Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

As the night deepened, the torches in the dungeon gradually went out, leaving only a few faint rays of light coming through the tall windows.

From deep inside the cell, the squeaking sound of rats could be heard from time to time, and underfoot, cockroaches were crawling quickly on the wet ground.

Song Yan lay on the cold stone bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He even wanted to take out the insecticide from the kitchen and spray the dungeon inside and out, but when he thought about the pungent smell of the insecticide, he finally held back.

Song Yan stared at the small window above her head in a daze.

It’s so late and he hasn’t returned yet, Erya must be worried.

Meanwhile, in Zhangjia Village.

Song Wanzhou coaxed Yaya to sleep, then walked to the door, stood on tiptoe and looked out.

Today is the twenty-ninth, there is no moon, it is pitch black outside and I can't see anything clearly.

At this time, Aunt Niu came over wearing a coat and holding an oil lamp in her hand. She asked, "Er Ya, is Xiao Song not back yet?"

Song Wanzhou shook his head, his face full of worry: "Brother hasn't come back yet."

"Maybe something delayed them. It's so late, don't wait any longer. Carry Yaya over to my side, and I'll ask Aniu to go over and help look after the house." Aunt Niu said.

Song Wanzhou insisted, "Aunt, I'm not sleepy. I'll wait for my brother."

Aunt Niu saw that she couldn't persuade her, so she had to wait with her. Time passed by minute by minute, and it was almost midnight, but Song Yan still didn't appear outside the door.

Song Wanzhou carried Yaya, who was sleeping soundly, to the Niu family across the street to stay for one night.

The next day, Song Yan did not come back, but a stranger came with a message.

Aunt Niu only listened once and asked in surprise, "Xiao Song said he will stay in the county town for two more days?"

Song Wanzhou's face immediately turned unhappy, and she muttered, "Well, my brother said he would be back in two days."

Xiaoli Village.

An Qi presented a letter and said, "Master, this is an expedited letter sent by Master Lin."

Shu Changyu was still asleep and looked lazy. He raised his eyebrows and said impatiently, "He better be in a hurry."

He took the letter, opened it, and quickly read the contents of the letter. Suddenly, a look of mocking anger appeared on his face.

Shu Changyu pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist and said nonchalantly: "An Qi, do you think I should go save him?"

An Qi remained silent.

He knew in his heart that his master had already made up his mind and there was no need for him to say anything.

Shu Changyu looked a little troubled, and said helplessly, "He always makes me angry. Sometimes I really want to sew his mouth shut so that he will be obedient."

His handsome chin lifted slightly, and his dark eyes narrowed as if he was considering this possibility.

Then he said regretfully, "But if we sew his mouth shut, we won't be able to hear his voice, so forget it."

The corners of Shu Changyu's mouth curled up slightly, and a playful smile emerged. He seemed to enjoy this subtle relationship with Song Yan.

"I hope that after this time, he will behave better and stop making me angry. Otherwise..." His voice gradually became low, but every word was clear, "I will break his legs and lock him up. Then he will be obedient."

An Qi was sweating profusely. His master's seemingly joking words concealed a certain seriousness.

Being favored by the master is not necessarily a lucky thing.

Shu Changyu stood up and said, "Prepare the horses and go to the county town. Let's go see if the stupid goose is frightened."

Song Yan waited until dawn and squinted for a while until the prison boss came to open the door and called him: "Hey, wake up, someone is here to see you."

Song Yan jumped up reflexively, wiped the corners of his eyes quickly, and looked again. There were two people, one tall and one short, standing outside the cell.

"Brother Ying, and Brother Zhong, why are you here?!" Song Yan asked in surprise.

He thought it was Shu Changyu who came, but then he looked again and realized it was still early and Shu Changyu probably hadn't received the message yet.

Zhong Hui sighed and said, "I heard the news yesterday that you were captured by the soldiers. We inquired for a long time and found out that you were imprisoned in the dungeon of the county government."

"Brother Ying knows the prison boss here, and he agreed to let us in to talk to you."

"Don't worry, brother Yan. I will find a way to get you out." Brother Ying said in a shocking voice, "If it really doesn't work, we will rescue you even if we have to break into the prison."

"Shh, brother, speak softly, softly." Song Yan was frightened and reminded him hurriedly.

Even if it's just a casual remark, we shouldn't shout so loudly.

Brother Ying said nonchalantly: "It's okay, the prison boss is our best friend, he won't tell tales."

Song Yan asked with concern: "King Hui has not caused you any trouble, right?"

"Don't worry, they haven't come looking for us." Zhong Hui replied, and then took out two steamed buns from his sleeve and stuffed them into his hands, "You haven't had breakfast yet, eat something to fill your stomach."

Song Yan took the steamed bun and was deeply moved. He didn't expect that when he was in the most difficult time, Brother Ying and the others were willing to take the risk to visit him in prison.

At this time, the prison boss came over to remind Brother Ying that it was time for them to leave.

If the higher-ups find out, he will be in trouble too.

Zhong Hui said to Song Yan, "Then we'll leave first. We'll come to see you later if we have the chance."

Song Yan pretended to be relaxed and said, "Brother Zhong, you guys go quickly. I'm fine inside for the time being."

As soon as Brother Ying and the others left, Song Yan immediately lowered her head, holding the steamed bun in her hand, and her heart suddenly felt warm again.

He secretly got a bowl of water from the kitchen, rinsed his mouth, ate two steamed buns, and drank some water to moisten his throat.

Having almost stayed awake the whole night, he felt very sleepy and dozed off against the wall again.

When I was sleeping soundly, a cold voice suddenly sounded above my head.

"It looks like you're doing pretty well in there."

Song Yan woke up suddenly, looked up and saw Shu Changyu, dressed in black, appearing in the cell.

The light in the cell was dim, and the boy's face was shrouded in an elusive haziness.

After sitting for a long time, Song Yan's feet became numb, so she stood up by holding the wall.

Shu Changyu's gaze slowly moved down, finally stopping on the other person's snow-white wrist.

There, several eye-catching bruises crisscrossed each other, and the purple color looked particularly abrupt on the pale skin, as if it was a roughly smeared painting, destroying the original harmony and tranquility.

Shu Changyu smiled, but his voice was icy: "Did they hurt you?"

Song Yan explained: "When they arrested me, they tied my hands with chains."

"Hehe, I haven't even locked you up with chains yet, and you've already let them touch you." Shu Changyu said with gloomy eyes.

Song Yan thought she had misheard and looked at Shu Changyu again. His expression was still distracted, but his eyebrows were cold, revealing a gloomy aura.

"Wait, say what you just said again?!"

Who did you just say you wanted to tie up with chains?

Are you an outlaw?

No, he was an outlaw.

Shu Changyu deliberately avoided his question and turned to walk out of the cell.

Turning back and seeing Song Yan still standing there, he raised his chin and asked, "Are you going to leave or not?"