a child. He said, "You are so good at talking and so sweet."
He had been married for several years and had a daughter with his wife. However, when his daughter was two years old, she had a high fever. The family had no money and they did not have time to treat her. Since then, his daughter has become a fool. The doctor said that the fever had damaged her brain.
Over the past two years, the child's mental state has been unclear, which has made the couple very anxious. They have taken him to many doctors, but nothing can cure him.
"Old Xu, why are you so nice to a prisoner?" Another prison guard came over.
"She's just a child, and she looks pretty pitiful."
"That child is also guilty. She has offended the emperor. Even if the princess comes, her fate will not be much better. You still make the bed for her. I really don't know what you are thinking."
"Last night a mouse stole the private money you hid at the widow Sun's house next door. No wonder you are in a bad mood today." Abao muttered a few words.
The jailer heard it clearly, "What did you say?"
Oh my god!
This damn girl actually knew that he...
"Mr. Zhang, you actually hid your private money in Widow Sun's house? Are you having an affair with Widow Sun?"
As soon as they mentioned eating watermelon, all the jailers gathered around.
A Bao sat on the haystack in the prison and drank a mouthful of milk happily. "She even has a child. She has not just one leg, but several legs."
"Ahhh! Stop talking! How would a little girl like you know that?" he said anxiously.
"I know a lot." A-Bao raised his chin. "Hey, you should hurry home. Your wife and Widow Sun are fighting. It's really lively."
Lao Zhang ran away, tumbling and crawling.
If his wife and her mistress start a fight, the neighbors will scold him to death. How will he survive in the future?
Turkish palace.
Rong Yimeng and Taoist Baiyun sat facing each other.
"I'm so worried. Why did Rong Jing go to the prison to see his sister and not come back? Could he have been locked up by the local tyrant as well?"
Taoist Master Bai Yun comforted him, "Young Master, don't worry. Although the Ninth Prince cannot speak, he has a good brain."
Better than you.
"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Rong Yimeng responded.
Taoist Master Bai Yun raised his lips and smiled, "Compared to the Ninth Prince, you are far behind."
"Oh, Di Rongjing is back!" Rong Yimeng snorted, but then he saw Di Rongjing walking in. Rong Yimeng rushed over and asked, "How's Sister Abao? Uh...what are you holding in your hand?"
Rong Yimeng was not very literate, and there was a small piece of paper in Di Rongjing's hand, with densely packed words on it, none of which Rong Yimeng recognized.
There are four big characters in it!
Given by Abao.
"Tabloid?" Taoist Baiyun was stunned. "There are melons on it."
"Really? Let me see. Oops, I can't read. Rongjing, can you read it to me? Oh no, Rongjing can't speak. Taoist Baiyun... No, you are too old. I dare not call you. I will find someone else to read it." Rong Yimeng was familiar with the place. He picked up the tabloid and rushed out of the room.
Di Rongjing: “…”
"Brother, can you please read the words on it for me? I don't recognize them!" Rong Yimeng caught a guard passing by.
He knew Rong Yimeng's identity and took a look with curiosity. "The Empress has a hobby of hiding her pants! In the sixth bundle in the fifth small compartment on the third layer of the cabinet in Yuxiu Palace, there is a leopard-print panties. Um, it belongs to King Xuan..."
The guard's face turned pale with fear.
Rong Yimeng laughed out loud, "Ahahahahaha, palace maids, eunuchs, and guards who are passing by, come and have a look, it's time to eat the big melon! Oh, I'm laughing to death."
The palace was unusually lively that night.
The local tyrant sent a number of people to keep an eye on the prison.
After all, she was the little princess stolen from the Tiansheng Dynasty. Before he broke off relations with the Tiansheng Dynasty, he didn't want anything to happen to Di Jiaoyang. He just wanted to scare Di Jiaoyang.
The jailers watched wave after wave of them go in with a ferocious look and come out in a hurry.
From then on, they never appeared in front of Po again.
I heard that something happened at home and they were busy dealing with it.
Later, the local emperor felt that the jailers did not watch the case well, so he specially arranged for several waves of ministers to go and watch.
However, the ministers who were imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison all came out crying.
At this time, the palace was filled with tabloids and it was extremely lively.
"I understand, I understand. My sister told me to follow her and enjoy the best of everything. Here comes the chance to make money." Rong Yimeng discovered that Di Rongjing had many gossip girls hidden in his body.
One piece of paper and one melon.
It's all about gossip in the palace.
"Selling tabloids, one tabloid is ten cents! Don't miss it if you pass by." Di Rongjing was in charge of collecting money.
Rong Yimeng was in charge of shouting.
The palace was immediately filled with people, and tabloids were in short supply, but fortunately there were enough tabloids about Di Rongjing.
It seemed that all the complaints were made by A-Po, and Di Rongjing was responsible for recording them.
In a short while, Di Rongjing's body was covered with the jingling of silver coins.
There was a commotion outside the hall.
The local tyrant became irritable and uneasy, "Come here, what are you doing outside whispering?"
Even the people on duty gathered in groups of two or three and kept talking.
The chief eunuch walked into the hall, lowered his head and covered his lips. It was obvious that he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud.
"How strange!" The local emperor stood at the door of the hall. This was a big deal. The maids and eunuchs in the courtyard did not sleep, and even the ministers who were waiting to see him gathered together.
"What are you doing?" The local tyrant walked over and found that everyone had a small piece of paper in their hands.
"Your Highness."
"Do you still have me, the emperor, in your eyes? All you have eyes for is paper! You, bring the piece of paper in your hand over here so I can see it!" The local tyrant pointed at a young eunuch on duty.
The little eunuch handed over the note, which was exactly the gossip about the Queen hiding her pants.