[There is an easter egg at the end of the chapter, about the setting of Jin Yiwei! 】
"Feng, Mr. Zhang is complimenting you, don't be shameless!"
Before Feng Yuan could answer, the jailer beside him started shouting.
Raising his head, Feng Yuan whispered: "I won't sell my ancestral property, so give up!"
"If you don't eat the toast, you'll be punished with a drink, and you're looking for a beating, right?"
Seeing that the jailer was about to hit someone with a stick, the young official named Zhang stretched out his hand to stop him, and then looked at Feng Yuan: "Brother Feng, why are you doing this!"
"You must know that money is something external to the body. People cannot be resurrected after death. You must think clearly!"
Feng Yuan said calmly: "I am already an unworthy descendant, how can I sell my ancestral property and survive!"
"You have to think clearly and don't be impulsive!" the clerk said earnestly, as if he was thinking about him.
Feng Yuan lowered his head and said without hesitation: "You don't need to say more!"
Seeing that he was really determined, the clerk's expression turned cold, he slapped the table and stood up.
"Hmph, you want to die, but it may not be that easy. In the prison of Yingtian Mansion... there are many ways to make your life worse than death!"
After walking out of the cell, looking at Feng Yuan who still had his head lowered, the clerk said coldly: "You are asking for trouble!"
The clerk walked away with a puff of his sleeves, but the two jailers hadn't left yet. They were packing up the untouched meals.
"Boy, you really don't have any brains. If you give me money and go out, you'll be finished!"
"Master Tong San wants to deal with you, how can you resist!"
After getting a good meal for nothing, the two jailers were in a happy mood, so they said a few more words to Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan grasped the key and quickly asked: "Didn't the Xue family harm me?"
Realizing that they had made a mistake, the two jailers stopped talking and Ma Liu packed up his things and left.
After these people left, the people in the cells on both sides came closer and complained that Feng Yuan was a fool who didn't know how to adapt.
"Keep the green hills here so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. You kid is really stubborn!"
"As long as you live, you will have a way to make a fortune. You still want to die. What a fool!"
Everyone had heard the conversation just now, and they could roughly guess what was going on. It was just that the government was trying to defraud him of his money.
For these people who have been in jail for a long time and whose future is uncertain, if they had money to get out, they would not hesitate to sell their land.
"Even if you don't agree, you should still have some food on the table. You're giving those two guys an advantage in vain..."
"It's so stupid. People like this will make their parents angry even if they are alive!"
Being repeatedly belittled by these people made Feng Yuan, who was already regretful and guilty, faint in anger.
This was great, everyone even scolded him for being useless, arranged for a while and then dispersed.
After about ten minutes, the jailer, who had eaten and drank enough, returned and poured a bucket of water on Feng Yuan to wake him up from his drowsiness.
"You slept peacefully, but you made us work hard..."
"Get up, they're ready over there, irons, nails, boards, leather whips... you'll suffer!"
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Feng Yuan was suffering in the government prison. On the other side of the prison, in the Jinyiwei prison, someone complained that the food was too unpalatable.
In today's Ming Dynasty, as the head of the direct military guards, the function of the Jinyi Guards has been very simple. They mainly serve as the emperor's eyes and are distributed throughout the country.
Each province has a thousand-household office, which is responsible for inquiring about information in a province and supervising all officials and gentry including the censor.
"Stop complaining, you and I should still think about what to do next!" Wang Qun looked sad.
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, and taking a sip of half a liang of cold tea, Zhang Qiuyou sighed: "What else can I do? The worst case scenario is that I will be demoted and go back to my hometown to study and farm the fields!"
Wang Qun shook his head: "Those things under our control can be discussed as long as they are strictly investigated. If the Thirteenth Master is determined to establish his authority, I'm afraid he will not just be dismissed from office!"
Sighing again, Zhang Qiuyou said: "It's just our bad luck. The Thirteenth Master came and talked in a low voice, so we became the best!"
"Who would have thought that this Thirteenth Master, despite his young age, would be more severe than the Crown Prince!" Wang Qun beat his chest and stamped his feet.
There was silence in the cell, the unknown frightening both of them.
"Are we just going to sit back and wait for death?"
Hearing this, Wang Qun said helplessly: "This place is called Tiantian Yingying. What else can you and I do besides wait?"
After thinking for a while, Zhang Qiuyou said in a deep voice: "How about we write a confession? Please forgive the Thirteenth Master and the Crown Prince, and let the two of us make up for the crime?"
"This... is not impossible, but I'm afraid it won't be of much use!"
After a pause, Wang Qun continued: "You have forgotten that we are the targets. If we are let go, today's meeting will be in vain!"
The two of them analyzed the situation of today's discussion all afternoon, and they already knew that the prince and Zhu Jinghong were playing tricks.
"According to what you say, we are hopeless!"
"That's not necessarily the case. Maybe someone outside has tried to rescue us. I believe you also understand... there are many people in the same trouble as us!"
After Wang Qun made this point, Zhang Qiuyou immediately understood, and hope began to rise in his heart.
"Then do you want to write this book?"
"Write, of course I have to write, I have nothing to do anyway!"
As officials, although the cells they live in are naturally higher-end, in addition to chairs and beds, they also have pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
One person was responsible for researching the ink, and the other was responsible for writing. It only took about half an hour to produce a carefully crafted love letter.
The two of them signed their names, and then called the guards outside.
The guard couldn't make the decision, so he sent the folder to his superior, then to the Hundred Households Office, and finally to Li Wenzhao of the Thousand Households Office.
Li Wenzhao has been very busy recently. As the emperor's local eye, he has to keep an eye on the Japanese suppression, he has to investigate the traitors of the White Lotus Sect, he has to investigate the bad things of the local officials, and now he has to supervise the settlement of accounts.
So much so that at night, he was still reading reports from various places and had to sift out the valuable ones.
As a member of the Jinyi Guards Qianhu stationed in Jinling, although Li Wenzhao was only a fifth-grade military attache, he was also one of the most important figures in the province. Jinling officials were frightened when they saw him.
But at this moment, facing a mere discount, he looked solemn.
"Master Qianhu, this is the love letter from the two people in the prison. What do you think should be done with it?" Qianhu asked respectfully.
Unexpectedly, Li Wenzhao asked: "What do you think we should do?"
As his confidant, Baihu thought about it and replied: "Sir, I think it is better to give it as a gift!"
"Why!"
"Sir, today's matter is the fight between the prince and the local government. We have enough things to do. If we can avoid getting involved, it's better to stay away!"
After nodding slightly, Li Wenzhao said: "Then send it over, and we don't have to worry about how to deal with it!"
Baihu's words actually reminded Li Wenzhao that this matter was not just a fight between the prince and the local government, but more importantly, a fight between the prince and Prince Rui.
Although he was majestic and majestic, he was just a domestic slave to the royal family, so it was better to stay away from such things as seizing the legitimate heir.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? Send him there quickly!"
"Sir, there is one more thing, I don't know whether I should talk about it in this humble position!"
Li Wenzhao said angrily: "If you fart, let it go. Didn't you see that I was busy?"
"Today the Thirteenth Master ran out of the palace and had a conflict with the Xue family. After the Thirteenth Master beat up the Xue family, he sent someone to take them to Yingtian Mansion!"
"The Xue family of Jinling? They deserve to be so arrogant and domineering!"
"Do you want to report this matter?" Baihu asked tentatively.
Zhu Jinghong was very restless, so the recent imperial edict to Jin Yiwei emphasized that he should be watched and reported in a timely manner if any situation occurred.
But how to grasp the degree will test Li Wenzhao's wisdom.
