Da Bong fights more people

Soon, more than a dozen watchmen appeared in the sight of Ji Yuan and the officials of Yunzhou.

"Get up and take you out to bask in the sun."

A gong took out a key and opened the chain that was wrapped around the gate of the gate.

Ji Yuan was roughly dragged up by a taciturn gong, and violently pushed and shoved out of the cell.

This was his third day in the watchman's dungeon, and the dry straw mats and tattered quilts saved his life from freezing to death in the bleak dungeon. .

But who has been pampered since he was a child, how has he ever suffered such a crime?

In just two days, his hands and feet were covered with frostbite, his face was blue, his lips lacked blood, and his hair was disheveled.

In the past two days, he regretted taking over as the envoy of the peace talks all the time.

Ji Yuan is knowledgeable and eloquent, these are genuine talents, but after all, he is a pampered son who lacks certain social experience and world experience.

Being talented does not mean being able to withstand pressure.

What happened in the past two days and the fear of the future put him on the verge of emotional breakdown.

The only hope is that he still has value. Xu Qi'an will not kill him, but will use him as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Yunzhou.

It was this hope that supported him to grit his teeth and persevere.

It's good to bask in the sun, if I stay in the prison, I will freeze to death sooner or later. Ji Yuan staggered along the dark corridor, followed by more than 20 Yunzhou officials.

After leaving the door of the dungeon, the air is cold but sober, and the sun hangs in the sky calmly, bringing a trace of warmth.

Ji Yuan stopped and held his head up, enjoying the feeling of the sun shining on his face.

The gong behind him kicked his ass, kicking him to the ground.

Ji Yuan struggled to get up, and cast an angry and aggrieved look at the Tongluo.

"Look at what, believe it or not, I gouged out your eyes."

The gong pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, and said with no expression on his serious and rigid face:

"Aren't you very arrogant? When you enter Beijing, you have to be the Secretary of the Ministry of Rites, the chief minister of the court, and the prince to come out of the city to greet you before you enter the city.

"Didn't you reprimand the princes in the Jinluan Palace, and the pressure was so overwhelming that the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty could not hold their heads up.

"Didn't you make a small plan to make the people of the capital question the prestige of Xu Ningyan?

"You continue to be arrogant."

Ji Yuan clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth forbearance.

In the future when Yunzhou conquered the capital with iron hooves, he would personally destroy the prisoner's yamen, and all the servants who had friendship with Xu Qi'an would be Ling Chi.

At this time, a middle-aged Yin Gong walked over, his gaze swept over everyone sternly.

The gongs straightened their skirts one after another, adjusted the position of the gongs on their chests, and confirmed that everything was symmetrical. After there was no problem, they respectfully said:

"Head."

The middle-aged Yin Luo nodded slightly, and looked away in satisfaction, not looking at Ji Yuan, who had disheveled hair and dirty and wrinkled prison uniform.

"Let's go, don't waste time."

Let's go, where are we going?Ji Yuan's heart trembled, and he wanted to ask, but he felt that he was doomed to not get an answer, and would be beaten up instead.

The taciturn Tong Gong escorted Ji Yuan out, and said casually:

"Boss, Ning Yan wants us to drink tonight."

The middle-aged Yin Gong was silent for a moment:

"Goulan or Jiaofangsi?"

"Call it, he said he won't go to the Jiaofang Division in the future." Tongluo replied.

The middle-aged Yin Luo felt a little relieved:

"A promise is worth a fortune, and he always talks about credibility."

Li Yuchun knew that after Fuxiang died, Xu Qi'an promised not to go to the Jiaofang Division in the future.

Zhu Guangxiao was silent for a while, and added:

"He said that all the oirans of the Jiaofang Division can be invited to Goulan."

Li Yuchun didn't want to talk anymore.

Pass through the back of the yamen, go out along the corridor, and then pass through office halls and courtyards, and finally come to the yamen gate.

At the gate of the yamen, prison cars were parked one after another.

Zhu Guangxiao looked at Ji Yuan and said calmly:

"Go to the sun."

Ji Yuan's face was stiff, and he stood on the spot in a daze.

In the early morning, a new notice was posted on the notice walls of the yamen in the capital, as well as the notice walls at the inner and outer city gates.

The notice is an important channel for the people in the capital to obtain official information on weekdays.

In the past, ordinary people would not pay special attention to the notice wall unless something major happened recently.

In the capital right now, the biggest thing is to negotiate a peace.

"What did the notice say?"

As soon as the notice was posted, the people around rushed over to discuss or ask the officials who posted the notice.

An hour before the notice is posted, officials will be responsible for "singing the list" and telling the people the content.

After all, there are still a small number of ordinary people in the market who can read and write.

And this kind of official notice of the imperial court has a very high reading threshold. Even people who are literate can't understand the content without receiving a certain education.

In the end, it will become a situation of "I know every word, but I don't know what it means when connected together".

"It must be the content of the peace negotiation. The imperial court lost the battle and Qingzhou fell. I heard that it seems to want to cede the land for peace."

"A mere bandit state is so arrogant. Since the new king came to the throne, the people's life has become worse and worse, and corrupt officials are rampant."