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The prison chief frowned and thought for a while, feeling a little bored in his heart. This Wang Li is really good at storytelling. During the more than one year of his imprisonment, it was much more difficult and fun in the prison of Changyang Mansion. Of course, Wang Li's value doesn't stop there. For the cell boss, it's good to have fun, but real money is the real benefit.

‘Hey, it’s a pity, once the storyteller is gone, there will be less places to get money, but fortunately, he can get some benefits if he kills it. '

There are naturally many benefits to having an order. After all, Yin Shangshu of the capital also said a word for Wang Li, so there is a certain risk in getting rid of Wang Li, but the risk is actually not too great, as long as he follows what he thinks in his heart. If they did it, the jailers would probably be reprimanded a few times.

At this moment, a prison guard came to change shifts, so that several of his colleagues could go to eat and rest, and some of them went directly to the cell leader to ask a question.

Boss, are you going to listen to Mr. Wang's Yi Jiang Ji later?

The jailer took a sip of wine and said.

Go, of course, but you guys are late. We have already heard the second half of it. It is really not fun if you don't listen to it. If you don't listen to it now, it will be gone.

That's right, but fortunately there is 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 any money here, just a bowl of tea!

The stories in Mr. Wang's belly can never be finished, and he can always come up with new stories. No wonder he is so famous.

Several jailers couldn't hear what the prison boss said, so they naturally thought that they were talking about Wang Li's release after serving his sentence. In the afternoon, except for two who had to stand guard at the door, the rest of the prison guards brought stools together with the prison boss. Surrounding Wang Li's cell, Wang Li was refreshed after his lunch break.

...

Zhang Rui was still walking in the snow with a white umbrella. After leaving the yamen, he first went to the restaurant to return the food box, and then walked away slowly from the original road, but this time he walked halfway, and suddenly saw a slightly familiar person in front of him. come.

Ji Yuan, who was walking in the crowd, showed no special aura at all, just like ordinary people. Zhang Rui was stunned for a moment and then looked carefully, only to confirm that he must have read correctly, and quickly stepped forward, shouting from a distance.

Mr. Ji!

Ji Yuan originally came for Zhang Rui. Hearing Zhang Rui's voice, he nodded towards her, and looked at the direction she came from. After walking a few steps, he said in a normal voice.

Go to prison to see Wang Li?

Sir, do you know everything?

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

I only know that Wang Li is in prison, but I still 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 quickly followed Ji Yuan, who had taken the first step, to the teahouse. After sitting down, Zhang Rui also told the story of Wang Li's imprisonment. on the story.

At the beginning, Wang Li was invited to a big restaurant to tell a story, which attracted applause from all the halls. There was a colleague in the building who secretly memorized his story. He heard Wang Li's name early, and he admired him so much that he slapped Wang Li's horse. Later, he was invited by Wang Li Go home and discuss the story.

It's a pity that the storyteller, who seems to have become friends with Wang Li, sneaked into the room when Wang Li was not at home and stole many of Wang Li's manuscripts. A first-volume manuscript of the story of Jia and Lao Guina.

After all, the storyteller is an insider in the industry, and he knew it was a good story after just a cursory glance. He didn’t think so much, of course it was used for profit, and Wang Lizai in Changyang Mansion, the storyteller wanted to show some face, so he secretly went to the capital , using stories stolen from Wang Li to tell the story.

It is true that I have accumulated some reputation, but the terrible thing is that Wang Li’s manuscripts changed the dynasty and avoided the surname of Yang, but the part of Xiao’s did not change. The book was published after a few times. The big event was followed by the Xiao family.

Not to mention the arrest in private, the storyteller even confessed Wang Li without integrity. Wang Li was in Changyang Mansion, and the pot came from the capital, so he also suffered disaster. If Yin Qing hadn't liked the Xiao family a long time ago, when he heard about it Taking advantage of the situation, the Xiao family was tied up, and Wang Li and the storyteller probably lost their lives, but the charge of slandering an official of the court cannot be excused, so they still have to go to jail.

The power struggle is very cruel. In the early years, Yin Qing did not have a prominent name, and everyone in the officialdom thought that he was able to stand out because of the shadow of his father. But in recent years, there are fewer people who feel this way. He vaguely understands that none of the Yin family is simple, which is why the always arrogant Xiao family can let the two storytellers go.

The ins and outs explained by Zhang Rui are just like this, Ji Yuan didn't express any opinion after listening, just knocked the melon seeds on the table.

By the way, Mr. Ji, do you want me to pick up Sister Bai together?

He smiled and nodded.

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

Zhang Rui hesitated.

Sir, when exactly is it? Wang Li won't be released until a few months later...

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

As Ji Yuan said this, his thoughts drifted to the prison of the Yamen of Changyang Mansion. He made a rough calculation before, Wang Li was in a bloody disaster.

And when the two of them entered the teahouse, the little paper crane had already flapped its wings and flew in the direction of the prison.

Considering the current speed of the little paper crane, it has already arrived outside the prison in a short while, hovering over the heads of the two jailers for a while.

Hohoo...

One of the jailers yawned, and yawning is sometimes contagious. The other jailer saw his colleague yawn, and he yawned too. A white light whoosh flashed over the heads of the two of them and flew into the room. in prison.

The paper crane flies close to the top of the prison, and when it encounters a patrolling guard, it will immediately stick to the top and stay still, but it soon finds that these guys with sticks and knives don't look at the top of their heads at all, so they feel confident and bold. He flew directly to the top of the cell where Wang Li was.

When it got here, the little paper crane hung in the shadow of the ceiling of the cell, and continued its favorite work of observation, watching Wang Li, who was full of voice and emotion, as well as the jailer and other prisoners around.

A jailer who looked older was sitting among his colleagues, his expression changed slightly, and he leaned forward in a very subtle way. Seeing this situation, the little paper crane seemed to understand something immediately, and tilted his paper head to look at his own body. Tail, look down again.

Beep...

The extremely small sound was drowned in Wang Li's voice, but the little paper crane seemed to hear it.

Hey, who of you farted!

Yeah, what did you eat...

It stinks...

Let's take a break...

The older jailer was the first to make trouble, and the other jailers complained and dispersed for a while. Although there was a peculiar smell in the prison itself, the desensitization of smell obviously did not include the smell full of new elements. , before sitting down and listening to the book again.

As time passed, the sky outside the small window grille on the roof of Wang Li's cell became darker and darker. Today's story has already been told, and the jailers have all dispersed.

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

Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang?

Wang Li woke up with a start and sat up.

Ah? Brother Jailor, what's the matter?

Oh, a guy from the door banquet building sent a food box, saying that Ms. Zhang ordered it when she left during the day, and brought you dinner for that night.

Yeah!

Wang Li was surprised.

Hey, Mr. Wang is very lucky. Ms. Zhang has a secret heart for you, and I am envious of others!

Wang Li scratched his head and smiled.

You can't say this casually. How can I climb up to others? I just haven't eaten enough for dinner!

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

Then I won't bother you. I'll clean up after you finish eating.

Hey, brother jailer, go slowly!

Wang Li rubbed his hands, waited for the jailer to close the cell door and left, he couldn't wait to open the food box, then looked at the candlelight, and frowned immediately.

'This dish is far worse than what Ms. Zhang usually brings... Oh, and wine? '

Zhang Rui seldom gave him wine, but when he saw the wine, Wang Li was naturally a little happier. With this thought in his heart, he grabbed the bowl and chopsticks and started eating first, then reached out to grab the wine pot, intending to directly face him. Drink from the spout.

It's just that before the flagon was delivered to his mouth, a white light suddenly flashed away.

Snapped!

hiss……

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

It's a pity that this jug of wine...

After a long time, Wang Licai, who thought it might be because of his cramps and dizziness, expressed regret.

...

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

The jug broke.

The head of the prison looked serious.

Huh? Did he notice?

Shouldn't be there. I was just lying around not far away. It seems that I was not careful.

The jailer frowned, not knowing what to think.

let's talk tomorrow.

Um.

The poison is quite irritating. The jug of wine actually added an appropriate dose of laxatives to cover up the smell of the medicine. Afterwards, Wang Li would suffer from diarrhea within a few days. It shows the care of the jailer, but the work of decocting the medicine must also be done by the jailer.

Continue to add appropriate laxatives to the medicine, and then gradually reduce the dose. It won't take too long for Wang Li to die in prison due to his severe disease, and he can't even detect his symptoms.