Yongchang County, Yicheng.
On this day, in the circular prison that was locked layer by layer, everyone performed their duties and stood upright one by one.
Because it was the first time Meng Jiaoyang, the newly appointed prefect, came to Tianlao since he came to the throne, and he was also the only one among the three generations of prefects in Yongchang County.
The tall and luxurious eunuch's royal sedan was carried by eighteen people. It was as smooth as flat ground. Up and down, inside and outside, everyone watched solemnly and quietly, passing through layers of heavily guarded checkpoints and entering. In front of the innermost cells.
The royal sedan stopped, except for a middle-aged man with messy hair and dirty servant clothes standing by the door of the sedan, including the bearers, palace attendants, guards, and even those originally guarding the inner layer of the prison. The guards all retreated.
The autumn wind comes and goes, picking up a few fallen leaves and falling into this patio, adding a bit of coolness to this unusually quiet place.
The curtain of the royal sedan opened, and Meng Jiaoyang's fat body walked out alone. He glanced at the middle-aged man beside the door, and then walked step by step to stand outside several prisons. Here, a man who was also standing alone was standing there. The middle-aged man was holding a ceramic flask and pouring wine into his mouth. It was Yi Bai.
"I heard that you have been here for several days." Meng Jiaoyang did not look at the people in the prison, but faced Yi Bai. "Is there anything you can teach me?"
Yi Bai chuckled, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve casually, looked at Meng Jiaoyang sideways and said, "The prefect has a good hand, why do you need people like us to teach you?" He tilted his head slightly and looked towards The one following Meng Jiaoyang looks like
The slovenly middle-aged man smiled again, "You are indeed not dead, Meng Yilan."
The slovenly middle-aged man named Meng Yilan did not look at Yi Bai, but looked expressionlessly at the cage in front of him. Even though he was wearing prison uniform, he still had a bookish air about him standing there. Meng Sanshu said not a word.
Meng Jiaoyang just stared at Yi Bai, and asked with an unprecedented solemnity, word by word, "Yi Bai, please tell your conscience, Yongchang County has reached this point, is it really me?" Isn’t Meng Jiaoyang not attentive enough or working hard enough?”
Yi Bai's hand that picked up the wine pot stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.
Meng Jiaoyang didn't want to hear that answer from his mouth. He flicked his sleeves and robe, strode to three feet in front of the cage, and sat directly on the ground, not caring about his luxurious robe and the oil stains on the ground. Residue pollution, "Sanshu, sit down and let's talk."
In the cage, the bookish Meng Sanshu also sat on the floor, looking across the cage at the expressionless Meng Jiaoyang, "Is there a problem in southern Xinjiang? Zhaoshui City or Heyu City?"
Meng Jiaoyang was shocked, and looked up at Meng Sanshu. The meaning in his eyes was extremely complicated. After a moment of silence, he slowly uttered a few words, "Heyu City was lost, the formation was destroyed, and the life and death of the general Wang Hui is unknown. ....."
Even considering Meng Sanshu's determination of the city, he couldn't help but be stunned by this sentence. He stood up suddenly, grabbed the railing of the cage and asked, "How about Zhaoshui City?!"
"There is no problem in Zhaoshui City yet, but..." Meng Jiaoyang sighed deeply and lowered her head heavily.
He continued, "Xingcheng...Xingcheng..."
Meng Sanshu's eyes widened, and he lowered his arms feebly. He sat back down, his back bent like an old man. He smiled feebly and murmured, "Yongchang, Yongchang..."
Beside the cell where Meng Sanshu was imprisoned, in another cage, a middle-aged prisoner with stern eyebrows and broad lips stood up and came to the cell fence. He stared silently at him. It was the former general of Zhaoshui City, Meng Zian.
In the cell further away, a fair-skinned but burly man showed no intention of getting up from the bed. He faced Meng Jiaoyang's words with his back to the outside of the cell. He snorted mockingly, but then shook his head The general of the mountain army, Meng Caoer.
Meng Jiaoyang was also speechless. The entire celestial prison, and the six people inside and outside the cage, stayed silent for a long time. Finally, he spoke again, but there was too much hesitation in his words, "Three books, you are always
Someone with an idea..."
Meng Sanshu exhaled a long breath, then looked up at the sloppy man outside the cage who was always watching him, "Brother, can you get a pen and paper?"
The slovenly man's eyes left Meng Sanshu's face for the first time and landed on the back of Meng Jiaoyang's head.
Yi Baisha, who was drinking alone on the other side, laughed and said, "I'd better go, do you think he can trust me?" As he said that, he threw the wine bottle aside, and it broke into pieces. Disappear.
After a while, Yi Bai reappeared. With a wave of his hand, he threw a pen and a notebook with unknown contents in front of Meng Sanshu.
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Meng Sanshu turned over the paper on which the things were recorded, opened a blank page, and drew a simple map of Yongchang County and surrounding forces. He highlighted the locations of Yicheng, Xingcheng, Zhaoshui City and Heyu City. Then he quickly marked the names in various places, such as Yun Bailou, Luo Chuan, Yan Siyu, and even Chen Shaoxiong, etc. He bit his pen gently, stared at the picture and pondered, and then asked Meng Jiaoyang more. Regarding the details, while drawing lines between people's names, the lines became more and more colorful, until they almost covered the map under them. Then he stopped, smiled bitterly, threw away the pen, "Two cities of Yongchang, don't put it first." The place of death cannot be independent of the current world. With the wisdom of the prefect, he should have figured it out. Therefore, what the prefect came here to ask for today is not how to preserve Yongchang, but how to preserve the Meng family in Yongchang. Can we deal with it? ?」
Meng Jiaoyang frowned slightly, neither saying it was right nor wrong.
Meng Sanshu smiled, turned around and sat down with his back to the cage, no longer looking at anyone outside the cage, "Meng Sanshu's life was promised to Yongchang, not to the Meng family, so Lord Taishu, please come back. , there is not a single word in Meng Sanshu.”
Meng Jiaoyang was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Yongchang is the Yongchang of the Meng family. Without the Meng family, how could Yongchang be? Besides..." He looked up at Meng Sanshu's back, "Sanshu, Yongchang Mengshi has great faith in you and treats you well. Now that Mengshi is in trouble, will you... just refuse to save her?"
Meng Sanshu frowned and lowered his head, saying nothing.
Meng Jiaoyang's eyes were red and her voice was choked with sobs, "Sanshu, Wan'er and Fan'er's family members are already in high spirits.
Cheng, Wan'er has been close to you since she was a child and regards you as a teacher and a father. She is now... in Xingcheng..."
Meng Sanshu closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and held his hands tightly on his knees, his knuckles turning white, but he did not say a word again.
Meng Jiaoyang raised her head.
The slovenly man standing behind Meng Jiaoyang finally spoke for the first time, "Third brother... let's talk to the prefect..."
Meng Sanshu's body suddenly stiffened.
"Alas," Meng Zian, who was in the cage on the other side, couldn't help but sigh, "Didn't he just say that he wanted to preserve the Meng family in Yongchang..."
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