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The head of the prison frowned and thought for a while, feeling somewhat annoyed in his heart. Wang Li's ability to tell stories is indeed very good. During the more than a year he has been imprisoning, Changyang Mansion has had a lot of fun in the prison. Of course, Wang Li's value doesn't stop there. For the prison head, it's good to have fun, but real money is the real benefit. For example, it seems that Miss Zhang has a lot of money.

'It's a pity, once the bookmaker goes, there will be fewer places where he can get money, but luckily, he can get a little benefit by killing it. ’

There are naturally many advantages to have an order. After all, Yin Shangshu of the capital also said a word for this Wang Li, so there is a certain risk in getting rid of Wang Li, but in fact, the risk is not very big, as long as he thinks in his heart. If you do it, the guards will probably be reprimanded a few times.

There will be prison guards coming to change shifts, so that some of their colleagues can go to eat and rest, and some of them go directly to the cell head and ask a question.

"Head, will you listen to Mr. Wang's "The Story of Yi Jiang" later?"

The prisoner took a sip of wine.

"Go, of course, but you are late. We have already heard the second half of the previous paragraph. If you don't listen to it, it's really not fun. If you don't listen to it now, it will be gone."

"That's right, but luckily it's still a while. If you listen to a story for a few days, you can listen to it better. You don't need to pay copper here, just a bowl of tea!"

"The story in Mr. Wang's stomach is also. I can't finish listening to it, and I can always come up with new stories. No wonder it was so famous."

A few jailers couldn't hear what the head of the cell was saying, and naturally thought that he was talking about the issue of Wang Li's release after serving his sentence. In the afternoon, except for the two who had to stand guard at the gate, the rest of the jailers and the head of the cell brought stools together. Surrounded by Wang Li's cell, Wang Li regained his energy after the lunch break.

...

Zhang Rui was still walking in the snow with a white umbrella. After leaving the yamen, she first went to the restaurant to return the food box, and then slowly left the same way, but this time halfway through, she suddenly saw a slightly familiar person in front of her eyes. come.

Ji Yuan, who was walking in the crowd, showed no special aura at all, just like a mortal. Zhang Rui was stunned for a moment and then looked carefully before confirming that she should have read it correctly. She quickly stepped forward and shouted from a distance.

"Mr. Ji!"

Ji Yuan originally came towards Zhang Rui, and when he heard Zhang Rui's voice, he nodded towards her, and his eyes looked in the direction she came from. After walking a few steps closer, he said in a normal voice.

"Go to the prison to see Wang Li?"

"Sir, you all know?"

Ji Yuan shook his head and pointed to the restaurant on the side.

"I only know that Wang Li is in prison, but I don't know why he is in prison. Go sit over there and talk to me."

"Yes!"

Zhang Rui naturally obeyed Ji Yuan's words, and hurriedly followed Ji Yuan, who took the first step, to the teahouse. After sitting down, Zhang Rui also told the story of Wang Li's imprisonment. on the story.

Back then, Wang Li was invited to a big restaurant to tell stories, which drew applause from the audience. A colleague in the building secretly memorized his story. He had heard of Wang Li's name, and admired him very much. He slapped Wang Li's horses and was invited by Wang Li. Go home and discuss the story.

It’s a pity that they know the person and the face but don’t know the heart. This storyteller seems to have become a good friend with Wang Li, but after many times, he sneaked into the room when Wang Li was not at home, and stole many of Wang Li’s manuscripts. A manuscript of the first revised version of the story of the Xiao family and the old turtle.

That storyteller is a person in the industry after all, just a cursory glance at it and you know it’s a good story. You don’t think so much, of course, it’s for profit. But Wang Lizai, the storyteller here in Changyang Mansion, secretly went to the capital if he wanted a face. , using stories stolen from Wang Li's side.

Originally, it was true that he had accumulated some fame, but the terrible thing was that Wang Li's manuscript, changed the dynasty and avoided the Yang family name, but the Xiao family did not change, the book was published after a few sessions. The big event was watched by the Xiao family.

Not to mention the direct arrest in private, the storyteller even confessed to Wang Li without any integrity. Wang Li was in Changyang Mansion, and the pot came from the capital, and he also suffered a disaster. If it wasn't for Yin Qing, who didn't like the Xiao family long ago, he heard about it. Taking advantage of the situation, the Xiao family was tied, Wang Li and the storyteller estimated that their lives would not be guaranteed, but a charge of slandering a court official could not be excused, so they had to go to jail.

The power struggle is very cruel. In the early years, Yin Qing was not famous, and everyone in the official circle thought that he was able to emerge because of the shadow of his father. It is vaguely understood that none of the Yin family is easy, which is why the always arrogant Xiao family can spare two storytellers.

The ins and outs explained by Zhang Rui are like this. Ji Yuan did not express any opinion after listening to it, but just slapped the seeds on the table.

"By the way, Mr. Ji, did you come here to pick up Sister Bai with me?"

smiled and nodded.

"That's it, the deadline has come, it's time."

Zhang Rui hesitated.

"Sir, when exactly is it, Wang Li will be released in a few months..."

"Hehehehe, don't worry, there is enough time to wait for Wang Li to be released from prison."

Ji Yuan said this, but his thoughts were fragrant in the yamen prison of Changyang Mansion. Before he made a rough calculation, Wang Li was in a **** disaster.

When the two entered the teahouse, Xiao Zhihe flapped his wings and flew towards the Yamen prison.

For Xiao Zhihe's current speed, he had already reached the outside of the prison in a moment, hovering over the heads of the two jailers for a while.

"Hoho..."

One of the jailers yawned, and yawning is sometimes contagious. The other jailer saw his colleague yawning and yawned as well. A white light flashed over the heads of the two and flew into the cell. .

The paper crane flew up against the top of the prison, and when it met a guard patrolling over, it would stick to the top and stay still, but it soon found that these guys with sticks and knives didn't look at the top of their heads at all, so they were relieved and bold. It flew directly to the top of Wang Li's cell.

When they got here, the little paper crane hung in a shadow on the ceiling of the cell, and continued its favorite observation work, watching Wang Li, who was full of emotion, and watching the concentrated jailer and other prisoners around him.

A jailer who looked older was sitting among his colleagues, his expression changed slightly, and his body leaned forward obscurely. Seeing this situation, Xiao Zhihe seemed to understand something immediately, and tilted his paper head to look at his own. Tail, look down again.

"Beep..."

The extremely subtle sound was drowned out in Wang Li's voice, but Xiao Zhihe seemed to hear it.

"Oh, who are you farts!"

"Yeah, what did you eat..."

"Smelly..." "Disperse for a while..."

The older jailer "launched the attack" first, and the other jailers complained and dissipated. Although the prison itself had a peculiar smell, the anosmia obviously did not contain the smell full of new elements. , and then sat down and listened to the book again.

As time passed, the sky outside was getting darker and darker at the small window fence on the top of Wang Li's cell. Today's story had already been told, and the guards had all dispersed.

Wang Li was lying on the bed in the cell, sleepy. At this moment, a jailer came over and patted the fence twice.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang?"

Wang Li woke up and sat up.

"Ah? What's the matter with the jailer brother?"

"Oh, a guy in the door banquet building brought a food box, saying that it was ordered by Miss Zhang when she left during the day, and it was brought to you for dinner."

"yes!"

Wang Li was surprised.

"Hey, Mr. Wang is very lucky, Miss Zhang secretly promises you, and envy others!"

Wang Li scratched his head and smiled.

"This can't be said casually, how can I climb up to others, I just didn't have enough dinner!"

The jailer opened the cell door, handed the food box in his hand to Wang Li~www.NovelMTL.com~ and lit the candlestick inside.

"Then I won't bother, I'll clean up when you're done eating."

"Hey, brother jailer, walk slowly!"

Wang Li rubbed his hands together, waited for the jailer to close the door and left, he couldn't wait to open the food box, and then frowned when he saw the candlelight.

'This dish is far worse than what Miss Zhang usually brings... oh, and wine? ’

Zhang Rui seldom brought him wine, but Wang Li was naturally happier when he saw the wine. Thinking so, he grabbed the bowl and chopsticks and ate first, then reached out and grabbed the wine pot, intending to face the pot directly. Mouth to drink.

It's just that before the jug was brought to his mouth, a white light suddenly disappeared.

"Crack~"

"hiss……"

Wang Li covered his hands and took a few steps away. He looked at the broken jug and then looked suspiciously around the prison. What just happened?

"It's a pity this pot of wine..."

After a long time, Wang Licai, who felt that it might be because of his cramps and dazzling eyes, regretted it.

...

After a while, the jailer returned to the hall outside the prison with the food box, and shook his head at the prison head.

"The jug broke."

The prisoner's face sank.

"Huh? Did he notice?"

"Shouldn't be, I was catting not far away, as if I was careless."

The prisoner frowned, wondering what he was thinking.

"let's talk tomorrow."

"Um."

The poison was quite irritating. In fact, the jug of wine had a proper dose of laxatives added to cover the taste of the medicine. Afterwards, Wang Li would have diarrhea for a few days. It shows the concern of the jailer, but the work of decoction must also be done by the jailer.

Continue to add appropriate laxatives to the medicine, and then gradually reduce the dose. It doesn't take too long, Wang Li will die in prison due to a "bad disease", and he can't even test his actions.