Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 120 The Family Is Broken (4)

"What do you mean, I will take the money and do things for you naturally." The jailer put away the money and looked at her greedily, "Is your house just two thatched houses? There are some broken fences around the outside? There are so many spectators in your family, poor mother can't even afford a decent coffin, girl, why don't I make a trip for you again? Give your sister some money for the funeral?"

Jiu'er stood there sluggishly, the coolness of his body went down inch by inch, penetrating into his bones.

"Master Hou is here!"

A loud shout was heard in the dark cell, and a tall and slender man of various shapes came running in a hurry, followed by a bunch of servants. Seeing this, the jailer knelt down and said, "The grassmen kowtow to Lord Marquis."

"Not yet open the door." Xiao Liangchen waved his hand.

"Yes." The jailer hastily opened the cell door.

Xiao Liangchen wore a deep purple long robe, neatly brushed blue silk falling off his shoulders, a jade crown with curly hair, and a jade pendant. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't fit in this kind of dirty place.

Xiao Liangchen grabbed her arm as soon as he rushed into the cell, and said anxiously, "What's the matter? Why were you sent to the prison? If I hadn't gone to the daughter's building to look for you, I wouldn't have known that something happened to you, and you too , Why don’t someone send me a letter if something goes wrong.”

Jiu'er remained motionless and let him hold him, Xiao Liangchen became even more anxious, "What's wrong with you? Did you suffer? Did you get beaten?"

"He said my mother is dead." Jiu'er finally spoke out.

"What?" Xiao Liangchen couldn't react for a while.

"My mother is dead, Xiao Liangchen, my mother is dead!" Jiu'er yelled, grabbing Xiao Liangchen with his backhand and pointing at the jailer, "Ask him, is he lying to me? He must be lying to me, my mother How can a good person die, you quickly ask him!"

Xiao Liangchen glanced over, and the jailer fell to his knees in fright, "The grassroots dare not lie, the address this girl gave me was indeed that a man named Ji Wang died, and there was only a ten-year-old girl at his knees doing the funeral. , I only bought some paper money to burn, not even a coffin or filial cloth. Every sentence of the grassroots is true, please be careful with the truth."

(End of this chapter)