Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 197 Box Lunch +1, Scumbag -1
Su Ye hesitated: "My boss, can you... help Bai Su?"

Jiang Xian said lightly: "Tell her that we are just a Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, and we don't have such great skills."

There is no help.

Qian Xuechao was almost sent in by himself, and Bai Su really asked for the wrong place.

Su Ye walked up to Jiang Xian, leaned slightly, and coquettishly said: "But Bai Su looks really pitiful, at least we are sisters, I can't bear it."

Mother Chu scolded her: "My boss is right, we just stay in the Xiaoxiang Hall as our duty, how can we have such great ability to get involved in such a big matter."

"However, if Bai Suruo has nowhere to go..." Chu's mother changed her voice, reluctantly, "You can ask her if she wants to come back."

"They're all familiar sisters, it's better than staying outside."

Mother Chu kept looking at Jiang Xian when she said that, seeing that Jiang Xian's expression remained unchanged and he didn't refute, she was relieved
Bai Su was also cultivated by her alone. Raising a dog would be a bit emotional, let alone a human.

Not only Su Ye would not bear it, but Mother Chu would too.

Seeing this, Su Ye also understood that Jiang Xian agreed without expressing his opinion, and became happy: "Then I will ask."

After saying that, she walked out, and Bai Su was waiting anxiously outside.

Su Ye coughed.

Bai Su hurriedly turned his head and hurriedly asked: "How is it?"

"I can't help it." Su Ye spread his hands, "Leave him alone, he should be worried about the people in the Qian family, not you."

"After so many months, if he really cared about you, he would have married you and returned home."

Bai Su's heart fell to the bottom all at once, and she was still defending: "Because I don't have a family background, I was also troubled by Mrs. Qian when I married. Mr. Qian is also for my own good...he is also trying his best to persuade Mrs. Qian."

Su Ye hated that iron could not be made into steel, and heard Bai Su falter: "Xiaoyeer..."

"Why, speak up if you have something to say!"

Bai Su closed his eyes, and said like he was going all out: "Can you ask the third prince for me?"

who? !

Su Ye's already round eyes stared even wider: "What is the relationship between me and the third prince, it's just a dewy relationship, you want me to ask him?"

What's more, after Xiao Huaiyu got married, he hadn't been to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion for a long time.

Su Ye's answer was straightforward: "I don't know if he can do anything, anyway, I can't speak."

Bai Su also knew that he was in a difficult situation.

In their business, there is no reason to make excessive demands based on temporary favors.

"That's all." Bai Su forced a smile, "Thank you for being willing to ask me a question."

"I am leaving."

Bai Su took half a step back, turned and left.

"Hey wait." Su Ye stopped her, "Mom said that if you want to come back, you can come back. It's better to stay here than to be outside alone."

Bai Su shook his head: "I don't have the face to get along with other sisters when I come back, thank you mom for me."

She didn't know what to think of, and raised an inauthentic smile: "I'm currently living in a courtyard at the western end of West Lane, if you have time, come and see me."

Su Ye frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't say anything more.

When Bai Su arrived at the door, the two girls at the door wanted to return the hundred taels of silver to her.She didn't refuse, and put it back into her purse.

Walking aimlessly on the streets of the capital, she wondered bitterly how Qian Xuechao was doing now, whether he was tortured, whether he was dressed warmly enough, whether he could still eat enough in prison...

In the prison of Dali Temple, Qian Xuechao, who was hanging by Bai Suji, sat on the ground and leaned against the wall.

Qian Xuechao was not severely tortured. After all, the emperor just used him as a scapegoat to explain to Li Yushi, not to ask the mastermind behind the scenes.

Therefore, his body is not considered to be very dirty.

But the environment in the prison is not good, cold and humid, and there are insects and rats. Mr. Qian, who is used to a good life, can't stand it, but he has lost weight visibly with the naked eye in a few days.

I don't know how many times it was the first time that Mr. Qian couldn't eat these cold and tasteless meals, and he frowned: "Why are these dishes again?!"

He was about to throw up.

The officials who delivered the prison meals put down the food: "Everyone is the same, so Mr. Qian can't be special, right?"

Heh, they are all in the cell, and they are still picking and choosing.

Qian Xuechao could only endure and force himself to eat. The food was still edible the day he first came here, but now there is a faint smell of rancidity.

Qian Xuechao really couldn't hold it back, he vomited it out shortly after eating it, and spread out a ball of mush with the porridge that he hadn't digested yesterday.

The stench in the prison was even worse, with a slight sour smell.

The officer quickly stepped back and pinched his nose, and waved his other hand vigorously in front of his face, as if wanting to shake off his disgust, he said, "Master Qian is really precious, if that's the case, then don't eat it, lest our food is not worthy of your golden mouth .”

Qian Xuechao gritted his teeth.

Although his family background is not very good, but it is not bad, and he passed the imperial examination all the way to the Hanlin Academy, when did he suffer this kind of anger? !
The more Qian Xuezhao thought about it, the more angry he overthrew the food, the pieces of the porcelain bowl mixed with the food inside and the vomited paste, it looked a bit disgusting: "Can you see for yourself that this is for people to eat? !"

The official sneered: "If you like to eat or not, why would a murderer get angry with me here?!"

Being locked up in this square for several days, Qian Xuechao couldn't eat or sleep well, and what the official said was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

He was so angry that he stepped forward to kick the official servant, but he was restrained by the chain on his left hand and left foot.

Qian Xuechao could only desperately try to break free from the chain, his hands were worn to the point of peeling and bleeding, but he did not break free. Finally, he crazily ran towards the official with his free right hand and right leg.

Although the official was not hit, he was also enraged, and he picked up the stick and was about to smash it down.

The imagined sound of the stick hitting the bone did not come, but another official clenched his colleague's hand and said something in a low voice.

The official scoffed coldly, and took a look at Qian Xuechao: "It's cheap for you."

The newly arrived official put the wooden barrel beside Qian Xuechao, and when the lid was opened, the aroma of the food overflowed, and Qian Xuechao couldn't help swallowing.

The new official said with a smile: "I've been sorry for Mr. Qian these few days, my brother is not sensible, this meal is yours."

Qian Xuechao was a little suspicious of their sudden change of attitude, but he had been hungry for so many days, and the fragrant food stimulated his vision and sense of smell, and his mind became muddled, leaving only the word "eat".

Qian Xuechao hesitated for a moment, smelled the aroma of food, and generously understood: "No problem."

"Then let's go first, take your time, and we will collect the dishes later."

Qian Xuechao couldn't help but began to gobble it up long ago. He was reluctant to open his mouth when he heard this, and just waved his hands.He has never felt that eating is such a happy thing.

But soon, Qian Xuechao realized something was wrong.

When he put down the bowl and chopsticks to speak, he could not make a sound with a hoarse "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and he clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, hoping to relieve the pain a little, and stared at the food that he had eaten without any leftovers.

By this point, it was all too clear what happened.

Qian Xuechao regretted so much, but couldn't speak, and patted the ground with his hands weakly, feeling anxious.There were bursts of severe pain in the five viscera and internal organs, and he breathed heavily, but he still felt that the surrounding air was thin.

Until he was tortured and collapsed, Qian Xuechao's eyes were still wide open, and his black pupils gradually expanded, forming a stark contrast with his pale complexion, making him look extremely terrifying.

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(End of this chapter)