The cell, a gloomy prison cell for felons, is only one foot square, with three iron walls and a water-soaked fir fence that can only be reached through the arm. The ground is covered with a layer of rice straw, but I don’t know how long it has been since it was changed.
It has long since become moldy and black, has begun to rot, and emits a strong stench, which is also mixed with the stench of feces and urine. Mixed together, most people would vomit on the spot just by smelling it.
Nie Zhiyuan was lying on the rice field, half-relying on the cold iron wall with his back. His hair was disheveled, and his hands and feet were covered with heavy iron chains. His original white prison clothes were black in places and stained with blood, making him look tattered and shabby.
.But these are no longer something he can care about. Waves of bone-piercing pain are constantly coming from his legs that were just tortured during the day——
The pain was so severe that it seemed never-ending. The pain was like a tide, flooding his whole body and mind to the point where he could not even fall asleep.
The sleepiness was swallowed up by the pain, leaving only a numb body lying there feebly, unable to even move a finger.
In a space under the wooden fence in front of me, there was a bowl of rice.
It is said to be rice, but the rice grains in it are almost darker than the broken bowl it is served in. There are a few yellowing green vegetables on top. This is a special treatment only granted by the superiors - this bowl of rice, at dusk
It was delivered on time. But now how could Nie Zhiyuan crawl over to eat? He had no appetite at all, and the tidal pain even occupied his throat, making it difficult to swallow even a sip of water.
He didn't eat, so the bowl of rice sat there intact, attracting two huge rats, each about the size of a fist, with shiny fur, indicating that they had lived a very nourishing life in prison. They were very skillful.
He ran out of the dark corner, came to the broken bowl, and started eating as if no one was watching.
In the eyes of the two mice, Nie Zhiyuan was almost like a dead person.
Why……
A long sigh came out with difficulty from Nie Zhiyuan's chapped lips, echoing in the narrow and oppressive cell. However, the two mice who were immersed in eating did not even raise their heads.
Accompanied by a long sigh, two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes - Nie Zhiyuan suffered an unjust case, from the initial anger, to the confusion later, to the bitterness now, the changes in his mood made Nie Zhiyuan's whole person become...
He lost his vitality. Perhaps his only hope at the moment was that he would be put in a prison car in five days and taken to the capital for interrogation by the three divisions.
Beijing.
Only in the capital could Nie Zhiyuan have a chance to clear his grievances.
Thinking of the sudden disaster, he couldn't help but burst into anger: Those opponents above the temple were obviously unwilling to let him continue to live!
Once you enter the official career, it is as dangerous as the sea. The winds are strong and the waves are strong, and the situation is changing. The boat can be overturned and people will be killed at any time...
Nie Zhiyuan is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to die in such an unjust and aggrieved way. In fact, he has already decided in his heart that when he arrives in the capital, he must face the saint, touch the pillar or run into the steps in front of the saint, and make his will known through death.
He wanted to remonstrate with the emperor to prove his innocence...or perhaps the only thing he was reluctant to let go of was his daughter Xiaoqian.