Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

In the county magistrate's mansion, the cook's daughter, Qiao'er, was chasing chickens in the yard. She rolled up her sleeves and tied her trouser legs, chasing an old hen that fluttered her wings in a panic, running around the yard: "Ah, ah, stop!"

The county magistrate told him to let the gods eat and drink well every day. The cook decided to stew the old hen and ginseng soup tomorrow, so she sent Qiaoer to the yard to catch chickens.

Qiao'er didn't catch it for a long time, and sighed with her hands on her hips, "Hey, hey," she rested for a while, and stared at the shivering old hen unwillingly, when suddenly a hungry tiger rushed for food!

Then hit someone.

"Ouch!" Qiao'er leaned back and was supported.

"Huh? Lord Immortal?" Qiao'er stabilized her figure and found out that it was Yan Shu.

Yan Shu looked at her, her expression changed from her usual indifference, and she gently handed her two things.

Qiaoer hurriedly stretched out her palm to pick it up, and found that it was a sapphire medicine pot for scalding and a string of candied haws.

"What are you doing?" Yan Shu asked her softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Catch the hen!" Qiao'er sighed, "I can't catch it."

Yan Shu glanced at the old hen in the corner of the yard who was pecking rice, and handed the cloth package in his hand to Qiaoer: "Help me get it."

"Okay, sir." Qiao'er quickly took it and found that the cloth package was full of porcelain vases and a lot of plasters, exuding a bitter and unpleasant herbal smell.

Qiao'er raised her head and found that Yan Shu had quietly appeared beside the old hen for some unknown time.

The old hen was still pecking at the rice when she suddenly found herself rising into the air and someone grabbed her wings.

"Here." Yan Shu stuffed the still confused old hen into Qiao'er's arms and took back the cloth wrap.

"Wow, thank you, Lord Shenxian." Qiaoer was happy, hugged the old hen, spread her feet and ran back to the kitchen, and went to the cook to take credit.

Yan Shu returned to the wing with the cloth package. He closed the door and heard the sound of water disappearing behind the wooden screen in the wing.

When Yan Shu left the magistrate's mansion and went to the pharmacy to buy plaster for wounds, he asked the servants to bring a bathtub filled with hot water for Li Changtian to bathe and wash. Now it sounds like he should have finished washing.

Yan Shu walked around the carved wooden screen and saw that Li Changtian was wearing a clean white coat and was standing by the tub.

Li Changtian heard the sound, turned his head, and smiled: "Oh, you're back."

Yan Shu was silent. He had read it right before. Li Changtian looked quite handsome. Because of the word 'pretty', people who are often described in this way have a hint of charm. The meaning of the word 'pretty'.

But Li Changtian is not. He really has a good-looking appearance, but there is always an indescribable chicness in his smile, and his eyes are too sharp to look at people.

Yan Shu troubled the servants to remove the tub, and then let Li Changtian, who was only wearing a middle coat, sit on the bed, and took out the white porcelain bottles he bought from the pharmacy one by one.

"What are these?" Li Changtian asked, sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at the porcelain vases.

"Medicine, used to heal wounds." Yan Shu was horrified.

"Huh? Are you so sure that I'm not a prisoner?" Li Changtian asked.

Yan Shu explained: "The second girl of the Su family has a wound on her left forehead. She was hit with her right hand, but you are used to using your left hand."

"Ah!" Li Changtian only then reacted, and he shouted suddenly, "That's why you asked me to smash nuts with stones before, so that's the case..."

After Li Changtian shouted, he suddenly thought of something, put his thumb and index finger on his chin, and lowered his head to think.

He is indeed a left-handed, but the original owner of this body is not necessarily a left-handed.

"Besides this, is there any other way to confirm that I'm not a criminal?" Li Changtian raised his head and asked Yan Shu anxiously.

Yan Shu was slightly confused, but there was no expression on his face, and he said lightly, "Yes."

The second girl of the Su family had flesh and blood between her fingernails. She scratched the prisoner when she was struggling to resist, so if Li Changtian was the prisoner, she would definitely have scratches on her body.

After listening to Li Changtian, he pulled off the belt of his middle shirt and began to undress.

Yan Shu: "…"