The days when I was imprisoned in the harem by the enemy monarch

The good cellmate seemed to be stunned for a moment, and the surroundings were silent for a while.

After a long time, the good cellmate seemed to put something lightly on the table, ignored Lin Jian, left the stool, and lay down on the bed.

Lin Jian blinked, feeling that his abrupt behavior might have offended a good prisoner.

Good inmates should be indifferent and introverted. Such people are actually stronger than ordinary people.And the good inmate is not familiar with him, even if he really didn't eat, and now I leave him food, he probably doesn't want to accept my care.

Lin Jian looked back at the bed. It was pitch black before, and he could only roughly face the direction of his good inmate, and said, "I'm sorry, I see you have been busy all day, I'm afraid you will be hungry..."

The good cellmate finally spoke, his voice was hoarse as if it had been ground by sand, and his tone was very cold, he interrupted Lin Jian: "I brought you something to eat, it's on the table."

This time it was Lin Jian's turn to be stunned.

I guessed that the good inmate was a powerful and powerful relationship before entering prison, but I didn't expect him to be so tyrannical and ruthless.Can he bring blankets and pillows, ask the prison guards to make his bed and fold the quilt, and he can bring in food in the middle of the night to share with his fellow inmates?

Lin Jian raised his hand and touched the table, and he really touched the edge of a box.

Judging by the feel, it should be a lacquer box, divided into four small compartments, and the snacks in the compartments are still warm.

Get a little closer, and you can smell the faint aroma of vegetables, fruits and milk.

The good inmate just said that he brought it for himself?

Lin Jian picked up a small pastry in the dark, but he didn't know what it was, and was about to put it in his mouth, when he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and said to his cellmate, "Thank you..."

The good cellmate lay on the bed without moving, and ignored Lin Jian.Cherish words like gold, too lazy to say a word to Lin Jian.

Lin Jian thought to himself, it seems that the good inmate is really a cold-faced and kind-hearted person.Although he doesn't like to talk and is a little cold, he is still a good person.

Because he didn't eat dinner, Lin Jian was a little hungry, so he didn't show any politeness. He ate the food brought by his fellow inmates, rinsed his mouth with clean water, and touched the bed.

As soon as Lin Jian climbed onto the bed, the good inmate moved a little farther away to keep a distance from Lin Jian.

A good prison friend is like two completely opposite people when he is awake and in his dream. He likes to sleep with someone in his dream, but he likes to hide from him when he is awake.

Being able to meet here can be regarded as sharing weal and woe, and feeling that a good prison friend is not a bad one, Lin Jian decided to get to know this good prison friend who doesn't like to talk to others from the first step.

Lin Jian lay on the bed and said to the people around him, "My name is Lin Jian, how about you?"

The good cellmate was silent for a moment, then said, "Call it whatever you want."

Lin Jian raised his lips slightly, and said, "Then I'll call you Tudou."

"...!!!" The good inmate lying next to Lin Jian seemed shocked.

Lin Jian explained: "I'm sorry, I was joking. The potato pancakes you gave me are delicious... I think that since we live together temporarily, we can be considered friends. We must have a name for each other, right?"

The good cellmate was silent for a while, then said, "It's called Yunlang."

Lin Jian: "Huh? Yun... Lang?"

Is the good cellmate really called this name?Why does it feel so like a folk nickname between a husband and wife, a wife's nickname for her husband?

Yun Lang seemed to be in a better mood: "Yes."

Although he felt a little weird, Lin Jian didn't dare to object to Yun Lang's title.After all, Yun Lang's character is a bit boring, so it would be nice to be able to tell him his name. If he still wants to raise objections to this title, he may just ignore him.

So Lin Jian accepted the title "Yun Lang" and asked, "Yun Lang, why are you here?"

Yun Lang said: "Because I like someone."

Lin gradually realized.Sure enough, Yun Lang is not a person who has committed a heinous crime. He was probably a powerful nobleman who was framed and brought here because he fell in love with someone he shouldn't like.

It is estimated that his heels are still stable, otherwise everyone would not be so respectful to him, it seems that there is still hope for going out.

Because of the first day of talking, Lin Jian thought that he should not ask too many questions, so as not to cause resentment. He should wait until he got to know Yun Lang better, and then ask about the specific situation, to see if he could help him.

However, judging from Yun Lang's excellent network, maybe he doesn't need to help himself at all, maybe he will be able to go out by himself in a few days.

The two were silent for a moment, and Yun Lang took the initiative to ask Lin Jian for the first time, "Why are you?"

Lin Jian was secretly surprised. Could it be that Yunlang had just left the mountain after living in seclusion for many years.It's not that I'm too self-confident and self-righteous, but the fact is that I really have a big quarrel with the Shang country. Now there are people in the court of the Shang country who don't know me and don't know what I have done?

Lin Jian replied, "Because I want to."

Yun Lang seemed to be very interested in this topic, and suddenly became more talkative, asking: "Why?"

Lin Jian replied, "One should be self-conscious."

The day I chatted here, I was chatted to death.

Yun Lang seemed to have sensed that Lin Jian didn't want to answer this question directly, so he didn't ask any further.

The two of them just lay there all night.

Yun Lang's sleeping posture was exceptionally good today, he didn't hug him like he did the first night, instead he deliberately kept a proper distance so that the bed wouldn't be too cold, and the two of them wouldn't get too close .

The next day, Lin Jian woke up early on purpose, wanting to see what kind of person Yun Lang was like after sleeping with him for two nights.

However, at dawn, the surroundings were as empty as yesterday, only Lin Jian was left alone on the bed.

Lin Jian frowned slightly, staring carefully at the position on the bed where Yun Lang had been lying last night.

Come in the middle of the night and go at dawn, so it won't be a ghost?

Lin Jian remembered that Eunuch Gao showed him the book "The Picture of a Hundred Ghosts at Night at a Teenager Night". Could it be that he was really lucky to have met a ghost?What is the name of the ghost in that book, Sanlang?Even the names are so similar?

However, Lin Jian quickly dispelled his absurd suspicions.

According to the records in the book, since ghosts are transformed into shapes, they don't have hair.And a person lying in bed overnight will inevitably lose a few hairs.Lin Jian searched around where Yunlang had been lying last night. Although he couldn't find any broken hair, he could feel it as soon as he got close. The bed was stained with a scent of herbs, like the herbs that only injured people would apply. the taste of.

It is impossible for a ghost to be injured, let alone use medicine.

The injured person should be Yun Lang.

Lin Jian was even more suspicious. Last night he heard that the person who was tortured was Yun Lang.

At that time, the voice shouted to the end, it was indeed very hoarse, which can also explain why Yun Lang's voice is so hoarse.

So, Yun Lang was taken out for interrogation every day?From early morning to late night interrogation, and sometimes threatened by torture, I really can't figure out who Yun Lang could have such a deep hatred with because he likes a person.

It seems that the matter is not as simple as Yun Lang's frivolous words.

Royal Palace

"Nowadays when the cold and heat alternate, Your Majesty needs to pay more attention to old wounds." Doctor Zhang handed a small white porcelain bottle to Luan Yunye, and said, "This medicine needs to be massaged until it melts. Your Majesty, although this medicine does not work quickly, but As long as you keep using it for a few years, His Majesty's old injuries can still be alleviated."

"But," every time he prescribed the ointment that needed to be rubbed and absorbed by His Majesty, he would apply it indiscriminately by himself without asking others to help. In the end, it didn't achieve much effect, so that there was no improvement over the years, so Doctor Zhang specially added it. One sentence, "It's useless to wipe it on directly. The old wounds on the back still need to find someone trusted by His Majesty..."

Doctor Zhang thought about the person who could reassure His Majesty, who has always been suspicious and refrained from getting close to others, and handed over his back to the other party naked.

Luan Yunye glanced down at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and unconsciously rubbed his fingertips on the bottle: "Got it, go down."

"Retire, old minister." Before going out, Doctor Zhang turned around and asked at the door, "And your Majesty must not be too tired these days, and pay attention to ensuring sleep..."

Doctor Zhang stood outside the door and hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a gust of wind swept past him.

Bai Yixiao rushed into the hall.

Doctor Zhang said no more, turned and left.

Bai Yixiao rushed to the hall, and when he saw Luan Yunye, the first thing he said was to ask: "Your Majesty really put him in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice?"

"Cousin, is this asking me?" Luan Yunye put down the porcelain vase in his hand, his face that was not bad before darkened, and asked quietly, "I don't know who this 'he' is referring to?"

Bai Yixiao choked for a moment, looked at Luan Yunye and said, "Your Majesty asked the question knowingly, and of course I'm talking about Lin Jian!"

"What did your majesty say at the beginning? As long as I coax him to come to you, when your majesty runs out of places where he needs him, he will naturally stop embarrassing him and let him go. Now, why... put him in a prison, and Not even allowed to visit? Is this the credit of His Majesty as the king of a country?!"

Luan Yunye looked at Bai Yixiao's anxious appearance, felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, and asked coldly: "Cousin cares about him?"

"Your Majesty, you..." Bai Yixiao said with a frown, "Although you are the king of a country and my cousin, he is my friend, and I still have the responsibility to be a friend to him. At that time, I believed that Your Majesty would not It would hurt him, so I conspired with His Majesty to deceive him. If I knew the result would be like this, I would definitely not push him into the fire pit..."

Luan Yunye squinted his eyes, stared at Bai Yixiao and asked, "Cousin is so concerned, is he just a friend to him?"

"Of course they are not just ordinary friends." Bai Yixiao looked at Luan Yunye and said, "I have talked to him since we were young, and I regard him as more important than myself. Now Your Majesty wants to make plans and wants me to talk to you Putting on such a big show, and finally let me push him into the fire pit with my own hands?!"

Luan Yunye stared at Bai Yixiao gloomyly, and asked back: "To be my queen, is to enter the pit of fire?"

"Your Majesty also knows that you have made him a queen?" Bai Yixiao said, "You know that his health is so poor, but you still let him stay in the prison?"

"How to deal with him is my business." Luan Yunye got up, held the small porcelain bottle of medicine on the table in his hand, walked down the steps, and walked past Bai Yixiao, "Cousin only needs to do his part. As for other things, even if you are his friend, you shouldn't be so concerned about my queen."

"Where are you going, Your Majesty?" Bai Yixiao turned her head and saw that Luan Yunye had already reached the door, holding a bottle of unknown contents in her hand. A bad premonition came to her heart, and she asked, "The bottle in your Majesty's hand What is the bottle?"

Luan Yunye glanced at the porcelain vase in his hand, slightly curled his lips, and said: "Since my cousin reminded me of my relationship with him and asked me to care about him, I will naturally do what husband and wife should do with him."