Cell, space is dim.

Only a few oil lamps on both sides flashed with faint light, and two were blown by the wind.

Because the sun is gone for many years, even the air you breathe is wet, cold and turbid.

The ground was covered with dirty straw, and a shivering old man was lying on the pile of straw by the wall.

Chen Xian stared out through the wooden door of the cell. The yamen runners in the class room were holding small wine pots and sniffing from time to time.

He has been locked up here for two days, no, if it is based on the memory in his body, or the memory of the original owner of the body, it should be three days.

After thinking for two days and nights in this dark dungeon, Chen Xian finally accepted the reality that he had returned to hundreds of years ago. He was in the twelve years of orthodox Ming Dynasty. His surname was Chen and his courtesy name was Xingzhi. He was from Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture. He was originally a scholar but was deprived of his fugitive because he took a drowning woman home to rescue him and was deprived of his fame and possessed him here.

The court trial three days ago frightened the former owner of this body. He passed away in prison that night. His soul from hundreds of years later occupied the magpie's nest and came to this 12-year-old prison.

But what's the point?

According to your current physical condition, it is a problem to last in this cold prison in the cold winter, let alone make achievements or change the world.

Chen Xian couldn't help but think of the girl named Lu Xiaochai in his memory. If she hadn't been pleading from many sources and was willing to atone for her, she would have been smashed into pieces by a covered fire stick on the day of the court trial.

According to the provisions of the Ming Dynasty Law, those who harbor fugitives will be 80 or more poached, and those who are entrusted will be killed.

According to the lightest rod eighty, the redemption of money is also 1,600 stag, which is a total of 1,600 taels of silver!

When I was not deprived of my fame, I could only receive one or two taels of silver in the monthly salary at the prefecture school. Hawkers who traded on the streets all year round often did not earn enough twenty taels of silver a year, not to mention that this was the entire income of the hawker family.

Would she take out the astronomical redemption for herself?

The dull footsteps brought Chen Xian back to reality. The short and fat yamen runner staggered to the door, searched for the key and opened the prison door.

"Chen Xian!" The yamen runner reached out and pinched the vegetable leaves stained on his teeth, glanced at Chen Xian with a squinted look, "Master Ban, I have never seen Miss Xiaochai in my half-life. You are so handsome that you are different. Even the courtesan is willing to redeem money to save you."

After the yamen runner said that, he pushed his shoulder without waiting for Chen Xian to respond and staggered: "Get out, Miss Xiaochai is waiting for you in the carriage outside."

After leaving the county government office, I saw snow blowing, and the ground and the roof were covered with a thick layer.

A carriage was quietly parked on the side of the road. A little maid with a pair of wristbands stood in front of the car. She was shrank and looked at this side under the cold wind.

"Miss, Miss! Mr. Chen is out!" When the little maid saw Chen Xian, her little face, which was red from the cold, immediately bloomed like a flower.

Chen Xian remembered that the maid was named Xiaoli, who was Lu Xiaochai's personal maid. He smiled at Xiaoli and then shrank his neck and walked towards the carriage.

The heavy car curtain was lifted from inside, and Lu Xiaochai looked at him with joy: "Chen Lang, get in the car..."

The carriage left two deep ruts in the white snow and slowly drove away from the county government.

The car was burned with charcoal made from Huancaige. Although it was snowing outside the car, the small car was as warm as spring.

As soon as Chen Xian entered this warm environment, he felt the tip of his nose itchy, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose and sneeze several times.

Lu Xiaochai hurriedly looked over with concern: "Chen Lang."

Chen Xian waved his hand and signaled that he was fine. Then he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him sincerely and thanked him seriously: "Xiaochai, thank you!"

Lu Xiaochai was stunned, obviously a little surprised. Whenever Chen Lang thanked him before, he would have been like "I am grateful to you as a child, and I am so grateful." But now it has become such a simple word.

She changed her mind again, perhaps because Chen Lang was deprived of his fame and fame, he no longer regarded himself as a literati.

Thinking of this period, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed and called softly: "Chen Lang, if you lose your fame and fortune, I can go to the master of the school, and there will always be a solution!"

Let a famous brothel go to the palace to study... plead for a lover who has been deprived of his fame?

"No need." Chen Xian smiled, shook his head and declined, but his heart felt warm. In this strange world, there is such a charming person who is selflessly caring about himself.

He looked at the woman sitting opposite him. As the most famous young man in Hangzhou City, Lu Xiaochai was naturally extraordinary to stand out from the clouds of beauties.

A graceful figure could be seen under the gray-blue embroidered short jacket. The long fine black hair tied a single snail on the top of her head. A strand of black hair that fell outside made her originally fair cheeks look like a white snow outside her classroom. Coupled with her gentle temperament, she was like a beauty walking out of a book.

Perhaps if the shoulders are slimmed, the waist is as plain as possible, the neck is stretched, and the neck is shining, and the whiteness is revealed, that's just that.

Lu Xiaochai was stared at Chen Xian with straight eyes for a long time, feeling shy, and a hint of blush appeared on her originally white cheeks. At this moment, she felt uncomfortable all over her body, and could only tightly tightly, and even her clenched palms were wet with sweat.

Chen Xian saw Lu Xiaochai's embarrassed look, which was even more pleasing. He opened his mouth, and just wanted to say something, but he sneezed twice in a row, and then his nose was a little blocked.

Lu Xiaochai's expression tightened. She subconsciously poked out the green onion finger and touched Chen Xian's forehead. She felt that the tentacles were hot, so she said anxiously: "It's so hot, it's like you're suffering from wind and cold. Xiaoli, let's go back to Cailou!"

The little maid was stunned for a moment and turned her head to look at Lu Xiaochai, saying, "Miss, Feng Niang will be unhappy..."

Lu Xiaochai frowned slightly and said, "Chen Lang's home is empty, who can take care of him? I'll beg Feng Niang, she will agree!"

Chen Xian was stunned. No wonder he woke up in the morning and felt sore shoulders and weak limbs. It turned out that he was already sick at that time.

When Lu Xiaochai heard that there was no one in her family, she remembered that the only old servant in her family came to summon him on the night when the yamen runners came to summon him, she ran away with some valuable soft-hearted soft-heartedness.

But he was still unwilling to cause trouble for the woman in front of him, so he spoke, "It's okay to have a little cold. When I go back, just drink some hot water!"

"What is a cold?" Lu Xiaochai narrowed his almond eyes slightly, but then he stopped thinking about it and shook his head firmly: "No, Chen Lang! You are so hot..."

Chen Xian argued a few more times, but found that he could not resist the woman who seemed to be gentle in front of him, so he had to obey her arrangements.

Huancai Building is located in Liucuijing Lane surrounded by water on both sides. It is a three-story building with a hip roof. It seems to be to prevent outsiders from snooping. There is a pink wall at the entrance, which intentionally covers the small hall where you enter.

After getting off the car, Lu Xiaochai quietly sighed, feeling that Chen Lang was very different from what he had seen before, as if after being imprisoned and deprivation, his way of speaking became even more straightforward.

It was still morning, and Huancai Building was particularly quiet.

As the top brand, Lu Xiaochai's privilege is that there is a small courtyard behind the building. She led Chen Xian into the wing room on the east side, and gently sat on the chair next to Chen Xian, and said softly: "I have already asked Xiaoli to pick up medicines in person."

After saying that, she seemed to be afraid that Chen Xian would be a little uncomfortable, so she smiled and brewed tea for Chen Xian, looking at the latter with her autumn pupils: "Chen Lang takes a break first, I will go and talk to Feng Niang."

Chen Xian held the teacup and looked at the guqin in the elegantly decorated room, feeling a little moved.

Half a year ago, the former owner of this body and the famous Hangzhou courtesan Lu Xiaochai met on Wangjiang Bridge. After that, there was a story of a down-and-out scholar and a famous brothel prostitute who appreciated each other. The scholar had no money to spend in the brothel, but the courtesan disguised himself for visiting. Although the two met with each other, they kept getting along and writing letters. She even said two weeks ago that she wanted to redeem herself...

"Bang--" Before Lu Xiaochai could walk to the door, the wooden door was roughly opened.

A middle-aged woman with narrow phoenix eyes led two waiters to run the hall, pushed open the door and scolded her fiercely: "Xiaochai, you have spent all the money for him to redeem. Isn't this enough to be kind and righteous!"

"My grandmother Feng, Mr. Chen suffers from cold and is seriously ill..." Lu Xiaochai stood up nervously, pinching her white fingers to defend herself.

Feng Niang raised her eyebrows and said aggressively: "I don't care what he is sick! Let him leave! Not to mention a guilty man who has just escaped from the prison, I can't even think about entering the door of my Huancai Building if I don't give it money!"

"Young Master Chen's house is no longer there. If you are alone at home, you may be..." Lu Xiaochai's voice was still soft. Although she seemed delicate, she stood there stubbornly with her lips pursed and trying to protect the guilty person behind her with her slender body.

Seeing Lu Xiaochai's firm attitude, Feng Niang felt soft: "Xiaochai, it's not that Feng Niang won't keep him. I really look down on you and feel wronged! So many wealthy and powerful young men in the entire Hangzhou city admire you, which one is not a famous figure?"

Speaking of this, she changed her tone and raised her hand to point at Chen Xian, her eyes full of contempt: "Look at him again, he is just a poor scholar who is just a bare-spoken family, and now he has even lost his fame. If others know that such a person can step into Huancai Building with a swagger, and even become the guest of the courtesan Lu Xiaochai, wouldn't he laugh out loud?"

"Feng Niang, do you only care about the reputation of Huancai Tower, but you don't care about Chen Lang's life and death at all?" Lu Xiaochai pursed her lips and said stubbornly.
Chapter completed!