Just like that, Song Zhi watched Zhang Xiaobai wander around the cell for a long time, but he did not sit on the ground. He just walked around the corners of the cell, occasionally stretching out his feet to touch the messy pile of straw, but before his toes could touch it, he quickly retracted it.
He went back and forth like this many times. Moreover, he kept complaining, "I'm afraid even ghosts don't want to stay in this place. It's so dirty, there's not even a place to walk, and it stinks to death. There aren't even any mice. It's so disgusting, I'm about to vomit. There's no light at all, and it's damp everywhere.
If you stay here for one night, you'll be dead when you're old. No, I can't stay here forever. I don't want to die either. I've been wronged, I can't die! "
He chattered on for a long, long time …
Song Zhi was like an audience watching a monkey show at the zoo.
He looked at him quietly.
He wanted to see how long his energy could last?
Zhang Xiaobai could not take it anymore and pulled the iron chain on the door tightly.
There was a series of crackling sounds!
It reverberated in the dark cell. It was horrifying.
It also made one's back turn cold!
"Let me out, I didn't kill anyone, you can't lock me up. Let me out, this is not a place for people to stay. Even if you don't let me go, hurry up and change my place! Guards, did you hear me or not? Someone, come quickly! I don't want to die yet. "
He kept on howling.
That was miserable!
Very soon, the jailers were attracted.
Two jailers walked over fiercely, raised their hands, and hit the wooden stake hard with the machetes in their hands.
"So noisy, what's so noisy? If you dare to shout here again, I'll seal your mouth. "
Zhang Xiaobai said, "Brothers, I really didn't kill anyone. Go and tell Lord Zhuo to let me out."
"Are you dreaming? You're the biggest suspect now. Maybe you killed Wang Jun, so why would Lord Zhuo let you out? "
"I really didn't kill anyone!"
"We'll know whether or not there's a murder after the investigation." The jailer was getting impatient.
Zhang Xiaobai simply stretched out his hand and grabbed the jailer's clothes. "Then change my place. I don't want to sleep here. Maybe you can bring me a clean quilt and some oil lamps. It's best if you can prepare some food for me."
"What?" The jailer laughed. "Do you think you're the Emperor of Heaven? Why do you have to be so particular when you're in prison? "
Zhang Xiaobai felt wronged. "Then … If there's no clean blanket, I'll die if I sleep here for a night. Aren't you sending me to my death by leaving me here?"
"Why are you so long-winded? You are now a felon! I'm already being kind to you by not shackling you. If you dare to scream again, I'll teach you a lesson. "The jailer pretended to pull out the broadsword in his hand.
The next moment, Zhang Xiaobai shrank back.
He was very timid! However, he had always been fair and tender. If he continued to stay here, he would definitely become neither a human nor a ghost. At that time, even if he was innocent and went out, he probably wouldn't be able to make a name for himself. When he thought of this, he steeled his heart and said to the jailer, "Then … at least give me a new one.
Prison cell. "
With a pleading tone.
"You …" The jailer felt helpless.
Song Zhi could not stand it any longer. He got up and walked to the wooden stakes in the cell and said to the jailer, "Big Brother Jailer, how about I swap places with Young Master Zhang? I have a window here."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaobai said, "I'm not exchanging with him. How unlucky!"
The jailer furrowed his eyebrows and scolded him. "You can change it if you want, but there are no other cells for you now."
They were surrounded by empty cells!
Zhang Xiaobai thought about it carefully and looked at Song Zhi's cell opposite.
Then, he gritted his teeth. "Alright."
Thus, the jailer swapped the two of them.
Although Zhang Xiaobai was swapped to Song Zhi's cell, he still looked disgusted. Fortunately, it was not as smelly as the opposite cell. The stench had probably been sucked clean by Song Zhi. Moreover, light shone in through the window, bringing with it a trace of warmth that barely dispersed the moisture on the ground.
The jailer asked Zhang Xiaobai, "How is it, Eldest Young Master Zhang? Is it okay now?"
"It's okay!"
Actually, he was not very satisfied with it, but it was better than the previous one!
The jailer snorted and pointed at Song Zhi. "Look at Young Master Song. He has been squatting in the cell for several days without a word of complaint. You, on the other hand, have only been here for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn and you're already shouting to the heavens and the earth."
The other jailer laughed. "Forget it, forget it. Let him shout. Lord Zhuo will give the order soon anyway. He probably won't have the chance to shout anymore."
"Haha, that's true."
In other words, Lord Zhuo was very likely to convict him and behead him.
After the two jailers left.
Zhang Xiaobai's face turned pale.
Song Zhi was in a good mood after changing places. He found a place to sit down and said to Zhang Xiaobai, "Young Master Zhang, you'd better take a rest first."
Zhang Xiaobai glared at him and found a slightly cleaner place to sit down.
After a while, he asked Song Zhi, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Of course I'm afraid, but death is inevitable!"
"You have a really good mentality."
"This is not a mentality, but a matter of fairness. If Lord Zhuo really sentenced me to death, it can only be said that Lord Zhuo has misused the law and that there is no justice."
Zhang Xiaobai said, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
Song Zhi smiled and did not speak.
Zhang Xiaobai grunted and suddenly saw a line of words by his feet.
A very fair and delicate line of words.
He read it out loud, "Sorrowful singing, I walk."
He did not understand, so he asked Song Zhi, "Did you write this?"
Song Zhi said, "Yes, I wrote it casually and forgot to erase it."
"What does this mean?"
"Nothing."
Huh?
Zhang Xiaobai did not understand what he meant, but he felt that the person was extremely boring.
Thus, they both quietened down.
There was only a gust of cold wind in the prison cell.
Zhang Xiaobai did not seem to like this kind of quiet environment, so he suddenly brought up a topic. He looked at the shadow in the opposite cell and said, "Song Zhi, you're actually quite talented, but your temper … is too annoying."
He did not know if it was a compliment or a criticism.
Song Zhi's expression was gentle. "That's what everyone says."
"By the way, why did you suddenly stop writing poems? Why did you come here to be a story girl? "
This …
In fact, many people had asked Song Zhi this question. Every time, he would either be silent or play dumb.
It was the same now. He replied with four words, "It's a long story."
"Why is it a long story?" Zhang Xiaobai asked. "You used to be a great poet in Yiwu, and everyone wanted to be friends with you. If you had continued writing, your name might have spread throughout Huyi by now. If you were lucky, you might have become an official."
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