To Jijun's surprise, the so-called ancient jade was not found in the cultivation workshop.

Seeing him returning without success, Chen Xinhui let out a long sigh, and without warning Chen Jie leaned into his ear and said quietly: "I didn't find it this time, maybe it's because Ji Shaoqing's subordinates showed mercy?"

Chen Xinhui shook his shoulders.

"Since I haven't found it, I'll confront you in the hall tomorrow." Chen Jie said softly with a smile.

Chen Xinhui's shoulders shook again.

But the next day, Chen Gong got sick, had a high fever and was unconscious.

Ji Jun was very unhappy and called the doctor to come and said, "The former's injuries have not been completely cured. Recently, they have been too greasy and fishy, ​​and the wounds are a little bad. I'm afraid it will take two days to go to court."

This cause!

Everyone in Dali Temple was so upset.

Ji Jun was also amused and cried, and drank the prison head: "Please give him whatever other prisoners eat? Who asked you to take extra care of them?"

The prison head nodded and said back: "Didn't this mean you want your family to visit? When you come, you bring big fish and meat. We who receive the tolerances must not refuse to let their children be filial. Isn't that the case?"

Ji Jun was so angry that he glared at him several times, and the officers next to him covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

After drinking, everyone left, Ji Jun glanced at the prison head: "The guards are all arranged in a row today, right? Don't let this Chen get sick. You can feel a little worried."

The prison head smiled and bowed, saying word by word: "The villain personally arranged the class. They are all old prisoners, and they are rich in experience. You can rest assured."

You are the right one.

Chen Zhuo came, and he still only brought the clean bottle, carried the food box, and asked the prison head softly: "I heard that my grandfather is sick? Is it because he eats so well?"

This disease is simply embarrassing!

The prison head couldn't help laughing when he thought of this: "Grandfather, he didn't eat good mutton outside, so he quarreled to eat it when he got it back. For the sake of the lady, the villain prepared a few more meals. Who knew that he would cause trouble."

At this time, the injury is not healed, but I eat mutton wildly?

Wash and hold your forehead.

It's really worth it.

"I want to go and see my grandfather, and I cooked some yellow rice porridge for him." Chen Zhuo said, and took the initiative to let the clean bottle uncover the lid of the food box for the prison to see.

Unexpectedly, the prison head didn't even look at it, waved his hand, and smiled and said, "Miss, please come in. Is it possible to visit the patient? Why can't it be?"

Chen Zhuohan nodded with a smile, and then he slowly walked into the prison door.

Compared to three days ago, the cell in Dali Temple somehow became cleaner and the smell was not so bad.

Chen Zhuo frowned slightly.

This is a flaw...

It was still the cell, Chen Gong took medicine and was sleeping in a drowsy state.

Chen Zhuo stood in front of the prison door and looked at him for a while.

Chen Gong looked much older when he scored a score. His hair was already grey and Chen Heng was already getting darker than Chen Heng, and his face was much thinner than Xian's blackness and deep wrinkles.

My hands were a little dirty, especially in the fingers. A few age spots began to appear on the back of my hands.

He curled up on the pretty neat dark gray bed, obviously because he felt cold because of a fever, and half of the quilt on his body fell off.

I guess this is how he lived many years ago when he had not curled up with Duke Chen, right?

With this thought, Chen Zhuo's unbearableness that had just emerged on his face disappeared without a trace.

The ungrateful wolf is also one of the nature types of human beings.

Lower your head and look at the food box.

Chen Zhuo was too lazy to even make a move, so he took out the bowl of porridge, stood in front of the prison door, and drank it all by himself.

Well, it's still warm, just right.

Chen Gong, who was sleeping, smelled the fragrance of yellow rice porridge, and his stomach rumbling, and his nose moved and woke up. He forced his eyes to open, but only saw Chen Zhuo put the porridge bowl back into the food box, and he suddenly burst into anger: "Chen Zhuo! The porridge that your grandmother cooked!"

"Grandfather, take care of him. Granddaughter takes his leave." Chen Zhuo's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he was too lazy to even bend his knees, so he turned around and left.

Chen Gong struggled to get up from the bed, staggered over and slammed the prison door tightly: "Chen Zhuo! That was made by your grandmother! I smelled it! I ate it! That was mine! Why don't you give it to me??"

Jingping looked back at Chen Gong who seemed crazy and said in disgust, and muttered in a low voice: "Can you do this just for stuttering? This is really..."

Suddenly I remembered the foodie physique of her Miss Jingzhi...

Well, he is also considered a grandparent and grandson.

The prisoner looked at Chen Zhuo who had come out within another quarter of an hour and raised his eyebrows.

I don't know if there is still a bag of golden beans today...

"My grandfather is sick and may have a bad temper. Please forgive me. I'll leave first." Chen Zhuo smiled politely, bowed his face and said goodbye.

Jingping followed the salute and turned around and left neatly.

Huh? There is nothing at all!?

The prisoner scratched his temples and felt a little confused.

Generally speaking, in this case, there is nothing to say. The family member in prison should suffer some suffering.

However, Chen Gong had already been announced by the doctor to eat less food...

I can't beat or scold me, but I really have no way to deal with the old toad.

The prisoner felt a little tooth pain.

A prisoner came over quietly and smiled with saliva: "Boss, did that little girl give me any benefits?" As he said that, he winked at him.

"Bad!" The prison head was about to curse, but suddenly he glanced at the prison, "I remember you are tomorrow's class, why are you here now?"

"Oh, Lao Ge has something to do at home. I just went to tell me to change shifts with him. I'm afraid I'll be too late!" The prison boy smiled and calmed down.

The prison head said oh, nodded, and patted the other person on the shoulder: "That's it for you. I'm leaving. My mother-in-law is having her birthday today, so I have to kowtow quickly, otherwise there will be a big trouble."

The prison nodded repeatedly: "Go away."

The prisoner habitually wanted to take the prisoner in and patrol it for a handover. Looking at the sky, he was a little confused.

The prisoner laughed: "What's the matter? Go quickly! Your father-in-law still has to accompany you to drink!"

The prison head smiled, and the keychain drew an arc and threw it into the prison's arms. The prison head walked away quickly.

The prison shaking the key, looking at his back, and sneered and hummed.

After another moment, the sun completely fell down, and Chang'an City turned into a sea of ​​lights swaying.

There was no movement in the prison of Dali Temple.

Even the prisoners who cried and complained every day in prison were ready to go to bed at this time.

The prisoner looked around and coughed gently.

Chen Xinhui walked out of the dark with a dark face, holding a food box in his hand.

The prisoner glanced at him and pointed at the prison door.

Chen Xinhui forced a smile, nodded, and walked in.

"Dad, how are you sick? My mother made yellow rice porridge for you, and it was still warm. Do you eat some?"

Chen Xinhui could not only enter the gate of the Dali Temple prison, but also enter Chen Gong's cell. He brought out a can of porridge and a plate of side dishes from the food box, and placed it in front of Chen Gong.

"Didn't I say I won't let you come?! Go home quickly!"

At this time, Chen Gong changed his face and didn't care about what to eat. He just pushed him out with a rude face.

"Okay, okay, I know you have filial porridge. I will eat this porridge later. Sister Zhuo'er's stinky girl came just now, so I said that the jar is hers. You go quickly! Go quickly!"

Chen Gong stomped his feet in an anxious voice: "Son, this Dali Temple is a dragon and tiger den, what are you here to do? Let's go!"

"Dad, this is my mother's wish. I'll watch you eat a bowl before leaving. It's better to have a job with my mother when I go back."

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