Wen Si's face full of expectations.

Even the anger and hatred that were indispensable in the past have disappeared at this time.

He is really asking for death.

The prison door was opened by Zhu Zhanji.

Wen Si's legs moved slightly and finally stopped.

Wen Si was completely lost at this time and had no idea of ​​living.

Even if it wasn't like that, even when Zhu Zhanji opened the prison door, the two Jinyiwei Tiqi who walked in quietly outside made it impossible for him to kill the other party.

Zhu Zhanji, who walked into the cell, was a little surprised that this guy did not kill anyone.

Fortunately, when he went out today, he deliberately wore a piece of soft armor under his coat, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were already holding the short gun tightly.

But Wen Si has not taken action now.

Instead, Zhu Zhanji's heart sank slightly.

The handling of Wen Si actually made Zhu Zhanji very conflicted.

Although Wen Yao didn't say anything, they both knew that Wen Si's existence could not be really ruled out.

If Wen Si really should have taken action just now, Zhu Zhanji swore that he would shoot him.

No matter what happens to the end of the article, at least I have a reason.

But now Wen Si doesn't take action, which makes Zhu Zhanji very difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, the other party gave up his seat and fell to the ground, which allowed Zhu Zhanji to have a place to fall, and asked himself to think about how he should arrange this literary thought.

The empty hand was pressed on the table, and the fingers were gently tapped on the table.

The sound kept echoing in the narrow Zhaozhu.

Two Tiqi, who had heard the sound, were carefully staring at the movements in the prison, for fear that the thief who was kept by the grandson in this Zhao Prison would rise up and hurt His Royal Highness the grandson.

Crack.

Paji.

A fat rat, the size of a broom, ran through the aisle between the cells.

He was immediately understood by a Jinyiwei cavalry lifted his feet.

It was exactly this movement.

As Zhu Zhanji stopped and tapped his finger, he fell backwards and leaned against the chair, looking at Wen Si who was slumped on the ground with a plain look.

"I have a royal village outside the city, which is a good place for retirement. When the wedding day between me and the girl, I will send you there.

Wait for a few more years, if you don’t think about escaping and being killed, you might still be able to see me bring my mistress and children to see you.

That's all, you should take your own measures.”

Zhu Zhanji gave the final decision about Wen Si's fate.

The best way to place Wensi in the imperial village is now.

Although there is no such strict guarding as the Jinyiwei, it will not relax, and Wen Si can have a decent place until she dies of old age.

After saying that, Zhu Zhanji shook his hand and put a short gun in his hand back into his sleeve.

He stood up and left outside Zhaozhu.

The two Jinyiwei Tiqi, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward and locked the cell again.

When there was no one in Zhao Prison.

Wen Si woke up only then.

"ah……"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..."

“Ahhhh…”

"I hate me!"

"Hate..."

“…”

A series of miserable and sad voices rang out in Zhao Prison.

Zhu Zhanji, who had not yet walked out of the Zhao Prison, sniffed the sound and walked a little slower.

After a smile on his face, he accelerated his pace again and arrived outside the Jinyiwei Yamen.

...

Zhu Zhanji had just walked out of the yamen.

One of the two guests who had been standing at the door was already leading a horse to Zhu Zhanji.

"Taisun, where are you going? You can send someone to follow you."

"I want to go to the imperial village outside the city, so there is no need to send anyone." Zhu Zhanji took the horse, and after saying that, he turned over to the horse.

Before anyone could react, Zhu Zhanji was already riding a horse and rushed over.

The imperial village is in the south of the city.

Zhu Zhanji rode his horse and walked south.

Soon, the winding Qinhuai River appeared in front of Zhu Zhanji.

kindness.

Maybe this horse is still young today and doesn’t know much about the road.

I was going south, but I walked southwest.

At this time, the sun is high and the sun is scorching.

Even the Qinhuai River is rarely quiet.

In the air, the smell of wine lees from last night had long since dissipated.

The girls in the yards and buildings took off their clothes washed by the little girls, hung high across the courtyard wall, exuding a faint fragrance.

Countless century-old trees on both sides of the strait support green shade.

A girl who is not very busy with business, pinching silk with her hands and leaning against the railings of the windows upstairs.

I saw Zhu Zhanji riding a tall horse and wandering on the street.

He couldn't help but laugh happily, and he stretched out of the window with his silk hand, greeting him repeatedly.

Zhu Zhanji glanced lightly, then looked directly at the road in front of him.

But I was muttering in my heart that these girls who are not taking up sleep but are still recruiting business can't make money.

The ability to look down on people is too low.

If this is the time, they would throw away the silk in their hands, and the silk would float to the street with the wind.

As a representative of the young talent in Yingtian City, Zhu Zhanji must have taken over the silk silk, strangled the horse's head, and sent the silk silk to the original one upstairs.

As for after delivery.

Of course, we need to have a good understanding of each other and have an in-depth understanding.

The courtyard beside the Qinhuai River has fallen into sight.

But before he arrived in front of the door, Zhu Zhanji heard a burst of laughter that could not stop coming from his ears.

During this period, it was still unbelievable that people could not believe it, and bursts of rapid chanting sounds came out.

This sound is a bit familiar...

Zhu Zhanji was slightly stunned, and his hand holding the reins couldn't help but tighten and pulled back.

The horse stopped.

It stopped in front of the brothel next to Riyue Hall.

I had been busy all night and welcomed the servant who was seeing him off. At this time, I leaned against the door frame without breath, and fell asleep with my eyes shaking my head and shaking my head.

After tying the horse rope, Zhu Zhanji walked gently into the neighbor next door.

The building is very quiet.

Except for a few mute, lame, and broken-armed women, who were cleaning the ground and the tabletop, there was no one else.

However, through the doors and windows, you can see in the yard behind, where the bushes are lying naked from it, snoring like pigs.

Thanks to the old irons for their outstanding contributions to the Ming Dynasty's taxes.

Zhu Zhanji just took a look and then climbed upstairs.

The laughter and chanting of scriptures that I just heard outside the street were already close to me.

Through the doors and windows, you can vaguely see the house standing full of girls in a mess.

A shiny light spot rushed through the doors and windows, making Zhu Zhanji feel a little confused.
To be continued...