Don't worry, I have food, money and space.

Chang Ping spat a mouthful of blood on the boss's face: "Not very good, didn't you have enough food? The beating is just like tickling."

The boss quickly asked someone to bring a towel and wiped his face. After he was sure that there was no blood on his face, he took out a red-hot iron from the brazier and said, "Since that taste is a little lighter, try this."

The moment the iron touched the skin, a thick cloud of white smoke rose up, along with the nauseating smell of cooked and charred meat.

"How about it? This is your flesh. Does it smell good?" the boss said boastfully.

Chang Ping looked at the boss with his scarlet eyes: "You really have a special taste. You actually like this taste."

The eldest brother saw the mocking look in Chang Ping's eyes, and his anger was ignited: "You really don't want to drink the toast, but drink the penalty wine. If you die, you can't blame me."

The chief guard then started to torture Chang Ping with all kinds of torture. They originally wanted Chang Ping to kowtow and admit his fault, but Chang Ping was like a stone in a toilet, smelly and hard.

After a night's rest, the guard boss began to torture Chang Ping again the next day, but Chang Ping refused to beg for mercy even when he had only one breath left.

At night, two more people were sent down from above. However, when the boss saw these two people, he already knew that they had taken medicine.

Mo Zhu was pushed in with the Imperial Master on his back. Chang Ping had originally planned to close his eyes and rest for a while, then take good care of his life and wait for Cheng Zimo to come and rescue him.

Mo Zhu carried the national teacher on his back and slowly moved forward. He inadvertently saw Chang Ping who had been tortured. At this time, Chang Ping turned his head and looked at Mo Zhu.

The two people's eyes met in the air, but only in a moment, their eyes separated, as if they didn't know each other at all.

In fact, Mo Zhu had already recognized that the man in front of him with wounds all over his body was Chang Ping, the guard beside Cheng Zimo.

Mo Zhu knew Chang Ping, but Chang Ping did not recognize Mo Zhu at first sight. The reason was very simple. Mo Zhu's appearance had changed a lot at this time.

In Chang Ping's eyes, Mo Zhu at this moment was just an old man who was about to die and was carrying another old man who was breathing in more than out.

Mo Zhu and the Imperial Master were pushed to the innermost part of the dungeon. Chang Ping quietly looked up and tried to remember their locations, because he knew that when Cheng Zimo found him, he would definitely rescue these two people.

"The higher-ups have ordered that you don't move these two people for the time being. Did you hear me?"

"I heard it, I heard it. These two people are the ones that the adults have to deal with personally. I won't forget it." The guard boss quickly expressed his opinion.

After the guard got the answer, he hurriedly left with his men. When Mo Zhu in the prison saw that everyone had left, he quickly helped the Imperial Master up and said, "Master, Master, you have to hold on. Don't let anything happen to you."

The unconscious Imperial Master didn't react at all. He really wanted to ask the Imperial Master where he put the potion.

After Mo Zhu shouted several times and failed to wake up the Imperial Master, he could only look for the potion on the Imperial Master's body himself.

"What are you doing? Who are you?" After being awakened, the national teacher grabbed his clothes tightly and said nervously.

Mo Zhu saw the Imperial Master wake up and said happily: "Master, you are awake? You are finally awake!"

The Imperial Master first looked at the man in front of him in bewilderment, then took a look at the environment he was in, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Who are you, and why am I here?"

Mo Zhu looked at the Imperial Master in surprise and asked uncertainly, "Master, you can't remember anything? You can't even recognize me?"

The national teacher was about to answer the question, but he couldn't answer it at all. He wanted to remember who he was, and even more wanted to know why he was in this place.

The Imperial Master wanted to think hard, but as soon as he tried, his head started to hurt, and then his chest began to feel stuffy. The Imperial Master covered his chest and breathed deeply, hoping that this would make him feel better.

Mo Zhu saw the state master's painful expression and his eyes turned red: "Master, I am Mo Zhu. Master, if you can't remember, forget it. I will tell you slowly, okay?"

Out of instinctive protection for himself, he looked at Mo Zhu and asked cautiously: "Then tell me who you are and what is the relationship between us."

Seeing that the national teacher was willing to calm down, Mo Zhu said, "You are my master, and you are also the national teacher of the Great Jin Kingdom. Your status is extremely noble."

The national teacher finally smiled a little: "If it is really as you said, that would be great. Then how did we get in?"

"Why else could it be? Master, you were willing to sacrifice everything for your friend and wanted to come to the prefectural government to check it out in person, but you were accidentally discovered and ended up like this."

The Imperial Master looked at his own hands, which were covered with age spots. His hands were dry and dull. Even his voice had become low and full of the feeling of vicissitudes of life.

"There is one last question. Are we really that old? I have become so old now. Is it because someone drugged me? Can I be saved if I become like this?" This is the question that the national teacher cares about most.

Mo Zhu looked at the Imperial Master's burning eyes and was somewhat afraid to meet his gaze, because he didn't know whether this aging disease could be cured.

Mo Zhu knew the temper of his own national teacher, so he said without hesitation: "Yes, we were both drugged, but you were drugged more. Don't ask me why. It's because they value you more. I was the one who got one free when you bought one."

The state teacher's face looked better now, and he was even in the mood to argue with Mo Zhu: "Mo Zhu, it's a blessing for you to be treated as a gift by others!"

Mo Zhu suddenly said, "Master, you used to be very good at arguing with people. Now that you have lost your memory, why do you find that you have become even more skilled at arguing with people?"

"Master, after we leave here, we must quickly find Miss Xia to detoxify us." Mo Zhu didn't know why he would trust Xia Yanxin so much now.

The Imperial Master looked at Mo Zhu doubtfully: "Who is this Miss Xia? You seem to trust her a lot? Or is her medical skill very good?"

Mo Zhu nodded: "Miss Xia's medical skills are indeed good. When we can leave safely, we will go find her." The national teacher nodded: "Okay, I will listen to you. I rely on you now."

Mo Zhu thought of the potion and immediately became alert and asked, "Master, where is the magical potion that Prince Mo gave you?"