You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 185 Only this person knows what he cares about

Criminal Justice Department.

Twenty-three civil servants from both the government and the public were thrown into prison because they advocated war and angered His Majesty.

Because the head of the Ministry of Justice had good relations with the pro-war officials and was anxious to imprison him, he was basically put in jail without suffering any punishment.

Looking around, Ling Shumo took a deep breath, and every step he took was difficult.

He just felt that this was just a small world where anyone could be imprisoned at will.

In just a few steps, he began to wander around the prison.

A faint stench of decay spread everywhere, and there was a chill in the air.

He had only been to jail once in his life, and that was the three days he was imprisoned and flogged six years ago when he was about to leave the painting academy and stop writing.

Today, when I revisit the place, I am shocked by the surrounding environment.

He couldn't imagine that anyone had lived here for a long time, from every brick to every straw.

"Oh——" Ling Shumo was filled with emotion.

The current emperor is probably beyond redemption, and the ministers' advice and remonstrances are incapable of awakening him. I wonder how long Da Ying can hold on.

He almost closed his eyes, feeling the calamity of the prison and the disaster of Xuan Li's invasion...

As the night deepens, the wind slows down...

The jailer who had just walked into the cell stopped and looked at the man sitting upright on the stone bed.

"Master Ling, this is the bedding for you."

Ling Shumo looked at him in confusion: "Bedsheets?"

"Master Ling," the jailer said calmly, "Oh, it's cold in autumn. I'll bring you some blankets to warm you up."

Ling Shumo's eyes darkened slightly: "Tell the truth!"

"This... this is of course the truth..." The jailer leaned forward slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

After saying that, he carefully handed over the blue quilt.

"What about the other ministers?" Ling Shumo asked, feeling it was extremely strange.

The jailer bowed his head and said, "Well, I am in a low position and cannot help so many people."

Ling Shumo remained calm and composed: "Tell the truth——"

The tone rose a few notches and the sound was prolonged.

Although the tone was gentle, there was a hint of shock and intimidation in it...

The jailer looked at him for a long time before slowly revealing a grievance: "Okay, Lord Ling. This quilt was sent by someone outside the palace."

"Take it away! Since other ministers don't have it, I don't need it either." Ling Shumo suddenly handed over the bedding.

He naturally knew who had sent it, but he was aware of the entanglement involved and was afraid of getting into trouble.

Being a master of painting and calligraphy, one of his calligraphy works was worth a thousand taels of silver in the past. So why did he live an ordinary life in poverty?

It was because, for many years, his family wealth was sent abroad to appease the refugees, and even the orchid garden belonged to Ling Han.

"Lord Ling, this is not good." The jailer's complexion darkened and his face looked very ugly.

He was the youngest among the twenty-three officials around him. He could not have what those old people did not have.

If we share the same advice and admonition, we must share the joys and sorrows.

After saying that, Ling Shumo no longer paid attention to the jailer. He turned sideways to the straw, gathered it up casually, and lay down.

"My lord!" The jailer's eyes widened and he had to take the bedding out with a sad face.

Ling Shumo turned his head to look at the air vent on the upper left. There seemed to be a bright moon and floating clouds.

He suddenly felt absurd. How could the dynasty he had devoted his life to be ruled by a tyrant emperor and a treacherous prime minister?

For an official, there is nothing more absurd and painful than this.

But if the king wants his subject to die, the subject has to die.

Thinking of this, he stroked the white lotus jade pendant on his waist, his hands trembling.

Love is important, and righteousness is also important.

Suddenly, this person remembered Han Miaoran's despair and loss, and her willingness to die, and his similar mood.

stab-

Ling Shumo heard what seemed to be a sound outside the door, and the cell door had been opened.

The jailer who had just left came in, leaning forward and leading a food delivery man pushing a cart.

"Boy, I'll give you a stick of incense!"

"it is good!"

Bai Wan responded, leaned forward and knocked the ground with a bamboo pole, feeling his way along the wall as he walked towards the interior of the prison.

"Zi Chen?" he called softly.

Ling Shumo in the prison was wearing gray and white clothes, his handsome face was pale, but he still maintained the demeanor of a modest young man and sat in a corner of the stone bed.

"Zi Chen——" he identified the voice.

The person inside was a little surprised, his body trembled slightly, and he turned to look at him in disbelief.

"You came to see me?" Ling Shumo smiled slightly, feeling only sad.

Although she is much less graceful than before, Bai Wan can't be seen after all, and we don't know how miserable she looks.

Bai Wan respected this man's behavior, but also seemed to feel a little distressed...

He seemed unable to help himself, and groped his way through the gap in the fence with his hand.

The person opposite grabbed his hand and held it in his palm.

His eyes were like a waning moon, and his heart was burning.

"The food here must be bad. I brought you chicken legs. Isn't that very thoughtful?" Bai Wan smiled and handed over the things in the paper bag.

The man's smile was bright and beautiful, like the only touch of spring in the prison.

However, since I can't see it, I can only keep rubbing it.

Ling Shumo took the paper bag, slowly raised his hand and held his hand.

Unlike before, this time the coldness of his hand was transmitted directly from the palm to Bai Wan's palm.

The opponent didn’t want to die, but was in an embarrassing situation where he didn’t have time to recover from a big win.

"Don't you think I'm stupid for doing such a thing?" Ling Shumo asked quietly.

Bai Wan spoke slowly and solemnly, "Those who work for the country and the people, and for the well-being of the world, cannot be called stupid. I also believe that you are not the kind of person who does not consider the consequences."

Ling Shumo nodded without comment.

Then, Bai Wan added, "I gave the other twenty-two officials a chicken leg and a small hand warmer, so they won't be cold and hungry for the time being."

I really didn't expect this person to do this.

Just take care of him and give gifts to the other officials who gave advice.

I don't know what kind of work this person, who is so greedy for money, did to earn money, and I don't know how much money he spent on bribery.

Ling Shumo looked at the small hand warmer in his hand, then looked quietly at the person opposite him, his eyes as soft as water.

Only this person knows what he cares about...

What to worry about...

What to think about...

Bai Wan raised her head and smiled: "Don't forget, no one has as much experience as me in prison. I admire what they did. You too!"

He knows it very well.

If the current big winner just seeks peace, it will eventually lead to the destruction of the country.

Although their actions seem to make life miserable for the people after the war, their lives will only be even more miserable once they become slaves of a conquered nation.

Ling Shumo stared at him for a long time, and suddenly said: "Before I entered the palace, I sent a letter to Lingyu to borrow troops to put pressure on Xuanli. The letter was sent to the Zhengzhou Prefecture to resist the enemy."

Although there was a suspicion of usurpation of authority, as he was in charge of foreign affairs as the Minister of Rites, he still held some power.

It is a pity that Your Majesty is so eager to make peace that these people will probably be imprisoned until death, or killed or buried.

Acting on your own initiative is tantamount to seeking death.

Then, Ling Shumo gently stroked the warmth in his hand, firm as a rock.

Before the man could react, a pair of hands stretched out from the gap in the wooden bars of the prison and tightly hugged the person outside through the prison door.

"Abai, listen to me. If anything happens to me, you must leave the capital, the farther the better."