Chapter 750 This disease is very dirty
It was very cold in the cell.
Of course Xiao Lanyuan could see the little tricks they did today, but he didn't care.
I originally wanted to see if they would have any follow-up or if they just wanted to leave him to freeze. Now it seems that maybe there is something wrong with that prisoner who was inexplicably stuffed in.
Smelling this faint stench, Xiao Lanyuan took out two small medicine bottles from his arms, poured out a pill from each bottle, and ate them.
One detoxifies, one keeps you warm.
As for detoxification, he is being cautious and prepared.
As for keeping warm, it is really thanks to Fu Zhaoning, the little pharmaceutical expert.
His body suddenly became warm, which made Xiao Lanyuan admire Fu Zhaoning even more and miss her very much.
I don’t know if she is asleep now, or is having a long talk with Fu Jinchen late at night.
It's all possible.
The jailer came to him specifically to sow discord, saying that Fu Zhaoning was going to abandon him and only cared about his biological parents. He thought that he could alienate the relationship between him and his wife and destroy their trust.
That's ridiculous.
They had previously speculated what would happen after Fu Jinchen and his wife returned to the capital, and this situation was also within their expectations.
It was their original plan for Fu Zhaoning to be released from prison and go back to be with his parents this time.
They were just taking advantage of the emperor's order.
However, even so, he was forced to separate from Zhao Ning, and he probably wouldn't be able to hug her to sleep for quite a few days, which was enough to make Xiao Lanyuan angry.
These accounts must be blamed on the emperor.
He wanted to see how far the emperor would go.
The Dragon Shadow Guards still have some concerns. After all, they are from Zhao State, the royal family.
Xiao Lanyuan was thinking about these things, and he felt a slight chill in the prison, coming from that direction.
He thought about it and took two more pills.
The next morning, the prison boss and his jailers came in person to deliver breakfast.
The prisoner opposite is also involved, because the prison boss doesn't know how long this person will be locked up here, and he has to at least keep a breath of air before his superiors tell him to die.
Breakfast is just a steamed bun and a small dish of pickles.
Xiao Lanyuan had eaten that pickle once before. It tasted bitter and salty. The steamed bun was a little hard from being frozen. It was still cold inside after being steamed. The noodles were also very rough and tasted a little sour when chewed.
This kind of food is really the standard that prisoners in prison eat.
Originally, people like Prince Jun had to be taken care of as exceptions. But they were obviously making things difficult for him.
"My Lord, it's time for breakfast."
"Leave it there."
Xiao Lanyuan was lying on the bed, with the quilt pulled up to his face, making it almost invisible.
Hearing his hoarse voice, the jailer's heart skipped a beat.
Is this really, as they wish, ill?
Even if he was sick, if Prince Jun didn't ask to see a doctor or take medicine, they would have to pretend not to know and not ask proactively.
Just go back and report it immediately.
"Then put it on the table." The jailer had someone open the door, put a bowl and a small plate on the table, thought for a moment, then walked a few steps toward the bed and leaned forward to get a clear look at Prince Jun's face.
I didn't expect to see the mask again.
He was a little disappointed.
Prince Jun's face must be seriously damaged, right? Otherwise, why didn't he take off the mask even when he was sleeping under the quilt in this prison?
Without taking off the mask, we can’t see his expression and know if he is really sick.
"Get out." Prince Jun said two more words.
This time, the jailer heard it more clearly. Prince Jun's voice was indeed a little hoarse, as if he was sick.
"Yes, I'll be right out."
He left the cell, locked the door, and looked at the jailer who was bringing him food.
The jailer didn't dare to go in, and even pressed his mouth and nose with his arm, and threw the steamed bun into the cell with one hand.
"Hey, get up and have breakfast!"
When he spoke to the prisoner, the tone was completely different and very rough.
But the prisoner did not move.
"Did you hear that? I told you to get up and have breakfast!" the jailer shouted again.
The man remained motionless, without even a groan.
The jailer turned around and looked at the prison boss, asking him with his eyes: Boss, what should we do?
The prison boss wanted to say, eat it if you want.
They won't serve these prisoners.
But the prisoner was a little different. He could only frown and say, "Wake him up."
Even though they wanted to wake the man up, they still didn't dare to go in. So they took a pole, reached over, and poked the prisoner with the pole.
I poked it, but nothing happened.
I poked it again, but still no movement.
The jailer felt something was wrong, so he poked him hard and said, "If you don't get up, I'll be rude to you!"
He used quite a lot of force. It was normal for someone to cry out in pain or to dodge, but the prisoner remained motionless.
At the same time, he also felt that the feeling of poking was a little wrong.
"Boss, stiff--"
The prison boss was stunned for a moment, then quickly signaled them to open the cell door and go in to take a look.
The jailer covered his mouth and nose and went in with a pole.
I didn't see this person's face clearly last night.
Now he came in and used the pole to push aside the prisoner's hair that was covering his face and took a closer look.
After seeing this, he was shocked and immediately retreated.
"Boss! Dead!"
The prison boss kicked him hard and said, "You're the one who's going to die!"
"I mean, the man was dead, and his face—"
The jailer looked horrified and could hardly continue speaking.
"Walk!"
The jailer turned his head to look at Xiao Lanyuan, and quickly called him away. It's not good to say it here, otherwise Prince Jun will hear it all.
After they left, the jailer said in a trembling voice, "That guy's face is covered with pus-filled sores. He is unrecognizable! And his neck is also covered with pus-filled sores!"
"We had guessed that the man must be sick." The prison boss had a gloomy face.
But they just didn't know when to let that person die. Unexpectedly, the person died in just one night.
"Was it last night?"
They poured water on him and fanned him outside, but he was already ill, so how could he endure the biting cold? He must have frozen to death!
"Don't touch that person yet. I'll go and ask what to do now!"
The prison boss was about to leave, but the jailer quickly stopped him and said in a panic, "Boss, do you want to find out what disease he has? Why does he look so scary?"
He almost vomited when he took a look at it just now.
"Okay, I'll go ask. You guys go wash up quickly and don't go over there for now."
It was bad luck. They sent a sick person to his place to die. The prison boss was also very unhappy.
In the imperial study.
Prince Gong sat in front of the Emperor and spoke in a low voice.
"The disease that person has is very dirty. If you come into contact with him for three to five days, you will definitely get infected. By then, Fu Zhaoning may not be willing to treat Prince Jun with all his heart and soul. After all, that kind of disease can only be contracted by hanging out in brothels for a long time."
It's impossible for Fu Zhaoning not to care.
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