"Brother, I am really the envoy of the Central Plains Dynasty. You go and help me bring a message to your saint, even if you make a sound... You said that if I am really the envoy, wouldn't it be a great achievement for you? Wait until I get out.

, your benefits must be indispensable." Yan Yunting grabbed the Teng Jia Bing's arm and said.

"Stop talking nonsense and let me in!" The Tengjia soldiers pushed Yan Yunting into the cell, "Bang!" and closed the big iron door. "You, just stay in there and don't think of any evil thoughts."

"Damn! Why don't you just pass on a message? Why are you so dishonest?" Yan Yunting pulled at the iron fence and shouted: "One hundred taels! One hundred taels of gold!"

The Tengjia soldiers stopped, hesitated for a moment, and shook their heads, "We have no use for gold here. We are very pragmatic here. If we ask for meat or grain, you can't give it to us."

Yan Yunting saw that the vine armored soldiers were shaken, and hurriedly pursued the victory: "If I can get out, then I will allow you fifty catties of meat... No, no, no, one hundred catties of meat, plus two hundred catties of grain and rice, how about that?"

The Teng Jia Bing said: "Boy, I think you are so poor that you can't even afford half a grain of rice. Besides, how can you see the saint just as soon as you meet her? In my twenty-seven years of life, I have only seen the saint.

It’s just a woman’s back.”

"Is it so mysterious?"

"It's not mysterious, it's sacrosanct! It would be incredible if we ordinary people could drink a sip of the saint's foot-washing water!"

"Uh...brother, you don't have to be so humble as a man."

"What do you, a foreigner, know? Just sit in your jail!" Teng Jia Bing waved his hand and left.

"Haha, look at this Han man. He still wants to meet Saint Jiuli. He probably won't survive until tomorrow at most."

"As for the saint, it can only be the second master of our Tahe village who is the most suitable!"

"Yes, one day Tahe will capture Jiuli, and then all the women in your village will be captured and used as slaves!"

"Shut up, you prisoners of Tahe Village! If you dare to insult the saint again, I will go to the fighting arena tomorrow and beat you to death!"

The prisoners in the cell, even though they were reduced to prisoners, still defended the dignity of Saint Jiuli, which shows how deep-rooted the Saint's status is in their hearts.

Yan Yunting did not participate in the quarrel. For him, the more fiercely the two families quarreled, the deeper their hatred would be, and he would be able to benefit more.

Yan Yunting just sat quietly in the cell with his eyes closed, trying to restore the vitality in his body. To his surprise, the spiritual energy at the foot of the Fairy Mountain was very abundant, even in this cell that smelled of shit, feet, and sweat.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky gradually darkened.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!" Two vine-armored soldiers carried two large buckets of food and delivered food from cell to cell.

Each person has a bowl of white rice and a spoonful of green vegetables. Although there is no meat or wine, the oil and flowers on the vegetables are enough.

You must know that in today's Central Plains, countless people are fighting for a piece of food, but in this Miao village prison, they are full of food.

Yan Yunting also got a bowl of food, but whether it was because of the influence of the "Anecdotes of the Miao Frontier" or something else, he always felt that the food given by the Miao people was poisonous...

What if they poison the food?

The other prisoners were well fed, and when one bowl was not enough, a second bowl was given.

"Master Bai, Mr. Hu specially asked me to bring this to you. You will have to work harder tomorrow to eat it."

A middle-aged man in civilian clothes carried a lunch box to the cell next to Yan Yunting. He opened the lunch box, and the aroma of wine and meat wafted out. It was particularly special in this cell filled with the smell of feet.

The commoner middle-aged man took out a roast chicken, a plate of beef, a plate of side dishes, a bowl of white rice, and a pot of soju from the lunch box.

"The wine is gone!" shouted the man in the cell.

The middle-aged man laughed: "Master Bai, drinking too much will hurt your health. You will face 'Tieniu' tomorrow. He is different from other opponents, so it's better to drink less... But don't worry, if you can win

He, I will give you an extra pot tomorrow!"

"It's not enough to add a pot, I need a jar, a big jar!"

"Okay, okay, as long as you can win against him, let alone a jar, I will bring you a jar... Then, Master Bai, please use it slowly."

The commoner middle-aged man packed up his lunch box and said, "Master Bai, please take your time, I'll leave first." Then he exited the cell.

Is there any mistake? Is this a prison sentence or a confinement period? Is there wine and meat?

Yan Yunting couldn't help but look at the man in the cell - he had disheveled hair, a curly beard, and was wearing shabby cloth. Because the light in the cell was too dark, he couldn't see his face clearly.

But he must be a special person, otherwise how could he receive special treatment in prison?

"Hey, Tang Rong, let's try a piece of your roasted chicken, even the chicken butt!"

"How about a drink? Brother!"

"It's okay to pour some soup and try it!"

People in the whole cell were holding on to the iron bars, and they couldn't stop smelling the smell of the meat, let alone tasting it.

The man named Tang Rong smiled coldly: "Everyone here may one day become my enemy. Will I feed you so that you can fight with me?"

After that, he pulled off a chicken leg, ate it and drank heavily, feeling very happy and comfortable.

Yan Yunting's eyes lit up. From the accent of this man's voice, he seemed to be from the Central Plains.

But most of the people who can get into this cell have committed serious crimes. This guy sounds like he wants to be beaten...According to what he said, anyone in the cell can become an enemy, so don't get too close.

, lest you don’t have the heart to take action when you actually go to the battlefield.

Yan Yunting slowly closed his eyes. He didn't like meat, but the aroma of the wine was so appetizing that he couldn't help but swallow.

"Hey, want a sip?" But he heard a voice ringing from his ear. He opened his eyes and saw that Tang Rong had handed the wine bottle through the gap.

Only then did Yan Yunting see Tang Rong's face clearly. He was in his early thirties. If he could fix his messy beard and hair, he might be a few years younger. Even though he looked sloppy, his big eyes were like stars.

bright.

Eyes are the windows to the soul. If a person has good-looking eyes, his heart should not be any worse.

"You don't eat because you're afraid of the poisonous insects in the food, right?" Tang Rong smiled confidently.

Yan Yunting was a little surprised. She was obviously reading his mind, but why did he read it first?

"Are you thinking: How does this guy know what I'm thinking?" Tang Rong smiled again.

Yan Yunting sighed, took the bottle and drank two sips: "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Because I had exactly the same thoughts as you when I was put in this cell." Tang Rong left half of the chicken aside, mixed half a plate of beef and handed it over, "But don't worry, I can be put in this cell."

, the living are more valuable than the dead, they won’t poison you, so just feel free to eat."
Chapter completed!