The reborn prince can't be pushed down

Chapter 102
It had been three days since Jiang Nian had been locked up in Yusheng Pavilion. That night, it suddenly snowed heavily, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

He was imprisoned here in a hurry, without thick and warm clothes, and he did not bring any valuables with him.

The palace people who served in the Yusheng Pavilion, which was not cared for by anyone, couldn't make money all the year round, so they couldn't help but feel resentful in their hearts.

When Jiang Nian was escorted back then, they knew that Jiang Nian came from a wealthy family and was also the emperor's husband. They wanted to get some benefits from him, but they didn't want the jade hairpin on his head and the jade pendant around his waist to be valuable to these two empty-handed and desolate emperors. Outside the object, there is nothing long on the body.

At that time, the expressions on their faces were a little ugly.

Jiang Nian graciously took off the jade hairpin and jade pendant. Although the palace people were dissatisfied with the little things, but thinking about the Jiang family behind him, maybe the Jiang family would come to take care of it, so they patiently apologized.

But this impoverished imperial husband has a strange temper, he doesn't want food or clothes, so let them get some pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Of course, for these eunuchs who don't know a lot of big characters, they can't be expected to get the pen and ink that Jiang Nian used to use in the past.

Then in the following days, Jiang Nian sat cross-legged in front of the dilapidated desk with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, but he never wrote.

"The meal is here!" Before the Jiang family came to take care of it, the attitude of the palace people in Yusheng Pavilion began to deteriorate, and they left after leaving their jobs.

It was a fairly clean rice bowl, filled with white rice soup, and the rice grains at the bottom of the bowl could be seen faintly.

The rice soup was placed heavily on the table, and a few drops of the splashed soup flew onto the rice paper.

"Alas..." Jiang Qingnian sighed, and wiped the rice soup on the paper with his sleeve.Then he picked up the bowl and drank the cold rice soup in one gulp.

He has experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships in his previous life, so naturally he won't care about these people who follow the red and the white.

The north wind blew in through the window lattice without window paper, and it was so cold that Jiang Nian shivered uncontrollably.

This secluded Yusheng Pavilion is finally better than the previous life, at least it is not a small and dark room, which would drive people crazy.

For Jiang Nian, who had practiced martial arts and hadn't had his meridians sealed by golden needles, he could still bear the cold.

He moved his stiff fingers, poured some from the cup filled with cold water into the inkstone, and started to ink by himself.

Because the weather was so cold, he had to grind for a while, then stopped to warm his hands before continuing.

It has been so many days, and there is no news from Ning Yuezhao. Could it be that this palace really deserves the name.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

This feeling can be treated as a recollection, but it was lost at the time.

Even if you do it all over again, can't you grow old forever?

Jiang Nian was not reconciled, as long as he still had breath, he would not admit defeat.

After the ink was finished, Jiang Nian picked up the brush with a bald tip, dipped it in the ink, and began to write on the paper.

The weather was cold, and there was no charcoal fire in the room to keep warm. Jiang Nian wrote reluctantly with his stiff and inflexible fingers.

When you are immersed in your thoughts, you will not feel the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and it got dark early in winter, and the house quickly darkened.

Fortunately, Jiang Nian had almost finished writing, and the paper was spread out on the desk waiting to dry.

At this time, the door opened with a creak, and a palace man led a person in with a lantern.

"Tell you something, hurry up! Otherwise, if you are discovered, you will have to eat and walk around!" The lantern-carrying underground palace man said impatiently.

"Yes, thank you, big brother." The man took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it.

The palace man weighed his weight and left with a little satisfaction.

The person who came was none other than Jing Ming.

He quickly closed the door and rushed to Jiang Nian, "Your Highness, you have suffered!"

Jiang Nian patted his head lightly and said, "I'm fine."

Through the dim light, Jiang Nian saw the exhaustion on his face.Thinking about it, he, the master, has fallen, and naturally these low-level people have not had a good life.

Jing Ming took out the things he brought, which were a few thick winter clothes and some food.

"Your Majesty has been in a coma for the past few days. Luckily, Aunt Bitao didn't prohibit the subordinate's actions, so the subordinate can still visit you secretly."

Jiang Nian knew that Bitao was actually helping him, but the situation that night was so urgent that she had to lock him up first.

For example, now that Jing Ming can still walk around the palace, it was because Bitao was worried that he would suffer from cold and hunger, so she deliberately released the water.

"You can make use of these first, and the subordinates will find a chance to come to you again."

Jing Ming had seen how Jiang Nian was pampered before. He had never suffered such a hardship. Just thinking about it made him feel sad for his master.

Jiang Nian's profile was in the half-light, but his expression was extremely firm. He waved to Jing Ming, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

"what?"

Jing Ming leaned forward, and Jiang Nian explained a few words to him in a low voice.

"Your Highness?" Jing Ming looked at him with wide eyes.

Jiang Nian sighed: "You do as I say, I can't sit still and wait for death!"

Jing Ming gritted her teeth and said firmly, "Don't worry, my subordinates will complete what you have asked them to do even if they are terrified."

Jiang Qingnian smiled, "Okay, it's not good for you to stay here for too long, go back first."

Jing Ming was reluctant to give up, but he knew that now was not the time to talk about feelings, so he stuffed a small bag of things for Jiang Nian, and said: "Leave these to you, don't wrong yourself."

Jiang Nian took it, touched it in the dark, and found that it was some ingots, but he didn't know if it was gold or silver.

"Don't worry, you can go."

Jing Ming reluctantly left Yusheng Pavilion.

Jiang Nian touched the food brought by Jingming, which was cakes wrapped in oiled paper.He only had a bowl of rice soup today, and he was indeed a little hungry.But he just hid the pastries and winter clothes, and then he cleared his throat and called, "Come on!"

It was probably because the order from Jing Ming was received today, the palace servants responded quite quickly, but their attitude was still not very respectful, "It's getting dark, what else do you need?"

The dim light from the lantern was the only light in the dilapidated palace, reflecting the impatient face of the eunuch.

Jiang Nian spoke slowly, with a slightly bewitching voice, "I have a chance to make money for you, do you want it?"

The eunuch suddenly regained his energy and leaned in front of him, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

Jiang Nian pointed to the lampstand on the table, "Light the lamp for me first."

The eunuch immediately complied. He knew that Jing Ming had brought a lot of things to see Jiang Nian just now. In his opinion, Jing Ming must have packed a lot of valuable things for Jiang Nian, so he is very cooperative now.

The lamp on the table is an old kerosene lamp, and the flame is like beans.

Jiang Nian pushed forward what he had written during the day. The eunuch thought it was a bank note, but he didn't expect it to be a dozen densely written papers.

He was a little disgusted for a moment, "Your Highness, the servant has spent so much effort, why do you give me this?"

(End of this chapter)