King Xiang of the Red Chamber

Chapter 19

[There is an easter egg at the end of the chapter, about the settings of Jinyiwei! 】

"The surname Feng, Mr. Zhang is flattering you, don't be shameless!"

Before Feng Yuan could answer, the guards on the side were already shouting.

Raising his head, Feng Yuan said in a low voice: "I won't sell my ancestral property, you should give up on it!"

"If you don't eat a toast, you'll be fined, you're looking for a beating!"

Seeing that the jailer was about to hit someone with a stick, the little official surnamed Zhang stretched out his hand to stop him, and then looked at Feng Yuan: "Brother Feng, why are you doing this!"

"It is important to know that money is something outside of the body. People cannot be resurrected after death. You should think about it clearly!"

Feng Yuan said calmly, "I am already an unworthy descendant, how can I sell my ancestral property to live!"

"Think clearly, don't be impulsive!" The little official said earnestly, looking like he was thinking of him.

Feng Yuan lowered his head and said without hesitation: "You don't need to say any more!"

Seeing that he was really determined, the little official's expression turned cold, and he slapped the table and stood up.

"Hmph, you want to die, but it may not be so easy. In the prison of Yingtian Mansion... there are ways to make your life worse than death!"

Walking out of the cell, looking at Feng Yuan who was still bowing his head, the little official said coldly: "You are asking for trouble!"

The little official walked away with a flick of his sleeves, but the two jailers hadn't left yet. They were packing up the untouched food.

"Boy, you really don't have a brain, if you give the money and go out, it's over!"

"Master Tong San wants to punish you, how can you resist!"

Having a good meal for nothing, the two guards were in a happy mood, so they said a few more words to Feng Yuan.

Grasping the key point, Feng Yuan quickly asked, "Didn't the Xue family harm me?"

Realizing that they had made a slip of the tongue, the two guards stopped talking, and Ma Liu packed up his things and left.

After these people left, the people in the cells on both sides approached, complaining about Feng Yuan's foolishness.

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. You're such a dead-brained kid!"

"As long as you are alive, you will have a way to start a family. You still want to die, you are an idiot!"

Everyone heard the conversation just now, and they can roughly guess what happened. It's nothing more than the government's defrauding him of money.

For these people who have been in prison for a long time and their future is uncertain, if they can go out with money, they will not hesitate to sell their fields and land.

"Even if you don't agree, there should always be something to eat on the table, it's a waste of money for those two guys..."

"It's so stupid, such a person is alive, and I don't know how to make my parents angry!"

Being repeatedly belittled by these people made Feng Yuan, who was already remorseful and guilty, fainted in a moment of anger.

This time it was all right, and everyone scolded him for being useless, and after a while of arrangement, they dispersed.

Only about ten minutes later, the jailer returned after eating and drinking, and a bucket of water woke Feng Yuan from his lethargy.

"You slept soundly, but you made us work hard..."

"Get up, it's ready over there, the soldering iron nails the board and the leather whip...you'll take it!"

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Feng Yuan was suffering in the government office prison, but in the Jinyiwei prison on the other side, someone complained about the unpalatable food.

In today's Ming Dynasty, as the head of the immediate military guards, Jin Yiwei has a very single function, mainly serving as the eyes of the emperor and distributed across the country.

Each province has set up a Thousand Household Office, which is responsible for inquiring about news in a province and supervising all officials and gentry including the censors.

"Stop complaining, you and I should think about what to do next!" Wang Qun looked sad.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, and took a sip and a half of cold tea, Zhang Qiuyou sighed: "What else can I do? At worst, I will be demoted and go back to my hometown to study and farm!"

Wang Qun shook his head: "As long as the two of us deal with those matters, they can be punished as long as they are strictly investigated. If the Thirteenth Lord is determined to stand up, 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 he became the first bird!"

"Who would have thought that this thirteenth master is even younger than the prince, but he is stricter than the prince!" Wang Qun beat his chest and stamped his feet.

There was silence in the cell, and the unknown terrified the two of them.

"Are we just sitting there waiting to die?"

Hearing this, Wang Qun said helplessly: "This place is called Tian Tian Ying, what else can you and I do but wait?"

After thinking for a while, Zhang Qiuyou said in a deep voice: "How about we write a confession letter? I beg the thirteenth master and the crown prince to forgive me, so that we can pay the crime?"

"This... is not impossible, but I'm afraid it won't be of much use!"

After a pause, Wang Qun went on to say: "You forgot, we are the target set up, if we are released, today's meeting will be in vain!"

The two of them analyzed the situation today, and after analyzing it all afternoon, they already knew by heart, knowing that the prince and Zhu Jinghong were playing red-faced.

"According to what you say, we are hopeless!"

"Not necessarily, maybe someone outside has tried to rescue us, I think you understand... there are many people who have the same trouble as us!"

After receiving such a point from Wang Qun, Zhang Qiuyou immediately understood, and hope filled his heart again.

"Then, are you still writing this notebook?"

"Write, of course I have to write, anyway, it's okay to be idle!"

As officials, although they live in higher-level cells, besides seats and beds, they also have pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

One person was in charge of researching ink, and the other was in charge of writing. It only took about half an hour, and a carefully crafted love letter was freshly released.

The two signed their names, and then called the guards who were guarding outside.

The guards couldn't make the decision, so they sent the folder to the superior, then to the hundred households, and finally to Li Wenzhao from the thousand households.

Li Wenzhao has been very busy recently. As the emperor's local eye, he has to keep an eye on the suppression of the Japanese, he has to investigate the traitors of the White Lotus Sect, he has to investigate the bad things of the magistrates, and now he has to supervise the settlement of accounts.

So much so that at night, he was still reading the reports from various places, and had to screen out the valuable ones.

Although Li Wenzhao is only a fifth-rank military officer, Li Wenzhao is one of the few important figures in the province as a Jinyiwei Qianhu stationed in Jinling.

But at this moment, facing a mere book, he has a serious expression on his face.

"Lord Qianhu, this is the letter of love from the two in the prison, what do you think of it!" Baihu asked respectfully.

Unexpectedly, Li Wenzhao asked, "What do you think should be done?"

As his confidant, Baihu replied after thinking: "My lord, I think it's better to give it away!"

"Why!"

"My lord, what's going on today is the fight between the crown prince and the local government. We already have enough business. If we don't get involved, we'd better stay away!"

After slightly nodding, Li Wenzhao said: "Then send it over, and don't 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 is majestic with a thousand households of Jinyiwei, he is only a domestic slave to the royal family, so it is better to stay away from such things as taking the heirloom.

"Why don't you leave? Send it over quickly!"

"My lord, there is one more thing, I don't know if I should say it or not!"

Li Wenzhao said angrily: "Fart if you have to, didn't you see I'm busy?"

"The Thirteenth Master ran out of the palace today and had a conflict with the Xue family uncle. After the Thirteenth Master beat up the Xue family, he sent someone to send them to Yingtian Mansion!"

"The Xue family in Jinling? They are arrogant and domineering, and they deserve it!"

"Do you want to report this matter?" Baihu asked tentatively.

Zhu Jinghong was very restless, so in the recent imperial decree to Jin Yiwei, it was emphasized that he should be watched and reported to him in time.

But how to grasp the speed will test Li Wenzhao's wisdom.

(End of this chapter)