The emperor had already ordered that if Prince Yongnan got angry, the jailer should leave immediately. Anyway, even if there were 200 jailers in this prison, they couldn't stop Yue Nanchen. He would come out if he wanted to!
The moonlight was like water, pouring down from the skylight, faintly hitting the lonely and frustrated face of the man. Yue Nanchen pouted in grievance and looked back to find the steamed bun that he had thrown on the ground.
Shui Yao lazily lay on the box full of jewelry, taking in the man's loneliness and grievance. At this time, Yue Nanchen had lost his hostility and ruthlessness, like a child who had suffered a great deal of grievance.
"Hehe!" Shui Yao couldn't help but laugh out loud, her laughter was sweet and evil, but it seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm.
"What are you laughing at?" Yue Nanchen glared at her coldly. Seeing her lying on the mahogany box, Yue Nanchen looked even more embarrassed.
Lan Shuiyao didn't answer him, but just stared at the dry bun in his hand, watching him eat it bit by bit. After a long time, she pursed her bright red lips and said, "I thought you would rush out! I didn't expect you could eat such a dry bun?"
Yue Nanchen ignored her, or to be more exact, he didn't have time to pay attention to her. He just rolled his eyes and patted his chest desperately, as if he was choked. He wanted to turn around to find the bowl of water, but he knocked it to the ground again. Where was it?
"Go ahead!" The woman called out in a tender voice, and a white jade and blue porcelain bottle was thrown over.
Yue Nanchen quickly took it and opened the cork. A rich aroma of wine wafted into his nose. He immediately took a big gulp, his neck stiffened, and he took a breath of relief, then sniffed it and drank a few more sips.
This is Yue Nanxuan's favorite plum wine. The palace only brews
One hundred kilograms of it would only be taken out during major festivals. Who would have thought that it would be given to Lan Shuiyao to drink as water!
The more Yue Nanchen thought about it, the more suffocated he felt. He lifted the bottle and gulped down the wine to relieve himself. The crystal clear and mellow wine flowed down the corners of his thin lips.
After drinking to his heart's content, Yue Nanchen pursed his lips and was about to thank her when he heard the woman's lazy voice ring out coldly, "One thousand taels of silver for a bottle of wine, Your Majesty, please remember this!"
The anger that had just been released could not help but accumulate again. Yue Nanchen sneered, "You are really good at doing business! Lan Shuiyao, are you really so short of money? Can you sell everything for money?"
Yue Nanchen's eyes glanced lightly at the large box under her.
"Who doesn't need money?" Lan Shuiyao glanced at him lazily, and sat up suddenly, but she didn't leave the big wooden box after all. Her jade-white feet tapped lightly one by one.
"You have never experienced the feeling of hunger and cold. Without food and clothes, even survival is a problem. At that time, you will know the importance of money!"
The woman's voice was faint, less sweet and more heavy.
Yue Nanchen raised his eyes to look at her. The woman was extremely beautiful under the candlelight, but there was a hint of indifference and ruthlessness in her dark eyes.
"Is Lan Mu not good to you?" Yue Nanchen asked in a low voice. It is impossible for a young lady from the prime minister's family to suffer from hunger and cold, right?
Shui Yao raised her eyebrows lazily, not intending to answer him. She jumped down from the box as light as a civet cat, swayed her body casually, her skirt fluttered capriciously, and she waved her hand to extinguish the candle.
There was no candlelight on Yue Nanchen's side, so once it went out, the entire prison was shrouded in darkness.
Only the moonlight pouring in from the small window above the head could barely make out the outlines of objects.
Yue Nanchen is a martial artist, so his eyes are naturally sharper than those of ordinary people, but he can only see the general idea and not the details.
"Why did you put out the candle?" Yue Nanchen asked coldly. He had been chatting with her, thinking that time would pass faster and it would not be so torturous. But now he was suddenly immersed in darkness and he really didn't know what to do!
"I'm going to take a shower and go to bed!" The woman's lazy voice came over, accompanied by the rustling sound of clothes.
Yue Nanchen's heart moved, and he focused his attention to look. Next to the jade screen was a large bathtub filled with hot water that the servant had just replaced. Steam was rising, and the woman faced him, slowly taking off her clothes.
Suddenly, a gorgeous and slender figure appeared on the screen.
Although it was dark and the screen blocked the view, Yue Nanchen could not see clearly, but he could see the sexiness, sensuality, and curves of the person clearly.
When vision is affected, the sense of smell and hearing will become more acute. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of a woman, and Yue Nanchen suddenly felt dry in the mouth again.
He grabbed the wine bottle beside him, but forgot that he had already gulped down the entire bottle of wine!
He was in an irritable mood, and suddenly grabbed the straw beside him and shouted coldly, "Lan Shuiyao, listen, I don't allow you to marry Yue Nanxuan. You are my concubine, unless I divorce you!"
The sound of the rushing water stopped for a moment, but soon became louder, as if in protest against his words.
Yue Nanchen sat on the straw depressedly. For the first time in his life, powerlessness and confusion enveloped his heart.
This night
Why was it so long? What was Third Brother thinking? Was he genuine or fake about Lan Shuiyao? And wouldn't that money-loving woman feel uncomfortable sleeping with those cold, hard gold, silver, and jewelry?
Unable to fall asleep, Yue Nanchen simply sat up and moved closer to the next room, "Hey, Lan Shuiyao, are you asleep?"
There was no answer from the neighbor, so he shouted again. This time, the person next door finally responded. He saw the curtain move slightly, and he was answered by a gust of wind. He caught it instinctively, and found that it was a jade ruyi in his hand. It was obviously of high quality, and it emitted a faint green light in the moonlight.
At this time, throwing him a pot of wine would be much more useful than a piece of jade. This woman must have done it on purpose!
He squinted his eyebrows, and for the first time felt the urge to joke, and called out loudly again, "Lan Shuiyao? Lan Shuiyao?" The voice was faint, as if calling a soul, echoing in the dark prison.
The sound of breaking wind was heard again. Yue Nanchen thought it was jewelry again. He was about to reach out to take it, but the silver light pierced his eyes and he instinctively dodged it. With a "puff", the silver needle pierced into the prison frame behind him.
Yue Nanchen moved over and pulled out the silver needle, feeling a little scared. Fortunately he didn't take it, otherwise... Looking back at the figure of the woman lying quietly under the curtain, he felt resentful again.
Lan Shuiyao is really stingy. I guess she threw the jade at him in anger the first time and he didn’t react. But now that she has come to her senses, she is unwilling to throw it away again. She even used hidden weapons and is not afraid of hurting him by mistake!
Leaning against the prison frame, Yue Nanchen stopped calling her and just looked up at the sky, hoping that this difficult night would pass quickly and there would be news about Qianhun tomorrow.
Through the curtains, I coldly gazed at the man's lonely back.
Shadow, Lan Shuiyao was thinking about everything that happened today. This sky prison could not hold Yue Nanchen at all.
If, as he said, he wanted the throne, he could leave if he wanted to. The world outside had already changed. Why would he stay despite all the grievances? And when he wanted to kill her, she couldn't feel his murderous intent at all!
What is this man up to?
The moonlight was dim, and Shui Yao gradually fell asleep listening to the man's soft breathing.
A white shadow quickly jumped from the roof into the yard.
"Who?" Bai Ren, who was sitting on the bed healing his wounds, raised his eyes alertly. When he saw the smiling face of the man in front of him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes again, and slowly adjusted his breathing.
"Your injuries seem to be serious. Why?" Qian Hun sat down on the chair in front of him and poured himself some tea.
Bai Ren raised his eyes, "Why?"
Qianhun shook his hands and sneered, "Although I used a bit of strength in that attack, it would be impossible for you to be injured so seriously if you were to use your internal energy to resist. You didn't use your internal energy at all, right?"
Bai Ren suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes narrowed in pain. As expected, nothing could be hidden from Qianhun. However, Qianhun had seen it all. Would my master also... He bit his lip, his eyes became dark and deep.
Qianhun sighed sadly, "You still don't want to tell me the reason?"
Bai Ren closed his eyes again, his thin lips pursed coldly, and his tightly furrowed brows revealed his inner excitement.
"Forget it, if you don't want to talk about it, forget it, but you don't have to hurt yourself because of this matter, especially now that I'm in prison and the emperor's attitude is unclear. I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling!"