Shoufu's favored wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 338, Conspiring to Break Out of Prison

But no matter how she reasoned, it was already a fact that she was locked up right now. Apart from Feng Che who just met, she couldn't think of a better way out.

Xiaoqing recalled all the blockbuster prison escape movies in her mind, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, but she didn’t know what the structure of this underground prison was, or if she dug in another direction, where would she be able to find, and if she could escape. God, after all, there are so many women imprisoned here, and it seems that the monks didn't register them carefully, and they couldn't find any less.

Watching Xiaoqing start to grope for the wall, beating with his fists while putting his ears on it to listen to the sound, Ning Buhui hastily pouted his little butt and knocked and slapped, and then lay on his head to listen.

Aunt Shen wondered:
"What are you doing? This dungeon should have been here when the temple was built. It was built with solid rock, and it was probably connected to the foundation. It is very strong."

Xiaoqing also discovered that this dungeon is not bricks, but rocks and marbles, which are very hard.

But any rock building will have a bonding place. The building that was built hundreds of years ago, I don't believe it can still be as strong as it was before.

Undaunted, Xiaoqing groped along the crevices of the stones.

This old temple is quite solidly built. Instead of stacking large stones of various shapes together and adding mud in the middle, all the marble is excavated and polished into square squares with edges and corners, and then glued with slurry in the middle. Filling, so even if Xiaoqing can touch the gaps of filling, there is no way to pry a piece off without using tools.

This road was blocked, Xiaoqing was not discouraged, and began to grope under her body.

The cell is very damp, there is no sunlight, and the moisture in the soil will penetrate the ground. The ground is covered with some straw that is too dirty to see its true color. When the garbage and straw that have accumulated all year round are removed, the body soaked in blood and excrement for a long time is exposed. The stinking floor, to my surprise, turned out to be just dirt!

"Sister, did you touch anything?"

After Ning Buhui knocked on the wall, he knocked on the ground again, smelled it... vomit...

"It stinks!"

The little girl looked at Chen Xiaoqing with tears in her eyes as she picked the disgusting black mud with her white and tender fingers, blinked her big eyes, took off a hairpin and handed it to Xiaoqing:

"My sister will use this for you!"

Xiaoqing's eyes lit up, she hurriedly took the golden hairpin, poked it on the ground...it bent...

Ning Buhui's hairpins are exquisitely carved, so naturally they won't be stupid and clumsy, bending them with every effort.

Ning Buhui was dumbfounded. Fortunately, although the hairpin is soft, it has good toughness. Xiaoqing changed the method, only holding the hairpin near the tip, and pulling it on the hard mud floor, it was able to dig up some soil.

"Silly boy, how long are you going to dig like this? And I don't know what's under the dirt. Even if it's really dirt, it's hard, do you still want to escape from here?"

Aunt Shen saw Xiaoqing's intentions and felt that the child was really whimsical.

"Auntie, I have read a book. It says that there is a man who was imprisoned in a prison on an island. Someone will bring him food once a month, and he has never had any contact with the outside world.”

"So miserable? It's so lonely in the middle of the ocean!"

"Yes, and then he was imprisoned for 20 years. During these 20 years, he dug through the iron prison to the outside, and then he ran out while the food was delivered, and picked up the dead wood on the island. Make a boat, and finally escape.”

"What, can a prison made of iron be dug?"

"Yes, although it is very slow, as long as you keep digging, low water can penetrate rocks, not to mention there are three of us, we go in a group of three, two of us will cover, and one will dig behind. A month is not enough for a year, there is always some hope, it is better than waiting here to die."

(End of this chapter)