The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Fufeng City.

Inside the death row, the weather outside could not be seen, so Wen Jiucheng could only estimate the time based on his intuition.

Every day, he would use a hairpin to draw a horizontal bar on the wall.

When he reached the seventh bar, a smile appeared on his face.

He put the hairpin back into the bun, lay down on the window opening, poked his head out and called Senior Brother.

Fang Wujiu's head poked out from the opposite window.

Seeing the smile on Wen Jiucheng's face, he seemed to have thought of something, so he couldn't help laughing too.

"Is it today?"

Wen Jiucheng replied with a smile, "Yes, it's today."

Fang Wujiu asked again: "Is your injury better?"

Wen Jiucheng: "It's much better, and it won't affect normal operations."

Fang Wujiu: "Well, that's good."

What these two people said was endless, so that the person in Tianmen who was in charge of monitoring their conversation was completely at a loss.

Yu Jiu, who was pretending to be the county sheriff's wife, walked in and asked, "Old Wu, how are they doing?"

The Tianmen man named Lao Wu took a step forward, clasped his fists in his hands and saluted, and replied truthfully.

"They're still the same."

Yu Jiu walked to the wall and listened carefully, but the people on the other side of the wall had stopped talking, and he couldn't hear any sound.

He looked at Old Wu again and asked, "What did they say these two days?"

The reason why Yu Jiu locked Fang Wujiu and Wen Jiucheng in the same place and left them a window is to give them the opportunity to exchange information with each other, and Yu Jiu can learn from it by monitoring their communication. to some useful information.

Old Wu recounted the conversation between Fang Wujiu and Wen Jiucheng in the past two days verbatim.

When he finished the last sentence, Yu Jiu frowned.

Yu Jiu keenly noticed that Fang Wujiu and Wen Jiucheng seemed to be planning something secretly.

Yu Jiu asked someone to open the iron gate.

He stepped in and finally stopped at the window of the cell where Wen Jiucheng was held.

Through the narrow window, he saw Wen Jiucheng in the cell.

At this time, Wen Jiucheng was sitting on the ground, his clothes had become wrinkled, and a layer of light blue beard grew on his chin. He looked a bit decadent, but he was in good spirits.

When Wen Jiucheng heard the sound of the iron gate opening, he knew someone had come in.

When he raised his head slightly, he noticed the person standing outside the window.

The two looked at each other.

Yu Jiu spoke first: "Is your injury better?"

Wen Jiucheng laughed mockingly: "Thanks to you, it's still not good."

Yu Jiu: "I know some medical skills, so I can treat you for you."

Wen Jiucheng: "No, I'm afraid you will take the opportunity to cure me to death."

This was actually a bad joke that wasn't very funny, but Yu Jiu laughed, apparently quite happily.

"If I want to kill you, I won't wait until now. You are still useful to me."

Wen Jiucheng asked coolly: "Then I have to thank you for not killing me?"

Yu Jiu gradually put away her smile: "I'm serious, I don't need to kill you, as long as you are obedient and don't make trouble, I will let you go after we are done."

Wen Jiucheng looked at him like a fool: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

Yu Jiu sneered and said, "Believe it or not, anyway, I've made it clear. If you don't believe in evil, you can give it a try. Anyway, your fate is your own, and how you love it is your own business. What does it have to do with me? "

Wen Jiucheng: "If that's the case, why do you come here to talk nonsense to us? Isn't it superfluous?"

Yu Jiu stared at him sullenly.

Wen Jiucheng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled calmly.

At this time, Fang Wujiu, who was locked in the opposite cell, suddenly spoke.

His voice sounded a little smiling.

"Mrs. Magistrate, instead of wasting your time here with us, why not go and see how your husband is doing? If you hurry up, maybe he can still be saved."

Yu Jiu turned around suddenly, and cast a gloomy gaze on Fang Wujiu.

Fang Wujiu stood in the cell, with his hands in his sleeves, and his smile was as gentle as ever.

It seemed that what he was in at this time was not a death row, but his own home, and he was so comfortable.

His calm and steady appearance made Yu Jiu feel extremely dazzling.

Yu Jiu sneered and said: "I originally wanted you to live in peace until the last day, but now it seems that there is no need for this. Come here, and drag this ignorant thing to the torture room. I will let him know today. What will happen if you don't know how to promote!"

Old Wu pushed open the iron door and hurried in.

He did not follow Yu Jiu's order to open the cell door, but whispered to Yu Jiu.

"Ninth Young Master, the people in the mansion sent news just now, saying that the sheriff suddenly vomited blood and passed out, he is about to die!"

Yu Jiu's expression changed upon hearing this.

He subconsciously looked at Fang Wujiu in the cell.

Fang Wujiu still had a gentle smile on his face: "I have already reminded you, if you hurry up, maybe he can be saved."

Yu Jiu gritted his teeth and said, "It's you guys who messed with Er!"

Fang Wujiu came to a sudden: "So the name of the person pretending to be the sheriff is Yu Er."

Wen Jiucheng, who was in another cell, answered, "This name is really not very good."

Yu Jiu didn't have time to play tricks with these two guys, so he explained to Old Wu with a gloomy face.

"Watch these two people closely, don't give them food and water before I come back, and don't allow others to step here!"

Old Wu quickly responded, "Here."

Yu Jiu hurriedly left the prison.

Hearing the bang of the iron gate closing again, Fang Wujiu and Wen Jiucheng smiled at the same time.

The atmosphere in the Sheriff's Mansion was very tense.

When Yu Jiu, who was pretending to be the sheriff's wife, walked quickly to the door of the bedroom, she happened to see the doctor shaking his head at the housekeeper and said helplessly.

"Please forgive me for my ignorance and lack of knowledge. I can't cure the governor of the county."

Yu Jiu walked into the bedroom with the help of the maid.

When the housekeeper and the doctor saw the sheriff's wife coming, they immediately stopped talking and saluted respectfully.

The butler explained in a low voice.

"Just now, the governor of the county was handling official business, and suddenly he vomited blood and passed out. We hurriedly carried him here, and invited the government doctor to come over to treat him, but the doctor couldn't do anything."

When he said the last sentence, the butler's voice was almost inaudible, and his eyes were a little red.

Yu Jiu went straight to the bed, and saw Jian Shujie lying on the bed dying.

Yu Er, who pretended to be Jian Shujie, was in great pain at this time.

His face was pale, his lips were purple, his pupils were constricted, and his expression was slightly ferocious.

Seeing Yu Jiu coming, he immediately stretched out his trembling right hand, grabbed Yu Jiu's sleeve, and uttered two words with difficulty.

"help me……"