Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

Xingyun Youyingyue was shy, and there was a red-faced laughter from the wing.

"Xiao Xianggong, take off your clothes slowly, the night is long, don't worry."

Yan Shu turned around, raised his hand, and knocked on the door three times.

The voice of the wing stopped abruptly, it was quiet for a long time, and a weak voice came from the door: "Who is it?"

Facing the closed door of the wing, Yan Shu said lightly, "Excuse me, please let Li Changtian come out."

Another person's angry voice came from the wing: "What is Li Changtian, Li Diantian, there is no such person, you knocked on the wrong door, get out."

Yan Shu paused.

This is indeed not Li Changtian's voice.

Yan Shu thought for a while, then turned around and went downstairs to find the shopkeeper.

In the dilapidated woodshed, Li Changtian was lying on a haystack with his hands folded behind his head, his left leg bent, and his right leg resting on his left knee.

The firewood house was cold at night, and Li Changtian couldn't sleep because of the cold, so he simply stared at the hole in the roof.

Suddenly, there was a soft creak from the Chaimen, and one person walked to Li Changtian's side and looked down at him.

Li Changtian looked at the person who came, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Yan Shu asked lightly, "What are you doing here?"

"Look at the moon." Li Changtian smiled, "Look, it's round."

Yan Shu followed Li Changtian's gaze, looked up, and saw a hole the size of a water tank on the roof of the firewood house, and a little cool moonlight leaked in.

"You can't see like that, you have to lie down." Li Changtian said.

Yan Shu thought about it for a while, and after arranging the weeds and haystacks beside Li Changtian, he actually lay down on it.

Li Changtian was stunned at first, and then quickly made way for Yan Shu.

The two lay down arm by arm on the haystack, looking at the hole in the cold wind.

But Li Changtian didn't lie to Yan Shu, so he could really see the bright moon.

Eternal sky, vast cold and clear emptiness.

Looking at that round of flying mirrors, I can understand why, for thousands of years, there have been so many literati and capable men who wished to write poems and sing songs for it.

After a moment of silence in the firewood room, Yan Shu said softly, "If you need money, you can tell me."

Li Changtian smiled: "Thank you, but now I'm following you, eating yours, using yours, I owe a debt of love all the way, I can't pay it back, how can I ask for it any more."

"Some time ago, I mistook you for a prisoner. I'm sorry for you." Yan Shu sat up and gently patted the hay from his sleeves.

"If it wasn't for you, I would still be imprisoned in a miserable prison." Li Changtian smiled.

"Let's go." Yan Shu stood up and said lightly.

"Huh? Where to go?" Li Changtian looked at him puzzled.

"Look at it for a while, it's a bright moon with no fine dust." Yan Shu said blankly, "But after a night, it's just a sore throat from the cold and cold, and I'll go and ask you for a room."

"It's okay, I'll live in the firewood room..."

"If you are ill and unable to travel, it will affect your travel."

"Okay… okay."

Li Changtian was about to get up when Yan Shu silently passed his hand over.

Li Changtian was stunned for a while, then smiled gratefully towards Yanshu, stretched out his hand to hold Yan Shu's hand, and stood up with strength.

The two walked out of the firewood room, found the shopkeeper, and explained their purpose.

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed: "Two young masters, I'm sorry, we have no rooms today."

Li Changtian saw Yan Shu frowned slightly, and quickly said, "It's okay, I'll just sleep..."

The shopkeeper's answer: "Yes, yes, you two can live in one room!"

Li Changtian: "…"

The shopkeeper said graciously: "You two young masters, wait a moment, I'll let Xiao Er take a clean quilt on top!"