Chu Huan already had plans in her heart. Since she was trapped in such a slutty layout, she could only find an opportunity to force her to leave here, return to Liujia Village, and take her family to temporarily leave Yunshan Mansion.

He even thought that when he settled in another place, he would return to Qingliu County whenever he had the chance and put the magistrate Hu and Balitang Xue Lang who had framed him to death.

When the servants in the yamen first went to Heshengquan to arrest Chu Huan, Chu Huan knew that something was wrong. He went to prison and did not take too long to figure out the link in the conspiracy. He knew that Balitang and the county government must have jointly set up this plan.

However, County Chief Zhao suddenly came to the dungeon and suddenly left a sentence, which made Chu Huan feel that things became more complicated, and he vaguely felt that the next thing might be even more complicated than he thought.

When Chu Huan first entered prison, he was embarrassed in the prison guards' room. County Magistrate Zhao appeared in time. Chu Huan had a good impression of him. At that time, the group of people named Zhang Dahuzi called him "Second Duke", so Chu Huan had already learned about the identity of County Magistrate Zhao. Although he did not know that his surname was "Zhao", he knew that this person was the county Magistrate of Qingliu County.

Chu Huan had never had any dealings with the Zhao County Chief Zhao. Logically speaking, he would not believe anyone in the yamen, but for some reason, he felt that the Zhao County Chief Zhao said this, which reminded him something.

It was precisely because of Zhao County Magistrate Zhao's words that he temporarily suppressed his plan to escape.

Since Fatty Fan and other prisoners came in, they have suffered heavy physical and mental damage. They live a life worse than death, but they still have to smile as much as possible on their faces.

Because this "Master Chu" has a bad temper, as long as he sees someone's bad face, he suspects that he is dissatisfied with him. There are too many ways to punish people.

Before dinner, a prison guard came to the cell and shouted in a deep voice: "Fatty Fan, Zhang Touer is looking for you!" When he opened the door, Fat Fan hurried out. The moment he walked out of the cell, he couldn't say anything relaxed.

The jailer took Fatty Fan to the prison guard's room, and there was only Zhang Dahuzi inside. The jailer closed the door, held the hilt of the knife, and stood by the door.

Fatty Fan came forward and said aggrievedly: "Tao Zhang, please change the place for me. I can't stay in that cell for a moment!"

Zhang Dahuzi stood up, chuckled, and asked, "Fatty Fan, are you really afraid of that kid?"

Fatty Fan said with a bitter face: "Zhang Touer, where are you from? You have a good kung fu. You ask us to teach him a good lesson, but... but we are really not his opponent..."

Zhang Dahuzi shook his head and said, "Fatty Fan, you are also the number one person. You almost killed someone for a few taels of silver. Why did you lose your murderous aura when you got here?"

Fatty Fan was extremely embarrassed and just said, "Zhang Touer, please change me to a prison cell, and I will make you a cow and horse in the future..."

Zhang Dahuzi approached and lowered his voice: "Fatty Fan, when something happens, you should retreat? Isn't it embarrassing to throw it away? Isn't it just a poor boy in the countryside? Don't forget that this cell is my territory. It's not easy to deal with him?"

Fatty Fan's eyes lit up and he said, "Zhang Touer, what do you mean?"

Zhang Dahuzi took out an extremely small paper bag from his sleeve and asked with a smile: "Fatty Fan, do you know what is inside?"

“What is it?”

"Laxatives!" Zhang Dahushou smiled and said, "If this thing is put into the food and eaten into the stomach, even if it is a man who is stubborn, it will become dying without any strength..."

After all, Fat Fan was not a good guy. He understood something and lowered his voice: "Zhang Touer, what do you mean? Put this laxative into that kid's meal?"

"When that kid takes laxatives, he will turn from a tiger into a little sheep." Zhang Dahuzi laughed and said, "Fatty Fan, then you will have some venting your grievances... At that time, you want to deal with that kid, but it depends entirely on your wishes!"

Fatty Fan blinked, showed a sneer, and said, "Zhang Touer, don't worry, as long as that kid has no strength, see how I deal with him... As long as you protect the young man, I will ask for his legs first!"

"Okay!" Zhang Dazhu gave a thumbs up: "Fatty Fan, you still have a habit." He handed over the paper bag in his hand and said: "Put it away first, and as soon as you find the opportunity, you will drug it into his food..."

Fatty Fan was stunned, but did not take it and asked, "Zhang Touer, are you asking Xiaodi to take medicine?"

"Why, don't you?"

"No, no!" Fatty Fan hurriedly said, "But... But the young man was under the boy's nose and had almost no chance... Zhang Touer, wouldn't it be more convenient to give laxatives in advance when you send someone to the cell?"

Zhang Dahuzi sneered, "Fatty Fan, it seems that you don't have the courage." He put away the paper bag and waved, "I'm kind to help you, but you don't know the mercy. It's better, go and continue to be bullied by that kid... I won't care about this in the future." He snorted coldly and said, "I heard that the magistrate has been unwell these days, and I'm afraid that the case will not be able to be tried for ten or half a month, so... hehe, if you have the ability, you can hold on for ten or half a month!"

Fatty Fan suddenly changed his color. Chu Huan had only been in prison for one day. Fatty Fan's group was already crying in his heart. If he stayed with Chu Huan for ten days and half a month, no one could stand it.

Fatty Fan thought for a while, gritted her teeth and said, "Zhang Touer, I understand little. If I can't cure him, I, Fatty Fan, will be a man!"

Zhang Dahu Man laughed and then handed the paper bag over, saying with a smile: "Fatty Fan, the secret to the matter. This pack of laxatives must be kept... You can't let that kid see the clues!" After that, he handed over the paper bag over.

Fatty Fan took the paper bag, put it in his belt, gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Tou, don't worry!"

Zhang Dahuzi smiled and waved his hand, "You go first. Fatty Fan, I'll tell you something. If something really happens, I'll take it for you... This kid is actually powerless and powerful, he just knows how to fight. It's really about to fall into your hands, and you can just play in different ways!"

Fatty Fan smiled, and the prisoner then took Fatty Fan back to the cell.

When the prison guard came back, Zhang Dahu's face became cold and he lowered his voice: "You send the prison meal tonight, personally, don't let them doubt it!"

The jailer whispered: "Don't worry, Zhang Tou, the young man knows how to do it!"

Zhang Dahuzi walked to the chair and sat down. After pondering, he finally said, "Don't sleep tonight. Open your eyes wide. As long as something happens there, you must deal with the scene immediately. You must not leave any clues... Especially the kid's body must be transferred and dealt with immediately, and no future troubles should be left."

The jailer said: "It's all arranged and there will be no mistakes."

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Yunshan Fucheng is only a few dozen miles away from Qingliu City. As a major transportation site, Qingliu City has built official roads from south to north. The official roads between Fucheng and Qingliu County are very flat, which consumed a lot of money at the beginning.

At dusk, it was about to dusk, and the cold wind of early winter was blowing on my face, which was already quite cold.

Eight horses swept across the official road like the wind, and the sound of horse hooves was clattering. Before the pedestrians on the road came to their senses, the eight riders had already swept over like the wind.

If the eyes are not good, they don’t even see the shadow. If the eyes are good, they only see the eight horses with a fierce momentum and even a big sword on their waists. The Qin Empire has a very strict control over the weapons of the people. If they can wear swords on their bodies, they will most likely be people in the government.

...

The dungeon of Qingliucheng County Government was dim. Although Chu Huan had only been in for a day, he had adapted to the smell of rotten smell in the prison room.

Fatty Fan was called out for a while. After he came back, he didn't dare to look at Chu Huan's eyes again, and even his expression changed a little. Chu Huan saw it in his eyes and did not say anything, but he already felt something was wrong in his heart.

For prisoners like Fatty Fan, living in the same room with Chu Huan is equivalent to living in the same room with a tiger, and he dare not let out for fear of annoying the tiger.

Although I have only been together for one day, Fan Fatty and others already know the power of this tiger.

The prison room was very quiet. The deadly silence made the atmosphere in the prison room very depressing. Fatty Fan sat far away from Chu Huan, leaning against the prisoner's corner. In the dark, he secretly looked at Chu Huan, and saw Chu Huan lying on the haystack, as if he was asleep.

Fatty Fan sneered in his heart and thought to himself: "Let you be mad for a while first, and look back at how I deal with you?" The more I looked at you, the more I didn't like it, and I just waited for the prison meal to come over earlier.

His hands couldn't help but slid to his waist, and he made sure that the pack of laxatives was there quietly, with a fierce smile on his lips.

The sound of footsteps sounded from the aisle of the cell. Fatty Fan was shocked. Soon, a prison guard appeared outside the prison door and looked at the wooden passageway that was dressed in food: "Get up, grandma, a bunch of miscellaneous things, I have to serve you every day..."

He opened the door and put the wooden barrel in, but took another small bamboo basket, took out a large porcelain bowl from it, and said to Chu Huan: "Chu Huan, your boss is very particular. He spent money to deal with us. My brothers and others can't treat you badly. He made you a bowl of braised pork..."

When he heard about braised pork, Fatty Fan and others' eyes were shining.

Chu Huan sat up and didn't come. He only coughed. Fatty Fan had already come forward, took the bowl of braised pork, and placed it respectfully beside him, then stepped back.

The jailer looked at Chu Huan with a strange look, but Chu Huan was also looking at him. When the jailer touched Chu Huan's gaze, he turned around and went out, turned around and locked the prison door, stood outside the door and looked at Chu Huan again, then quickly left.

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ps: I watched the football last night, got up late today, and there was still some private matters, so I was sorry.

However, I am really optimistic about Russia, which is related to the importance of the country. If there is a good league, there will always be a good national team!
Chapter completed!