Song Mingyue

Chapter 82
In the early morning of November in Hangzhou, the streets are deserted and the temperature is relatively cold. Those hawkers who get up early and sell early, exhale a hazy breath.

By the West Lake, people came down one after another from the brothels and prostitutes on that street.After tossing all night, those who should go home should go home, those who should go back to the inn should go back to the inn, and continue to sleep, and they will be charged for another day.

Those who came down from the brothel included gentle-looking scholars with red eye circles, pale faces, and shivering slightly in the morning breeze; Kouquan, with a tired look on his face, but a little weak under his feet; there are also high-rollers who are running around the rivers and lakes, their faces are full of complacency, it seems that last night they visited not a brothel, but entered a bridal chamber, or did it for themselves? He scored three times last night bravely and proudly; there are also some petty officials who hurried away with their heads down, not wanting to be recognized by others; Waiting, showing his head and being picked up.

As a result, the breakfast stalls on the street became lively. Except for the big shots who were picked up by chariots and warm sedan chairs, and the small officials who hurried away, everyone else had to play with the big sword all night, after all, they needed to replenish their strength.

There are even more sensible ones, who eat breakfast for themselves and bring some steamed buns, fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, meat porridge to their wives and children, which can be regarded as loving and considerate.

"Give me ten crab roe buns and a bowl of meat porridge."

A muffled voice sounded, and a tall man in brocade clothes was seen standing in front of the stall, and everyone around the stall was shocked to avoid it.

Zhu Xi was arrogant because of his favor, "All the family members are prominent officials, and the servants are also golden and purple." There are dozens of slaves in his family who wear gold belts. The folk proverb says: "Golden belts, silver belts, Zhao family world Zhu Jiahuan .”

Among the generals and slaves of the Zhu family, those who can wear brocade clothes are confidants and minions with extremely high status, especially the one who wears a gold belt around his waist, he is even the confidant of the confidant, even an ordinary county magistrate, he has to be courteous. point.

The person in front of the stall was the one wearing the golden belt, and everyone was naturally intimidated and avoided them one after another. The peddler also hurriedly chose a clean table and chair, and served a steaming breakfast.

The man got up and left without paying the money when he finished his breakfast. Naturally, the peddler didn't dare to ask.

When the man walked to the side of the street, he saw a well-decorated carriage approaching slowly, but with a light wave of his hand, the carriage stopped abruptly and stopped beside him.

"Master, where are you going?" the coachman asked respectfully.

"Zhu Mansion in the west of the city." The man said before boarding the carriage.

As soon as he lifted the curtain of the car and poked his head in, he was grabbed by a pair of iron-like hands and moved into the carriage, and immediately fell into it.

The man was startled and was about to struggle when his face and nose were covered again, a strange fragrance poured into his nostrils along with the soft silk cloth, and he fell into a heavy sleep.

There were not many people on the street in the early morning, and the people outside the carriage, even if they were interested, only saw the carriage shake a few times, so naturally they would not be suspicious.

drive~
The coachman yelled, swung his whip and made a crackling sound, and the wheels started slowly, moving away slowly.

More and more brothel benefactors who played the big sword all night came out, the stalls selling breakfast became more lively, and the street was still peaceful and peaceful.

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In the north of the city, Hangzhou Mansion Prison.

Hundreds of armored soldiers stood awe-inspiring at the gate of the prison, guarded by swords and spears like a forest, and crossbow arrows, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.In front of them, there are still antlers, and this formation obviously cannot tolerate the slightest mistake.

The dignified prefect of Hangzhou, the official of the fifth rank, and the most important thing is the son of Cai Jing, the prime minister of the current dynasty. For Zhu Xi, this is a big deal.It should be known that Zhu Xi was appreciated by Zhao Ji through the support of Cai Jing. He was safe and sound in Jiangnan, partly because of Zhao Ji's stupidity, and partly because of Cai Jing's cover. Now the son of the old Enxiang was killed by an assassin. The captured assassin made a mistake, how can he explain to Lao En?
For an assassin to act so boldly, there must be accomplices, and maybe someone will come to rob the prison.

Except for himself, anyone approaching the gate of the prison will be killed without hesitation. This is Zhu Xi's death order.

So in the past few days, not only people were not allowed to approach, but even the sparrows who dared to approach were shot and killed several times.

The sun is setting and the setting sun is slanting.

The bright red rays of light shone on the swords and guns guarded at the gate of the prison, shining like blood.

At this moment, a group of people came on the bloody setting sun and approached the prison door.

"Prepare the crossbow!" Dutou shouted anxiously at the door.

A large crossbow aimed at the comer.

"It's the Defense Envoy!" Someone exclaimed in surprise. (Note: The defensive envoy written above is incorrect, and Zhu Xi has not yet been promoted to Jiedu envoy at this time)
He looked up and saw about a dozen people who came, all wearing brocade clothes and gold belts, guarding a warm sedan chair, and those who got off the warm sedan chair came slowly, wearing red robes, Wearing an official hat, with a big fat body, a square face and big ears, who is it if it's not Zhu Xi?
He didn't expect Zhu Xi to come to check the prison so late, he hurriedly ordered the crossbowman to put down the arrows, and strode forward to meet him.

To say that this Dutou is still extremely careful, he approached, carefully examined Zhu Xi's face, and after confirming that it was correct, he bent down and bowed down: "Dutou Leiheng, I pay my respects to the defense envoy, I don't know that you are here." , welcome if you are far away!"

"Okay, okay, there is no need to be too polite... The defense makes you feel worried about the assassin, and he is here to inspect, let's get out of the way!" A young house slave dressed in brocade clothes and gold belt shouted impatiently.

Na Lei Dutou hurriedly got up, retreated to the side nonchalantly, and waved his hand to signal the people at the door to get out of the way.

The Xiang army at the front hushed to get out of the way, and the antlers blocking the way had already been removed, and the deputy capital who was in charge of the gate key also hurriedly opened the closed cell door.

Zhu Mian snorted coldly, and surrounded by all the slaves in brocade clothes, he slowly entered the prison, followed the deputy capital who led the way, and walked all the way to the cell where Wu Song was held.

At this moment, Nadutou suddenly noticed that two people in the team led by Zhu Xi had actually carried a box into the prison, his face changed unexpectedly, and he was about to get up and follow up to ask, but he stopped abruptly step.

He is nothing more than a mere head, and it is his turn to ask about the matter of the defense envoy, even if the defense envoy brings a few naked women in, he can just turn a blind eye to it...he just needs to confirm that it is the defense envoy. up.

At the gate of the prison, two guards, Xiang Jun, were whispering.

"The kid next to Master Defense Envoy is so handsome, could it be..."

"I've never heard that Master Defense Master is as good as Long Yang, and that kid is handsome, but he doesn't look like a rabbit."

"You're a layman. I didn't see that everyone else is respectful, but this person is like a master in front of the guardian. If he is not proud of his favor, how dare he do this?"

"Woo... shut up, if the defense envoy overhears you, you can't wait until you can't afford it."

A group of rotten Qiu Ba, who see Ren Ji, have been guarding the prison for a long time, but they are also very gossip...

The room where Wu Song was detained was in the middle of the prison, and the surrounding rooms were all emptied, leaving only Wu Song's family, and there were two guards with swords at the door, which was considered cautious.

When he arrived at the No. [-] room, the young house slave in brocade looked inside, and saw Wu Song, who was wearing shackles and fetters, was lying in the straw and sleeping, and nodded slightly.

He turned around, turned his head to the pair and said: "Give me the key, you all go out later, the defense officer will interrogate the assassin alone."

The head of the capital and the two escorts were taken aback for a moment, and they looked at Zhu Mian with doubts, but when they heard Zhu Mian snorted coldly, they hurriedly handed the key in their hands to the young servant, bowed their heads and left.

One of the guards stopped for a while when he passed the big red suitcase, and then he heard the young slave in Jinyi scold angrily: "Look what, the box is full of instruments of torture, wait a moment!" Want to try?"

The captain and the two escorts were startled suddenly, and without any doubts, they hurriedly retreated in desperation.

PS: 1. The third shift has arrived, fortunately, it is not disgraceful! 2. Ask for recommendation tickets, ask for rewards, ask for collections, ask for support...

(End of this chapter)