Jailer Wang Liu frowned and whispered: "It's broken. I haven't explained the injury yet..."
The next moment, Wang Liu looked at Ye Qing who was being supported, and his expression suddenly became strange. At this time, he could not be disturbed.
Moreover, according to what Ye Qing said, we need to count some of the framed prisoners in the prison and report them to the magistrate.
Done, this is a great achievement!
Zhang Xiuran on the side also came to his senses and said to Guan Zizai, who had a bitter look on his face:
"Brother Guan, let's catch up quickly."
"My Mr. Zhang Xiuran, please tell me first, why were you laughing just now?"
Guan Zizai, who was confused, grabbed Zhang Xiuran's arm and asked the question.
"Are you Mr. Zhang Xiuran?!" An overjoyed voice sounded from behind the two of them.
Zhang Xiuran, who was looking back sideways, looked at Wang Liu with squinting eyes.
Guan Zizai on the side interjected: "Brother Zhang, after confronting Absolutely, you really became famous. This reputation has spread to the prison."
Suddenly, Zhang Xiuran smiled arrogantly.
Seeing the misunderstanding, Wang Liu hurriedly explained: "Before the execution, Ye Qing asked a junior colleague to send a message to you, so he learned your name."
"Oh?" Zhang Xiuran raised his eyebrows, and the next moment his eyes lit up. He asked: "Did he ask me to send a message to this young master to protect him?"
"Young Master is really amazing, you have guessed all this." Wang Liu praised, and then said: "So, the injuries on Ye Qing's body..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiuran interrupted directly: "I know, you have done a good job in this matter!"
A piece of silver appeared in Zhang Xiuran's hand and he threw it to Wang Liu.
Then, he pulled Guan Zizai, who was even more confused, outside.
"Brother Zhang, you must tell me what is going on. If you don't tell me, you won't treat me as your brother!"
"Say, I will tell you for sure, but this is not the time to talk. When I get back to Zuixiang Pavilion, I will tell you everything!"
…
Wang Liu, who was holding the silver ingot, grinned widely. He weighed the silver ingot and felt the heavy weight. He couldn't wait to pick one up and put it into his mouth and bit it. He looked at the teeth marks on it and smiled. of chrysanthemums.
"What a turn of events. I thought that the money for passing the message was gone, but I didn't expect that this young man would be so generous and throw away the ten taels of silver at will."
The next moment, Wang Liu looked at the two figures who were about to hide in the dark corridor and said in silence:
"His grandma's, is this Xiuren Master Zhang also having an affair with Ye Qing?"
"This Ye Qing can actually move among three powerful people: a young master, a prefect, a great scholar?"
"And, do you know all three of these people?"
The more he thought about it, the more Wang Liu felt that his brain was insufficient and turned into a complete mess.
Finally, Wang Liu silently put away the silver ingot and sighed:
"My dear, they all say that powerful people know how to play, but I didn't expect them to be so good at it."
"Hiss, three hundred and sixty lines, you will be the number one scholar!"
"This Ye Qing is really awesome!"
…
Zhengde Square.
In the quiet room of the medical center near the government office.
Mr. Zai, an old Chinese medicine doctor in Huaiyang City who is known to specialize in treating various difficult and complicated diseases, sat beside the bed and felt Ye Qing's pulse while he was lying on the bed.
After a few breaths, he looked at the wounds on Ye Qing's body.
Mr. Zai’s expression became strange, and he whispered:
"Ye Qing, stop pretending, we are the only ones in the room."
Ye Qing, who was lying with his eyes closed, raised his head and glanced around with squinted eyes.
This vigilant look made Mr. Zai, an old Chinese medicine practitioner, frown and carefully lower his voice:
"What on earth is going on? Why did you have wounds all over your body and were carried in by the prefect and several nobles?"
Ye Qing smiled bitterly and sighed.
"It's hard to explain in words. He was put into prison and tortured. The jailer spared his hands and repaired the hideous and horrific skin wounds!"
"Besides, you are really lucky to be carried to your hometown by the prefect. You will have to help me lie for a while!"
A few words of simple explanation allowed Mr. Zai to come up with a twists and turns and bizarre story.
He lowered his voice again and said: "Okay, I will tell you after a while that you have injured your meridians and need to stay in bed for more than a month."
Ye Qing nodded, and the next moment, he frowned and said: "First of all, I am not seriously injured. I won't say much else. Also, could you please call Mr. Zhang Xiuran into the room when you go out? .”
"Okay, you have to remember this favor. If I don't cook a few delicious meals, you can never repay this favor!" Mr. Zai agreed without hesitation, and then swallowed expectantly.
Ye Qing simply agreed to this foodie old Chinese medicine doctor who had helped him a lot.
"Don't worry, if nothing happens, I should stay in your hospital to recuperate during this period. I will show you my skills when no one is around."
Hearing this, Mr. Zai gave Ye Qing a thumbs up: "You are still to my liking."
"Boy, I like beauties with curved fronts and backs, exquisite bulges, and frosty muscles, oval faces, willow-leaf eyebrows, beautiful noses, cherry lips, and peach-faced smiles. You, an old man who smells like medicine, is not to my liking, kid. .”
Ye Qing, who was surviving the disaster, thought about his thighs being guarded outside. He changed his usual quiet and calm temperament, and made such witty remarks that the CEO was dumbfounded.
The back of his hand with a few age spots was placed against Ye Qing's forehead, and he asked in confusion: "You don't have a fever, are you? Why did you start talking nonsense? Could it be that you were frightened and got hysteria?"
Snapped!
Ye Qing directly opened the hand on his forehead and said silently:
"I'm fine. It's just that there have been too many things going on these days, and I've been feeling panicked. When I saw Mr. Zai, you're old, I talked a little more."
The relieved CEO picked up the golden sore medicine, applied it to Ye Qing's chest and abdomen, and said sincerely:
"That's a good thing to say. You kid never lets yourself rest. You fight everything on your own. If you hold it in for a long time, you will easily get heart disease. Since you will be resting in my hospital for a while, you should talk to me more."
"I'll give you some medicine first, so you look more like you are pretending."
"Thank you, Mr. Zai." Ye Qing felt the cold touch on his chest and abdomen and said sincerely, "When no one is around tonight, I will cook you a new dish."
"Okay, I'll make another pot of good wine, so we can have a drink." Mr. Zai looked forward to it.
The next moment, Mr. Zai, who was slower to respond, noticed something was wrong. He asked aloud: "Since you are in prison, you will definitely live in this medical center next. Then your sister and Mrs. Zhang Weng Is there anyone to take care of you?"
Ye Qing pursed his lips tightly and looked sideways at the closed door. His eyes seemed to be looking through. After a few breaths, he solemnly said: "They will be taken care of."
Not long after, Mr. Zai finished applying the medicine for Ye Qing and followed Ye Qing's instructions, letting Zhang Xiuran enter the quiet room alone.
Zhang Xiuran, who was covered in jewels, had a handsome face, but had an unruly temperament, looked at Ye Qing who was lying on the bed pretending to be weak with interest.
And Ye Qing, who was handsome and gentle as jade, also looked at this rich and wealthy young man seriously.
