The sound of sneezing alarmed Tunan, who was holding the quilt. She turned around with a look of concern on her face:

"Girl, you are suffering from the cold."

Zhao Surui wanted to wave his hand, but he still couldn't let go of the small heater in his arms. He sniffed and said in a disdainful tone:

"It's because I'm in poor health, not because I'm cold."

Tunan had no choice but to turn around and continue to tidy up the bedding.

Zhao Surui looked at her movements and shrank again.

Today was his third day in prison. Naturally, the censor who patrolled the city did not dare to neglect him. He insisted on living in the prison. The man wished he could move his whole house to him, but it was still cold.

A prison cell is, after all, a prison cell.

Even if this room had a ventilated window, it was winter again and there was less musty smell, but Zhao Surui, who was used to fine clothes and fine food, still felt unbearably filthy.

On the first night, he was covered with a thick cotton pad and a fresh quilt, but he could still smell the stench coming out of the cracks in the bricks like vines and crawling over his body.

It was a smell that could not be described in words. Blood, urine, tears, shady darkness and dust were all mixed together. Even if it was rinsed eight hundred times with clean water and covered with a foot thick loess, it would still be a smell.

This breath cannot be completely concealed.

Although he was born into a wealthy family, Zhao Surui has not really experienced any hardships.

Practicing martial arts requires hardship, and being a prince and emperor is not all about peace and leisure, not to mention that he went to the battlefield and lived and ate with soldiers in the grasslands and deserts of the northwest for half a year.

It's just that at that time, either my body was too tired and my mind couldn't care less about whether it was painful or not, or I was talking about fighting methods and killing enemies with great interest, and even if it was painful, I was happy with it.

There was no one to talk to him in the cell, and there were no thousands of enemy leaders for him to chop off.

There were only scattered pieces of snow blown in by the wind accompanied by the moonlight, and the footsteps of the guards patrolling back and forth in the cell corridor.

In such a sleepless night, Zhao Surui was lying on the bed, and the only thing he could think about was Shen Sanfei.

Looking at the remains of Shen Sanfai's youth in the Shen family mansion, Zhao Surui could not associate them with the cunning, cunning and mean Shen Sanfai today.

I have a father who is talented, open-minded and not pedantic.

I have a sassy and generous mother who truly loves her daughter.

Compared to his father who was open-minded on the surface but was actually suspicious and had a good reputation, he refused to believe him until his death.

Compared to his mother who covered her eyes and refused to see, her ears and refused to listen, and even dreamed that he would die for the emperor's brother.

Shen Sanfei has a wonderful father and mother that he never dreamed of.

It just so happened that she became like this.

A rare madman in the world, a rebellious person rarely found in ancient and modern times, who stole the throne and took advantage of imperial power...

"She takes great pleasure in being the emperor, and yet she mocks me for being a power-minded person? Hmph!"

"Pretend and shed tears!"

Remembering the day he saw Shen Sanbai standing in front of Shen's house and weeping with his own body, Zhao Surui turned over angrily, not caring about the smell.

After a while, he turned back again.

"Can Sanfai Shen rescue me? What if she pretends to be an emperor and wants to get me directly? Doesn't that mean that I am an impatient common man, and I have to rely on her to save me as an emperor?

”….

After thinking about it, Zhao Surui even had a picture in his mind - a man kneeling from the yamen gate all the way to the cell door. He, the dignified Emperor Zhao De, was sitting in the cell, pitifully disheveled and wearing a dragon robe.

Shen Sanfai strode in and rescued him.

Bah bah bah!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt angry. There were three braziers in the cell, which made him even hotter.

When he woke up the next day, he found that the charcoal pot had gone out and most of his quilt had fallen to the ground. As soon as he sat up, Zhao Surui felt dizzy.

Seeing that the broth and fried cakes bought by the jailer from outside were not to his liking,

At this time, Zhao Surui felt that life was getting sad.

The jailer has been beaten by the top, so he must not dare

I was rude to him, but that was it, and I couldn't even pour a pot of water.

I was wrapped in a quilt and sitting against the wall. Sometimes I felt sweaty and uncomfortable, and sometimes I felt a cool breeze entering my head from my temples.

Zhao Surui simply stood up and walked around the cell, stretching his muscles and giving himself something to do.

When Tunan appeared in the cell with a big baggage on his back, he saw "his girl" running around in the cell with her hair down, her feet stained with withered grass leaves, and her clothes all wrinkled.

"girl?"

"Tunan!"

When he saw Tunan, Zhao Surui's eyes widened.

The jailer opened the cell door, and Tunan brought "her" a change of clothes and the book she was reading.

Of course, what makes Zhao Surui most happy is the braised lamb chops that Tunan brought.

The mutton this time was cooked very lightly, the soup was white and the meat was tender, as if it had just been boiled in water in a pot, but it was full of fragrance. The bamboo food box was carefully lined with cotton cloth, and the soup was still hot when it was served.

Zhao Surui was not picky. He took a big sip and immediately felt that all the acupuncture points on his body were ventilated.

In addition to this mutton dish, there are also four small dishes, namely jelly of pig's trotters, preserved cabbage head, mixed garlic sprouts, stir-fried lotus root slices with dried prunes, and the main dish is hot noodles.

There is even a pot of warm rice wine.

Zhao Surui took a sip of wine, took two bites of meat, and his posture when sitting on the bed became casual.

"Tu Nan, you stayed in the city, then who did Zhuangzi hand it over to?"

"The slave has replaced Peifeng and sent her back alone. I didn't let Zhuangzi know the news about you."

That's not bad.

Zhao Surui said nothing and gnawed at the mutton.

"In addition, my servant asked Peifeng to send someone to send the Xie brothers back to Yanjing. Young Master Shen originally said that he would return to Zhuangzi after taking a rest during the winter solstice, but I also asked someone to stop him."

Zhao Surui stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.

This step is correct. Zhuangzi is still nominally Zhuangzi of the Xie family, and the two losers of the Xie family are still nominal masters. They have to guard against anyone causing trouble with them.

Tunan saw that he was eating well, and looked around again. There was a copper kettle and a fine white porcelain cup in the cell. The water in the copper kettle was still hot, but the water in the fine white porcelain cup was already cold. She

He poured the water in the cup and took out a set of azure tea sets and a small copper pot from the bag. The azure tea set was placed on the empty wooden table. Water was poured into the small copper pot and placed on it.

On the brazier...

Zhao Surui ate a little full, burped, and watched her busy around.

The water in the copper pot boiled quickly. Tunan took a paper bag, opened it, put the chicken tongue incense inside into the pot, and poured water again.

"The girl was angry last night and felt a little windy in the morning. Drinking something moisturizing and warming the stomach will be good for your health."

Finally, he took out a few more apples, and Tunan's baggage was completely empty.

After eating and drinking, he wiped his hands and face, and combed his hair again. Zhao Surui felt quite comfortable as a reborn person, and looked at Tunan more pleasantly than before.

Tunan cleaned the cell again and lit the spices she brought.

Zhao Surui took a deep breath and smelled a strong agarwood aroma, which was completely different from the usual floral and fruity aroma.

Holding the small incense tray, Tunan said with a smile: "Agarwood is better used here to remove filth and ward off evil spirits. If the girl is not used to it, I will change it to your favorite orange scent when I come tomorrow."

"Just use this."

Zhao Surui waved his hand and asked Tunan to come closer.

"Take care of everything and tell Xia He and the others not to panic. If someone talks nonsense, just lock them up. You and Achi can discuss it when something happens. If there is a dispute between the two of you..."

Looking at the little girl in front of him who was listening quietly, Zhao Surui frowned.

"It depends on what you say."

Compared to Tunan, Achi was more obedient and more considerate of his role as the master. Although his mind was sometimes not clear enough, it didn't matter. In the eyes of the emperor, just being obedient was as good as any other.

He did.

But the moment Zhao Surui made his decision, he thought of the people who were still in Shen House and Zhuangzi.

It’s not Xia He and Liu Tianxing, but Qingying who embroiders day and night for her two children, Mrs. Zhang’s little bag that works hard to read every day, the men, women and children who happily go to the village every day and just wait to eat meat after practicing... that

The little girl who was waiting outside Zhuangzi to bring broth home was also called into Zhuangzi to help.

By the way, that little chick-like girl is called Sanliang.

Once he thought of these people, Zhao Surui knew that the only person he could choose was Tunan.

Tunan looks obedient, but she doesn't look like a girl at heart. In this aspect, she really looks like Shen Sanfai.

From Zhuangzi to Shen Zhai, they were all the foundations laid by Zhao Su Rui. Achi could try every means to protect it for him, but he might not be able to protect others.

Tunan, on the other hand... is still the same as Shen Sanfei.

Zhao Surui suddenly felt sick in his heart. He leaned back and hit his head on the wall.
To be continued...