Chapter 5 — Envelope of Salvation

"Why doesn't he need to sign his name and make fingerprints?" Prisoner said: "Someone else's crime is lighter."... The coffin was leaning against the bars, sticking his head out and scolding each other with the prisoner next to him. Seeing me coming, he quickly left the person behind and happily called out to me: "A Anh, you're here." I brought in the clothes and food, and he smiled and complimented: "Oh my, there's also bones in soy sauce. If there was another bottle of Le Hoa wine, the day and month of the gods' arrival wouldn't change." "Thank you, my little A Anh." Inmate next to him: "There's also Le Hoa wine, I think it's possible to have poisoned wine." The uncle refused to be weak, leaned on his waist and scolded. After many years of working in official positions, he is no longer a country man from the village anymore. In addition to his handsome appearance, he is the dream husband of many young ladies. It's a pity that he has a mouth that's too good at talking, and he still hasn't become a family yet. The prisoner was so scolded that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned his spear on me: "A good girl like you has to clear her eyes, don't let this goddamned guy do something wrong." The uncle stomped his foot angrily: "This is my niece!" "You're the goddamn guy!" I was afraid of the noise that would lead to the jailer, so I quickly changed the subject: "Uncle, do you have any comrades outside who can go and ask for help?" Sure enough, the person calmed down and thought for a moment. The reader read out a few names, including Thoi Nghien. I shook my head. "If you had helped someone, this matter would have been stopped a long time ago." "Did someone offend you?" My uncle thought for a moment, then suddenly woke up. "Could it be about the last time I let him climb a tree? No, such a small thing is still calculated, you stingy, wasteful thing. I still consider him my soulmate." "No wonder recently he has been staring at me in prison, his eyes are so gloomy."... The visiting time ended, when I went out I I saw that stingy guy again. Minister Cui was wearing official robes, his shoulders straight and his waist straight, his head tilted to look at the visit registration book. I don't know if I saw it wrong or not. I felt his fingers caressing the red handprint on it. My heart suddenly beat harder. Wen Manh Tinh once boasted that Lord Cui loved her very much, her actions and words never broke the rules, she was a true gentleman who knew how to restrain and maintain politeness. But I know very well that underneath his serene and sincere appearance, hides a heart like a tiger and wolf. When he's happy, he can send up to a dozen envelopes a day. Under the hidden layer of gorgeous words, his words easily stir people's hearts. Sometimes he will be like a playboy, coaxing people to give him some sweets. Therefore, after the lipstick mark, there are finger prints and hand prints. He also wanted to leave footprints. I was so angry that I scolded him for being a son of a bitch and didn't pay attention to him for three days. At this moment he stared at that handprint, I suddenly felt the hairs stand on end. Even though I knew it looked nothing, I was still extremely guilty. I bowed my head and crept along the wall. Called back again. The purple robe almost swept over the edge of my skirt. A pair of black official shoes stopped before my eyes. 09 Lord Cui, who loves the people like a child, slowly walked in front of me, hands clasped behind his back. "Come to visit Tong Lam again?" I nodded slightly. He snorted unhappily: "That guy talks all day and doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut. Now he deserves to be harrassed, so let him suffer a little." I remember the eighty taels of silver that my uncle has been an official for many years, only by dressing frugally to save up. "Sir Tong is pure and clean, he has been wronged." "People see you as a confidant, thinking of Mr. Cui, he must also be a good mandarin with a heart for society." "You will pay for it." to be pure for you, right? "Currently I am wearing a fake identity, and it is inconvenient to reveal the relationship between myself and my uncle to the outside world. But I still couldn't help but explain a few sentences to you. People from the countryside came to the court without any support

No matter what, it all depends on a spirit of enthusiasm. I know clearly that it's not easy for you, your voice is even a bit choked. Cui Nghien was stunned. Looking at me in disbelief, his eyes flashed. I'm planning on saying goodbye. The man in front of me suddenly staggered and fell straight towards me. I instinctively caught it. The smell of agarwood covered the man's body. "Sir Cui, what's wrong with you?" Cui Nghien frowned, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He turned around and grabbed my wrist, reluctantly stabilizing his body. "My old illness has come back, can I bother you to take me back to the palace?" I was surprised. This is the prison door of the Penal Ministry. The area of Thoi Nghien itself. Even if he suddenly became unwell, there would be servants, errands, and servants to give him instructions. Why is it my turn to give? But as soon as I turned around, there was no one around. Even the servant guarding the door was nowhere to be seen. During the struggle, the tall Thoi Nghien weakened and staggered a bit. I had to help him onto my carriage. The space in the car was cramped, he sat facing me. My long legs curled up, and when the carriage swayed, it inevitably touched my knees. I moved to the side. But a moment later, those legs rubbed again. Cui Nghien still closed his eyes to meditate, it didn't look like he was doing it on purpose. That's it, don't compare yourself with the patient.