Chapter 313
"Little girl, can you try this bed? If you are not happy, tell your uncle and he will change it for you." The jailer prepared a small bed for Abao. This was the youngest child he had ever seen, and he felt sorry for her.
This reminded him of his own daughter...
What does a child know? She is innocent. The emperor is too cruel, but he dare not say it.
Abao was a little disappointed. He heard that people in prison sleep on haystacks, but this... made a bed.
"I'd better sleep on the floor."
[After getting used to a good life, I always want to suffer a little and experience a new life.]
The jailer's eyes turned red, "Child, don't worry about implicating your uncle. Uncle has already made arrangements with the brothers around him. They won't tell the emperor."
"Don't be afraid, Abao, you're brave." Abao patted his chest, "Uncle, I'll give you a handful of small candies. You can give them to your sister and she will get better."
The jailer took it gratefully. It was the first time he received a gift since he grew up, and it was given to him by a child. "You child, you are really good at talking and you have a sweet mouth."
He has been married for several years and has a daughter with his wife. However, his daughter had a high fever when she was two years old. The family had no money and there was no time to treat her. Since that fever, his daughter has become a fool. The doctor said that the fever has damaged her brain.
In the past two years, the child's mental state has been unclear, which has made the couple very anxious. They have gone to many doctors to see a doctor, but nothing can cure her.
"I say, Old Xu, why are you so nice to a prisoner?" Another prison guard came over.
"She is just a child, and she looks quite pitiful."
"She is also a guilty child. She has offended the emperor. Even if she is a princess, 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, mice stole the private money you hid in the widow Sun's house next door. No wonder you are in a bad mood today." A Bao muttered a few words.
The prison guard heard it clearly, "What did you say?"
Oh my God!
This damn girl actually knew that he had...
"Old Zhang, you actually hid your private money in Widow Sun's house? Are you having an affair with Widow Sun?"
As soon as he said that, all the jailers surrounded him.
A Bao sat on the haystack in the prison and drank a mouthful of milk happily, "They even have a child. She had more than one affair, but several."
"Ah, ah, ah! Stop talking! How could you, a girl, know that?" He was anxious.
"I know a lot." A Bao raised his chin, "Oh, you should go home quickly, your wife and Widow Sun are fighting, it's so lively."
Old Zhang ran away.
If his wife and his mistress fight, the neighbors will scold him to death, how can he survive in the future.
The Turkish palace.
Rong Yimeng and Taoist Baiyun sat facing each other.
"I'm so worried. How come Rong Jing went to the prison to see his sister and hasn't come back yet? Could he have been locked up by the local tyrant?"
Taoist Master Baiyun comforted, "Young Master, don't worry. Although the Ninth Prince can't speak, he has a good brain."
Better than you.
"Are you saying that I'm stupid?" Rong Yimeng responded.
Taoist Master Baiyun smiled, "You are far behind the Ninth Prince."
"Oh, Di Rongjing is back!" Rong Yimeng snorted, but saw Di Rongjing walked in. Rong Yimeng rushed over, "How is Sister Abao? Uh... what are you holding in your hand?"
Rong Yimeng didn't know how to read. Di Rongjing had a small piece of paper in his hand, and Rong Yimeng didn't recognize any of the densely packed words on it.
There were four big characters among them!
It was given by Abao.
"A melon-eating tabloid?" Taoist Master Baiyun was stunned. "There are melons on it."
"Really? Let me see. Oh, I can't read. Rong Jing, read it to me. Oh, Rong Jing can't speak. Taoist Master Baiyun... No, you are too old. I dare not call you. I will find someone else to read it." Rong Yimeng was very familiar with the place. He picked up the melon-eating tabloid and rushed out of the room.
Emperor Rongjing: "..."
"This brother, please read the words on it for me. I don't know them!" Rong Yimeng caught a passing guard.
He knew Rong Yimeng's identity and took a look with curiosity. "The Queen's hobby is to hide 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-printed panties. Um, it belongs to King Xuan..."
The guard was frightened and his face turned pale.
Rong Yimeng laughed out loud, "Ahahahaha, the palace maids, eunuchs, and guards who are passing by, come and have a look, it's a big melon! Oh, I'm laughing to death."
That night, the palace was unusually lively.
The local emperor sent a lot of people to keep an eye on the prison.
After all, she was a little princess stolen from the Tiansheng Dynasty. Before he broke up with the Tiansheng Dynasty, he didn't want anything to happen to Emperor Jiaoyang, but just wanted to scare him.
The jailers saw wave after wave, each of them went in fiercely and came out in a hurry.
From then on, they never appeared in front of Abao again.
I heard that something happened at home and they were busy dealing with things.
Later, the local emperor felt that the jailers did not see well, so he specially arranged several waves of ministers to watch.
However, the ministers who were put into the prison also came out crying.
At this time, the palace was full of gossips and tabloids, and it was very lively.
"I know, I know, my sister said that if you follow her, you can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks. Isn't this the opportunity to make money?" Rong Yimeng found that Di Rongjing had many gossips hidden on him.
One piece of paper and one gossip.
They were all about gossips in the palace.
"Selling tabloids, ten cents for one tabloid! Don't miss it if you pass by." Di Rongjing was responsible for collecting money.
Rong Yimeng was responsible for shouting.
The palace was immediately filled with people, and the supply of gossip tabloids was in short supply, but fortunately Di Rongjing had enough tabloids on him.
It seemed that all of them were complained by A-Bao, and Di Rongjing was responsible for recording them.
In a short while, Di Rongjing was covered with jingling silver.
There was a commotion outside the palace.
The local emperor became irritable and uneasy. "Come here, what are you whispering about outside?"
Even the people on duty were talking in groups of two or three.
The eunuch in charge 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.
"Strange!" The local emperor stood at the door of the hall. This was a big deal. The maids and eunuchs in the courtyard were not sleeping, and even the ministers who were waiting to see him were gathered together.
"What are you doing?" The local emperor walked over and found that everyone had a small note in their hands.
"See the emperor."
"Do you still have me, the emperor, in your eyes? There is only paper in your eyes! You, bring the note in your hand over, let me see it!" The local emperor pointed to a young eunuch on duty.
The young eunuch handed over the note, which was about the gossip about the queen hiding her pants.
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