Xia Qianchen concentrated on making the "King of the Jungle" cake during the day, and played the piano and learned to sing hymns with the female prisoners at night.
She seemed to be pouring her sorrow into her work. Everyone saw that she was working very hard, staying up late at night and reading books about making cakes.
The days were full and calm on the surface, and Xia Qianchen seemed as if nothing had happened. Within a few days, she became familiar with the female prisoner who moved to her dormitory, and they became friends.
Half a month later, Xia Qianchen's "King of the Jungle" was completed.
The 15-layer cake was actually taller than a person. When Xia Qianchen reached the top, she had to use a ladder.
After decorating it with a proud tiger, Xia Qianchen let go and slowly walked down the stairs.
The female prisoners looked around and applauded:
"No. 0332's hands are so dexterous." "She actually made it just like the model!" "It's so amazing, I thought she couldn't finish it in a short time!"...
The warden asked someone to pack up the big cake and carefully push it away on a cart.
"Okay, everyone has worked hard these past few days, so I have a big surprise for you."
The warden clapped his hands, and several police officers held a large pile of clothing boxes and distributed one to each person.
When the prisoners curiously took out the clothes from the box, they were all shocked!
All-white long skirt, noble texture, design from a famous brand, expensive--
Of course, most of these female prisoners do not see their value, only their beauty.
"Look at the one 0332!"
The one that Xia Qianchen took out from her clothing bag had a very large skirt, with at least a dozen layers, and countless petals on the outside. The milky white layers made waves, which was both fairy-like and luxurious.
It's simply more gorgeous than the bride's dress.
"Why is she different from ours?"
"She is the protagonist playing the piano, and we are the supporting roles in the chorus. Of course it is different."
"Warden, are we dreaming? These... these clothes are really for us?"
"We will rehearse in the evening. You all should try it on. These sizes are all made according to your body size. Isn't it for you? Is it for me?" The warden is a woman. When he saw these beautiful clothes, he
The eyes are also glowing.
These days, a prisoner is more gorgeous and noble than a princess.
"Why, warden? I just don't understand. It feels like a dream..."
"After practicing for half a month, you have achieved some results in your chorus. Tomorrow's performance is the time to check and accept the results. Remember, this performance is very important and there must be no mistakes...Perform well and make the guests happy.
There may be a chance for a reduced sentence."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in uproar:
"What kind of performance? Can prisoners still perform?"
"In jail or out? Can we leave jail at will?"
"Wow, why are there such a large number of guests that we can reduce our sentences if they want?"
"Quickly pinch me, are you dreaming..."
…
Xia Qianchen looked at the dress in her hand and was stunned. It turned out that it was really Young Emperor Nangong who did it. Tomorrow is his birthday?
His birthday is obviously half a month later... maybe the information he disclosed to the public is false...
What did he want to do, go to all the trouble to let her make a cake, let them practice singing for him, and continue to insult her at his birthday party?
Thinking that she actually made a cake for that kind of person, I wanted to put poison in the cake.
When I thought about singing a blessing hymn to him, my whole body felt even more disgusting and uncomfortable——
How can someone like him, who is a pervert and goes to hell after death, deserve the baptism of the Book of Songs? What an irony and a stain on Jesus!
night.
There were screams one after another in the rest room, and everyone was sighing and praising each other.
However, when Xia Qianchen walked out of the makeshift dressing room, the whole place was silent.
The warm light shines on Xia Qianchen's body, her skirts are layered, and the petals seem to be breaking apart and blooming.
Xia Qianchen's expression was quiet.
It's very quiet, and the beauty evaporates in the silence, as if it has the power to shake people.
In front of the monitor, Rhodes was also stunned, and the wine glass overflowed with red wine.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Di..." He apologized repeatedly.
Nangong Young Emperor said nothing, closed the book in his hand and looked at the screen.
As handsome as a Greek god, his indifferent expression showed a hint of surprise and a hint of expectation. He curled his lips slightly, and his eyes became domineering. He was arrogant and proud of the world, and he was the only one in the world. This world belonged to him, including her.
"Is it beautiful?" He held his chin.
Rhodes said respectfully: "Beautiful."
A sharp glance swept over him.
Rhodes added: "I am speaking from a purely appreciative perspective."
It's really beautiful, so dazzling that even Anda feels ashamed.
Xia Qianchen sat in front of the piano and started playing.
White long-sleeved hollow printed gloves with slender and flexible finger bones...
She played, and light seemed to burst from her eyes.
No one could have imagined that a person could be so beautiful, she really looked like the princess who walked out of the murals of the last century.
She held her long hair loosely, with a few strands of curls hanging down. Her face, without makeup, was clear and beautiful, yet seductive, exuding a noble and inviolable aura.
Standing in front of her, everyone will have the illusion that they should be her servants.
Young Emperor Nangong held on to the goblet, closed his eyes, and listened happily.
The rehearsal lasted very late that day. Everyone was reluctant to change out of their beautiful dresses and looked forward to tomorrow's performance.
Only Xia Qianchen was racking her brains, thinking about how she was going to ruin this birthday party and how she was going to escape from it...
Originally, half a month was up. If her relationship with Ellen was still good, she had already planned a plan on how to escape, right?
It's a pity that she is alone and weak, so she doesn't dare to take action rashly.
If she failed, Emperor Nangong would step up her guard and she would not have a second chance to escape.
It was late at night, and suddenly there was a puff of smoke in the prison.
Xia Qianchen did not fall asleep. She was choked by the smoke. She thought it was Young Emperor Nangong's men who were making a surprise attack and threw incense bombs into her room.
But the smoke became thicker and thicker, and she vaguely heard someone shouting:
"Help, it's on fire!"
Xia Qianchen quickly rolled over and got out of bed. Sure enough, the fire spread rapidly and the prison was illuminated with bright light.
Xia Qianchen went to pull the alarm bell, but found that there was no response. Apparently other prisoners who noticed the fire had also pulled it——
Someone sabotaged the alarm bell? Set a fire on purpose?
Xia Qianchen reached out and grabbed the iron door railing, shaking it hard, and the female prisoner on the lower bunk also woke up...
"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."
"Help--!"
Thick smoke was billowing, and everyone was locked in a closed cell with no way to escape, as if they were lambs waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for the footsteps of death to slowly approach...