It was dark and low, with not a trace of sunlight except for the little flickering light of the torch.
It was cold and eerie, and the icy coldness penetrated the skin of Han Du's shoulders like steel needles.
A splitting headache, limbs sore and weak.
This is a unique symptom of drunkenness.
Where exactly are you? Thinking of this, my whole body trembled.
Suddenly, I had a splitting headache and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, as if all the sequelae of a hangover broke out in an instant.
At the same time, pictures in his memory began to pour out, flashing through his mind like a dream bubble.
In the fourteenth year of Hongwu's reign, Han De, the Minister of Household Affairs, submitted a petition to abolish the treasure banknotes. Zhu Yuanzhang was furious on the spot and Long Yan ordered Han De to be imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. What awaited him would be the crime of deceiving the emperor with his whole family executed.
And Han Du is Han De's eldest son. Now his family is neatly reunited in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.
My father, Hande, is in his thirties and has a thick and slender beard. It's just that his face can no longer maintain the majesty and solemnity of the past, and his face is full of defeat and regret. When his eyes looked at his wife and children, there were faint tears in them.
The younger brother, Han Shu, was crouched on the cold, damp ground, holding his knees with his hands and motionless, like a lifeless stone sculpture. Indeed, the fear of the butcher's knife that was about to fall robbed him of all hope and vitality.
The mother and sister leaned closely together, also facing the coming fear.
The whole family was executed, and the female relatives were sent to the Jiaofang Division. This was the emperor's cold judgment on the Han family.
Although their mother and sister will not die, what they are about to face is life worse than death.
Han Du, who was having a drink with his friends in the 21st century just a moment ago, was now facing a situation where he was certain to die.
I don't want to die.
This is not because Han Du is afraid of death, but because of human instinct to survive.
"Hehe, hahaha..."
A burst of laughter filled with wine and food interrupted Han Du's thoughts.
I saw two jailers, one old and one young, walking from a distance while smiling and shaving their teeth. When he arrived at Han Du's cell door, he took out the key and opened the lock. With the sound of chains rattling, two jailers walked in.
A bad premonition came to Han Du's mind. He suddenly came to his senses and stood up, standing in front of the two jailers.
"What are you going to do?"
"What are you doing? Of course I'm here to have fun..." The young jailer sneered, his eyes showing evil intent, and he looked at his mother and sister behind Han Du. His meaning was self-evident.
"ah......"
Han Du heard his sister's exclamation, and he could tell that her beauty had turned pale without turning around.
"Presumptuous!" Han De was an upright person, otherwise he would not have written a letter to ask Zhu Yuanzhang to abolish the treasure banknotes. Such filthy words were heard there. Moreover, the target was still his wife and daughter. He was so embarrassed and angry that his face was red and his hair and beard were all tangled.
"Hahaha, presumptuous?" The young jailer was not afraid of Han De's reprimand. "In the past, when I met you, I would naturally call you Master Han respectfully, but now do you think you are still the Minister of Household Affairs? You are now You are just a commoner, but you still dare to use your old ways to reprimand me when you meet me. Are you still presumptuous? I will let you see with your own eyes later how I am so presumptuous in front of you."
"You dare!" Han Du stepped forward, opened his arms, and stopped the two jailers. It's not because he has any deep feelings for the Hande family. He just came here, so it would be nonsense to say he has any feelings for them. The relationship between them is, at best, that of a familiar stranger.
It was just the moral bottom line in his heart that made him stop in front of the jailer involuntarily.
Zheng!
The young jailer was also a bold man. When he disagreed, he instantly pulled out his sword and put the tip of the sword directly against Han Du's throat.
Cold, deep cold, revealing the aura of death.
Han Du had never experienced such an encounter before. It was just a knife, and the breath flowing out was enough to scare him. But at the same time, it also aroused the anger and hatred in his heart.
He hated the injustice of God. Why should others who traveled through time be able to become immortals and ancestors for a long time, but he came to this useless Hongwu Dynasty.
There is no Internet, no mobile phone, and no Douyin. In Handu's opinion, such a life is useless.
Han Du wouldn't mind dying if death could bring him back to modern times.
Glancing slowly at the long knife in front of him, Han Du said coldly: "Want to kill me? Come on, kill me now. If you don't kill me, you will be my grandson."
After the words fell, Han Du himself took a small step forward.
When the young jailer saw Han Du coming forward, he was suddenly startled and took half a step back in time.
Just like that, the long knife opened a small wound on Han Du's throat, and a trace of blood oozed from the wound.
Han Du felt a slight chill on his skin, and then a trace of pain came, and a feeling of fear suddenly appeared in his heart. But there was no expression on his face, and he stared at the young jailer with wide eyes.
After the young jailer couldn't help but retreat, he suddenly reacted, and a sense of humiliation gnawed at his heart. With a feeling of humiliation for his cowardice just now, he cursed at Han Du with a ferocious face: "Damn it, do you think your father is still the Minister of Household Affairs? You are still the dignified Young Master Han? Your father is just a common man now, I will chop him down Even if you die, no one will say a word."
As he said that, he raised his long sword high and was about to slash it at Han Du.
Han Du's eyes narrowed, his heart was filled with fear and nervousness, and thoughts flashed through him like lightning and thunder. "You dare, although my father is no longer the Minister of Household Affairs. But I still hold the title of Juren. As long as the emperor does not take away my title of Juren, then I will be the master of Juren. You, a mere petty official, dare to kill me. Aren't you afraid of being punished? Is it something that is criticized by thousands of scholars in the world?"
Han Du was the only one who passed the examination this year. The nineteen-year-old Juren was considered a genius. If his father had not been convicted, he would have prepared to take the Jinshi exam next year. However, thanks to a memorial from Minister Han, his great future came to an abrupt end and he became a prisoner.
However, his reputation as a civil servant is still there. Logically speaking, prisoners like Han Du who are waiting to be beheaded will naturally be deprived of their imperial examination achievements. I don’t know if Zhu Yuanzhang has forgotten this issue because he is old, or if it is for other reasons. Anyway, Han Du is still the one who holds the title of Juren.
student!
The three-word shocked young jailer had stars in his eyes.
In the Hongwu Dynasty, scholars were rare and valuable, which is beyond the imagination of later generations. What's more, Han Du was not an ordinary scholar, but had a reputation as a scholar.
Scholars are a group that often sticks together, and if anyone offends them, they must be prepared to attack as a group.
The young jailer wanted to quit. He couldn't afford to offend even an ordinary scholar, let alone any scholar. Even though he is a dignified prison guard of the Ministry of Punishment, when he meets a scholar, even if he is just a scholar, he will feel short of breath.
He's just a little jailer. Among his superiors, every one of them is a scholar. Which one doesn’t consider himself a scholar?
Besides, he originally came here just to scare people, so as to find an opportunity to take advantage. How could he really dare to kill Han Du here? Unless he doesn't want to live either.
But the current situation made the young jailer a little angry and a little embarrassed.
For a moment, the young jailer's long knife held high was suspended in the air, his eyes fiercely staring at Han Du, trying to convince him with his eyes.
When Han Du saw that the young jailer's sword did not hit him cleanly, he was instantly reassured and confronted him without flinching. The situation was deadlocked.
A wrinkled palm pressed down on the young jailer's shoulder holding a long knife from behind.
"Why are you so tense? Put it away, put it away."
The young jailer slowly lowered his arm, stepped off the donkey, clanged his sword, and sheathed it.
"Don't get me wrong, Young Master Han. He was just joking with Young Master. We are here for a routine inspection and have no other meaning. Okay, now that we have finished our inspection, we will leave." After that, he was not polite to Han Du. , turned around and pulled the young jailer out of the cell.
After locking the cell again, the two jailers looked at each other and returned along the way they came.
After getting some distance away from Han Du, the young jailer You Zizi was unwilling to say, "Damn it, if your brother hadn't stopped me, I would have chopped him just now."
"Forget it, Xiao Liu. Why do you have to vent your anger on a dying man?" The old jailer did not expose Xiao Liu's lustful appearance and continued to persuade him: "Anyway, he doesn't have a few more days to live. If you chop him, it will be inevitable. If you have to suffer the consequences, you will still be the one to suffer the consequences, and it’s not worth it.”
Xiao Liu nodded slowly, calming down his irritation. He couldn't help but look back and looked at Han Du's cell with nostalgia.
"What? You still haven't given up?" the old jailer teased Xiao Liu.
"Don't give up. Such a handsome little lady is rare even in big-name brothels, not to mention the brothels." Xiao Liu couldn't help but sigh as he recalled her slender figure.
"If we encounter someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death, our brothers will be in trouble today. Who knew that we would encounter such a lifeless thing, so we can only accept our fate and let it go." The old jailer paused as he spoke. He continued: "But if you are really concerned about it, there is nothing you can do."
Xiaoliu shook his head and chuckled, "Brother, please don't lie to me. I want to join the Jiaofang Division. Is the Jiaofang Division a place where people like us can enter?"
Although Jiaofangsi does the same business as a brothel, it is not a place like a brothel where anyone can enter as long as they have money.
The Jiaofangsi is only open to officials.
The old jailer looked around, then whispered into Xiao Liu's ear: "It's not like there's no way out."
"Really?" Xiao Liu's eyes widened and he looked at the old jailer in surprise. I really didn't expect that the old jailer's ways were so wild, that even Jiaofangsi could find a way in. You must know that except for officials, even those wealthy businessmen cannot enter the Jiaofang Division.
The old jailer did not directly say whether what he said was true or false. He looked at Xiao Liu with a smile and said meaningfully: "According to the rules, we can't get in, but rules are dead and people are alive. Those officials who manage the Jiaofang Division, Naturally, they won’t touch us with their eyelids. But the Jiaofang Division not only has officials, there are also a large number of subordinates under the officials."
Xiaoliu's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Brother, what do you mean, are those subordinates secretly luring people in? Brother, do you have such a connection?"
The old jailer nodded, "As the saying goes, you can rely on the mountains to eat and the water to eat. Since we can all rely on this prison to have a full meal, why don't they eat those women?"
The old jailer's words stopped abruptly and he did not continue. He just looked at Xiao Liu with a faint smile on his face and smiled without saying a word.
Xiao Liu understood the idea, clapped his chest and said: "Don't worry, brother, as long as I am willing to introduce you, the benefits will naturally be indispensable to me." Looking back at the cell where Han Du was, he said fiercely: "Even if I lose everything, I still want to Go take good care of those two ladies."
The old jailer became happy when he heard this, patted Xiaoliu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "What kind of relationship do we have? We talked about money and we got married. It's easy to talk about it, and I will definitely help you achieve your wish. Hahaha... ..."
