The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

Holding the token of the King of Jin, it was also the first time that Gong Ziyuan entered the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Even if you have heard it thousands of times in the play, you will still be overwhelmed by the eerie feeling when you actually see it.The impenetrable blue stone wall radiates blood under the light of the torches, and the only small window on the top of the stone leaks sporadic light spots. The soldering iron seems to be able to hear the miserable howl not long ago.

"Prisoners who were beheaded in autumn are locked up below." It must be that they saw the special order of the King of Jin. Even if Mr. Yuan is a commoner, the leading jailer spoke respectfully, "Master, please follow me closely. To get to Mr. Wan's cell, you have to go through..."

Before the jailer could finish his sentence, he saw a prisoner throwing himself on the fence. He tried his best to reach out his hand to grab the person, and shouted loudly, "I'm wronged! I don't want to die! My lord! I'm wronged!"

Hearing someone yelling, in the blink of an eye, countless hands stretched out to the aisle, and the sound of grievances filled the narrow space.

"Is everyone here like this?" Gong Ziyuan asked suspiciously.

"They are all lunatics who are going to die." The jailer was full of impatience, and he couldn't help but quicken his steps. He tightened the torch in his hand and said, "Lord Wan is at the very inside."

Going forward, the screams gradually ceased to be heard, and the silence around was even scarier than "Madman's Alley". Looking over by the light of the fire, there was no one in the empty cell.

empty?Gong Ziyuan was even more puzzled: "Why are there no prisoners here?"

"Closed," the jailer turned around and handed the torch to Young Master Yuan, "A few days ago, these prisoners were sent to southern Xinjiang to build fortifications. Young Master, Master Wan's cell is in front of you, and the villain is waiting here."

As soon as Gong Ziyuan walked to the door of the cell, he heard Wan Zixiao whisper: "I really didn't expect it to be you."

"My lord asked me to come." Gongzi Yuan squatted down, level with the one who was leaning on the fence: "My lord is not convenient to visit in person now, he said that he will protect you for the rest of his life, so he will never break his promise."

"I don't need others to protect me," Wan Zixiao said decisively, "I will never trust him again."

Gong Ziyuan stood up, patted his clothes and said: "My lord asked me to convey these words, as to whether you believe it or not is a matter between the two of you."

"You lost something." Wan Zixiao stretched out his hand and picked up a jade plaque from outside the fence, brought it to his eyes, and said softly, "Xi?"

Gong Ziyuan pressed down on his front, hurriedly lowered his body and said, "Lord Lao Wan, return it to me."

"Why do you have this?" Wan Zixiao pressed her lapel with a vigilant expression, "Where did you pick it up?"

"Picked it up?" Seeing that Wan Zixiao had no intention of returning it, Young Master Yuan said unhappily: "This is the only token my mother left me, how could it be picked up."

Wan Zixiao became more suspicious: "It's really yours?"

"Why isn't it mine!" Gong Ziyuan put down the torch, held the fence with one hand, and stretched out his hand in front of Wan Zixiao: "There is nothing in the palace, so why would Mr. Wan be so rare about a small jade tablet? Now that you have seen it, please return it." I!"

Returning it back to his hand, one jade tablet turned into two pieces, and even though the joints were worn out over the years, it can still be seen that the two jade tablets came from the same jade stone.

"Who are you?" Even though it was a question, Gong Ziyuan had an answer in his heart.

"My mother's name is Guan Niang and she's from Wanhua Building." Wan Zixiao looked up at Young Master Yuan, "I have a brother who is born fairer than me and is always called Xiaobai by them..."

"You are Xiaoyu!" Young Master Yuan was startled, sitting outside the fence, and said after a long absence, "You are Xiaoyu! Wan Zixiao is Xiaoyu! Then Prince Jin, Princess Changle... Did our brothers owe them Han Han in their previous lives?" How many family members are there?"

As soon as he stepped into the palace, Gong Ziyuan saw Prince Jin wandering in the corridor, bowed and said, "Caomin has seen Lord Wan."

"Is he okay?" Han Jing's tone was anxious, lacking the calm royal temperament: "Is there no torture? Is it tide there? If it's the next time, bring more clothes."

"My lord is worried," Gong Ziyuan said perfunctorily, "With my lord's protection, how can Master Wan be bad!"

He wanted to ask again, but when he saw Gongzi Yuan flicking his sleeves and striding away, Han Jing frowned, but if he was sent to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, his attitude changed a lot when he came back.

Although there is no curfew in the capital, there are few people on the street after Zishi, and the occasional meowing and barking of cats and dogs from nearby houses can be heard very clearly.

By the moonlight, a small green sedan chair stopped outside the east door of Prince Jin's Mansion, and the bearer in a black coat tapped the copper handle three times regularly, and said through the door, "Young master is back!"

"My lord, someone is asking to see you outside the door." Knowing that my lord has been feeling irritable recently, even Gao Zhan, who has always been careless, had to restrain his loud voice.

Han Jing sat sideways on the soft couch, surrounded by thick stacks of folded letters, propped his forehead with his right hand, and pressed his temple with his thumb in circles.He didn't rest for more than ten consecutive hours, and his voice began to be hoarse: "Who would come so late? The king is tired now, and he has to face the saint tomorrow. Let him go back!"

"But the prince", Gao Zhan said cautiously: "The person who sent the message said that he knocked on the east door, and he knocked three times..."

"Three strikes at the east gate?" Han Jing lowered his hand and looked at Gao Zhan: "Didn't you report your family name?"

Gao Zhan shook his head honestly: "No, but the group of people who listened to the guard's report seems to have a lot of background!"

Han Jing stood up, rubbed his shoulders and said, "Let them in! This king should know where this powerful 'National Teacher' came from."

Gao Zhancai trotted out, and ran back in a blink of an eye, stretching his neck and asking, "My lord, do you need to call Mr. Yuan?"

"What do you want him to do?" Thinking of Gong Ziyuan's inexplicable words and attitude when he came back from the prison, Han Jing couldn't hold back his anger: "It's not up to an outsider to point fingers at our brother's affairs."

"Fourth brother, do you miss me?" Before the person entered the door, the voice broke the silence of the courtyard. Han Qi, who was wearing a dark red gauze jacket, waved his fan.

Han Jing stood in the middle of the hall with his arms folded, his exhausted look disappeared: "I didn't expect it to be the third brother himself, and I thought it was another 'National Teacher'."

Han Qi smiled nonchalantly, closed his fan and tapped his chin: "If it wasn't for Master Wan's secret signal to return at night, I'm afraid Brother Wei is still enjoying the moon with the warm wind blowing at the door!"

There was no brotherhood at all, and he didn't want to waste time at this moment. Han Jing put it bluntly: "What's the purpose of the third brother's visit?"

Han Qi's answer was refreshing: "For your own good, my good, and Master Wan's good! Is that enough?"

"What do you mean?" Even if he heard what Han Qi meant, Han Jing was unwilling to say it easily, after all, those simple words were enough to bear the eternal infamy of a traitor.

Things have come to this point, Han Qi has long thought about it, and his mouth grows on others, and sooner or later he will scold those who deserve to be scolded. If there are too many crimes, he is not afraid to add another one: "The foolish king ruined the country, and I will help you replace it."

Han Jinghui's coldness: "Conditions!"

Han Qi's eyes were burning: "You have no children under your knees. After you abdicate, how about I succeed you?"