Chapter 1076

Song Zhi watched Zhang Xiaobai wander around the cell for most of the day, but he didn't sit on the ground. He just walked around the corner of the cell and occasionally stretched out his foot to probe the messy straw. But he didn't touch his toes, so he hurried back.

So many times. Moreover, he kept complaining, "I'm afraid this place doesn't even want to stay with ghosts. It's so dirty that there's no place for feet. It stinks to death. There's no mice. It's disgusting enough. I'm going to vomit. There's no light and moisture everywhere. If it's so dirty

Stay one night and you'll be fine when you get old. No, I can't stay here all the time. I don't want to die. I'm wronged. I can't die! "

He talked endlessly for a long time

Song Zhi is the same as the audience watching monkeys in the zoo.

Look at him quietly.

See how much more energy he has?

Zhang Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore and pulled the iron chain on the door firmly.

Crackling!

Echoed in the dark cell and seeped horribly.

It also cools people's back!

"Let me out. I didn't kill people. You can't lock me up. Let me out. This is not a place for people at all. Even if you don't let me go, you should quickly change a place for me! Come on, do you hear me? Come on! I don't want to die."

Keep howling.

That's sad!

Soon the jailer came.

The two jailers came fiercely, raised their hands and knocked hard on the stake with their big knives.

"What's the noise? If you dare to shout here again, I'll seal your mouth."

Zhang Xiaobai said, "two officers, I really didn't kill anyone. Go and tell Lord Zhuo to let me out."

"Are you dreaming? Now you are the biggest suspect. Maybe you killed the king. How could lord Zhuo let you out?"

"I really didn't kill anyone!"

"Whether there is a homicide or not will be known when the investigation is clear." The jailer became impatient.

Zhang Xiaobai simply stretched out his hand, directly grabbed the jailer's clothes and said, "then you change my place. I don't want to sleep here. Maybe you bring me a clean quilt and some oil lamps. You'd better prepare some food for me."

"What?" The jailer smiled, "do you think you are the emperor Lao Tzu? You pay so much attention to being in prison!"

Zhang Xiaobai was wronged: "well... If I don't have a clean quilt, I'll die if I sleep here for a night. Don't you leave me here, it's equivalent to sending me to die?"

"Why are you so wordy? You're a recidivist now! It's good for you not to cuff you with chains. If you dare to shout again, see how I deal with you." The jailer pretended to pull out the big knife in his hand.

The next moment, Zhang Xiaobai shrank back.

He is very timid! But he is always white and tender. If he stays here again, he will become no one and no ghost. At that time, even if he is innocent, he may not be able to play a role. At the thought of this, he said to the jailer with his heart crossed and his heart open, "well... At least change me another one

Cell. "

With a plea.

"You..." the jailer was helpless.

Song Zhi really couldn't see it. He got up and went to the stake in the cell and said to the jailer, "brother jailer, why don't I change with Childe Zhang? I have a window here."

As soon as he heard it, Zhang Xiaobai said, "I won't change with him. Bad luck!"

The jailer scolded him with two horizontal eyebrows, "you like to change or not, but now there is no other cell for you."

There are empty cells around!

Zhang Xiaobai thought carefully and looked at Song Zhi's cell opposite.

Then he gritted his teeth, "all right."

So the jailer changed their cells.

Although Zhang Xiaobai changed to Song Zhi's cell, he also looked disgusted. Fortunately, there was no smell in the opposite room. It was estimated that Song Zhi had absorbed the smell long ago, and the light also came in from the window. With a warm smell, he reluctantly dispersed the moisture on the ground.

The jailer asked Zhang Xiaobai, "how's it going, young master Zhang, can you do it now?"

"OK!"

In fact, I'm not very satisfied, but it's better than the previous one!

The jailer snorted, pointed to Song Zhi and said, "look at other people's childe song. He has been squatting in his cell for several days without a complaint. You just came in. If you can't find the incense, you shout heaven and earth. You want to die."

Another jailer smiled, "forget it, let him shout. Anyway, Lord Zhuo will order soon. He probably won't have a chance to shout again."

"Ha ha, too."

The implication is that Lord Zhuo is likely to convict him and behead him.

After the two guards left.

Zhang Xiaobai turned pale.

Song Zhi changed his place and had an excellent attitude. He found a place to sit down and said to Zhang Xiaobai opposite, "childe Zhang, you'd better have a rest first."

Zhang Xiaobai glanced at him and had to find a slightly clean place to sit down.

Half a ring, he asked Song Zhi, "aren't you afraid of death?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but people die!"

"Your attitude is really good."

"This is not the state of mind, and justice lies. If Lord Zhuo really sentenced me to death, I can only say that my lord perverted the law and justice does not exist."

Zhang Xiaobai, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Song Zhi smiled and didn't speak.

Zhang Xiaobai was bored and suddenly saw a row of children at his feet.

A line of very fair and beautiful handwriting.

Then he read it out, "sad, singing, walking."

He didn't understand, so he asked Song Zhi, "did you write this?"

Song Zhi said, "well, I wrote it casually and forgot to erase it."

"What does that mean?"

"It's not interesting."

Huh?

Zhang Xiaobai didn't understand what he meant, but he thought the man was very boring.

So they all quieted down.

There was only a cold wind rolling in the cell.

Zhang Xiaobai didn't seem to like this quiet environment, so he suddenly started a topic. Looking at the shadow in the opposite cell, he said, "Song Zhi, you are actually very talented, just temperament... It's so annoying."

I don't know whether it's boasting or belittling.

Song Zhi looked gentle: "everyone says so."

"By the way, why don't you suddenly write poetry? Come and tell a story?"

This

In fact, many people have asked Song Zhi this question. Every time he is either silent or careless.

Now, too, he replied with four words: "it's hard to say."

"How is it hard to say?" Zhang Xiaobai asked, "before, you were a great poet in Yiwu. Everyone wanted to make friends with you. If you keep writing, maybe now the holy name has spread all over Huyi. If you are lucky, you may have become an official."

When Song Zhi heard the word "being an official", he looked calm. "There are so many accidents in life that you can't tell anything."