Bao Zheng wrote a document reporting to the emperor to kill Liu Jiwen, and sent an imperial guard to give it to Kou Zhun. Kou Zhun often reported important matters to the emperor, so Bao Zheng followed Kou Zhun's path and the documents submitted were much safer and faster.

After seeing Bao Zheng sending the documents out, Gongsun Ce smiled and said, "Brother Bao, you are going to the Eight Kings Mansion tonight. If someone really comes to rob the prison, wouldn't you be in the middle and stay in charge?"[]

Bao Zheng nodded and said, "We should send Liu Jiwen secretly now. Even if we come to rob the prison, they will not succeed. Tonight, the Eighth Prince will invite you, which will definitely be an unprecedented grand occasion. It is worse than Brother Gongsun, let me go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion with me."

Dong Xianxian frowned and said, "You all go, don't you care about this yamen prison?"

Bao Zheng smiled and said, "The door is open, and they come when they love it."

Lin Yan asked from the side: "Seeing Brother Bao's confident look, is there a solution?"

Bao Zheng smiled and said to an imperial guard leader beside him: "Go and prepare dozens of kilograms of incense for me. Today I will set up a huge incense array in the Kaifeng Prison. I will give them an empty city incense scheme."

After the imperial guards received the order, they took their people out to buy incense. Bao Zheng called other imperial guards and said, "You immediately pretended to be Liu Jiwen and others as imperial guards. Find ways to make them dizzy. Then tonight you will bring these important prisoners into a square array and stand at the door of Kaifeng Prefecture Hall. No matter what happens on the Tianzhu, you will stand there and don't move. As for how to make the dizzy people stand up straight, you don't need to ask me this question!"

The group of imperial guards nodded and began to execute after receiving Bao Zheng's orders. Bao Zheng finally let all the yamen runners come in. He said to the yamen runners: "There may be a situation in the jail tonight. There are no yamen runners in the jail. You all surround the outside of the jail, enter and exit strictly. Let people in, but if someone escapes, you will be punished for your dereliction of duty."

Bao Zheng did not inform the group of yamen runners of the details because he was not familiar with the inside of the Kaifeng government office. There were people with too many fish and dragons in the yamen runners, and there were inevitably people with too soft bones. After Bao Zheng left, he said to Lin Yan: "Brother Lin is very serious and I will ask you to bring a few imperial guards to set up a medicinal array in the cell tonight. If there is really a person who robs the prison, there is no need to have a head-on conflict with them, just be able to charm one or the other. However, even if someone comes to rob the prison, it will definitely be in the middle of the night. If nothing unexpected happens, we should come back from the Eighth Prince's Mansion. Brother Lin has arranged everything in advance, and the matter in the yamen will depend on you."

Lin Yan nodded. He had already been excited when he saw Bao Zheng asking for the people today. When he saw Bao Zheng let him take charge of Kaifeng Prefecture, he immediately took on the task readily.

When Bao Zheng saw that everything was arranged, he saw that it was still early, but he chatted with Gongsun Ce and others about what happened after separation. The three of them were so excited that it was noon. After everyone had dinner, Gongsun Ce and Lin Yan began to go to the prison to arrange the details of the empty city plan. Bao Zheng took Dong Xianxian, a master, to the inner courtyard of the Kaifeng Prefecture Office, to study the Death of Sacrifice. With Dong Xianxian on the side, Bao Zheng could even find out his shortcomings. After one afternoon, he had already practiced the Death of Sacrifice, and although he looked good, he was far from the point of view. In terms of power, he was completely a flowery air.

The whole movie is profound and profound. If Bao Zheng had not had the ability to have amazing memory after traveling through time, he would have been very likely to be able to sort out the entire secret book in a short time. Bao Zheng could learn something so quickly, he would be extremely satisfied.

When Bao Zheng saw that it was not too early, he said to Dong Xianxian and Sun Ling'er: "It's not too early, so it's time to ask Gongsun Ce to go to the Eight Kings Mansion together."

Wen Yanbo, who was watching Bao Zheng practice swords for an afternoon, frowned and said, "Today, everyone has been arranged by Master, why am I fine? I am accused of being very talented and knowledgeable. Master, you can't let me be idle!"

Bao Zheng looked at Wen Yanbo and couldn't help but frown. Wen Yanbo was an extremely smart child, but he was also extremely conceited and arrogant. However, in the Song Dynasty, where humble and beautiful, Wen Yanbo was extremely difficult to be accepted, so he has never had any friends of the same age. Bao Zheng said to Wen Yanbo: "Since my good disciple is really so talented, I will take you to the Eight Kings Mansion today. This time I went to the Eight Kings Mansion dinner, but it is very likely that it was an unprecedented Hongmen Banquet. You have to help me deal with it carefully."

Wen Yanbo frowned and said, "Master, don't worry. I will definitely not cause trouble for you."

When Bao Zheng saw Wen Yanbo's swearing, he immediately smiled calmly. Gongsun Ce was ready, and the group got on the carriage and headed towards the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

Because the imperial guards were all staying in Kaifeng Prefecture, Bao Zheng and his party traveled lightly, with only five people. When they reached the gate of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, they realized how humid he was. Bao Zheng was not the only one who was invited tonight to the Eighth Prince's Mansion. There were a large number of official sedans and entourages in the front door of the Eighth Prince. Bao Zheng and his party had only five people, but they seemed particularly alternative. If Bao Zheng had not taken out the famous sting, the guards and housekeepers at the door would have thought that Bao Zheng was here to mess around.

Bao Zheng stepped through the heroic gate of the Eight Kings Mansion and walked into the huge front yard. He saw that the front yard was brightly lit, as if it was day. In the yard, the pavilions and towers were dotted, and groups of scholars and officials gathered together, watching the moon and flowers, or reciting poems. Bao Zheng and others walked into the crowd, but they didn't know each other, so they had to find a secluded corner and watch the changes.

In the pavilion and pavilion of the front yard, there were many high-ranking officials wearing long-winged wings. Bao Zheng just glanced over and saw several Ding Wei's party who had been to Kaifeng Prefecture in the morning. Although Bao Zheng was quietly enjoying the rare calm at this time, he knew that the night banquet of the Eight Kings Mansion would be undercurrents. Tonight is a grand event for literati. If those literati who had a festival with Bao Zheng wanted to humiliate themselves, then with their 3-inch tongue, they would be in danger of being ruined tonight!

At this moment, a hustle and bustle came from the lobby, and one shouted: "The Eighth Prince is here!"

When the people in the hall heard that the Eighth Prince was approaching, they were dressed in a solemn manner. When the Eighth Prince stood on the steps in a white robe, all the guests in the front yard bowed and shouted in unison: "Keep to the Prince, you will be a thousand years old and a thousand years old."

The Eighth Prince Zhao Yuanyan is the eighth son of Emperor Taizong of Song. He is broad and plump. Yan Yi cannot be violated. The world respects him and is famous for being famous. Because of his high virtue and benevolence, he was once named eight thousand years old by Emperor Taizong. His prestige is worse than that of the current saints. It is precisely because the Eighth Prince is too popular with the ministers that the root of disaster has been laid.

Zhao Yuanyan smiled kindly on the steps: "All the most respected people in the court. I am lucky enough to invite you to come to the moon-watching dinner today, but this is why I will shine in my palace. Now the lanterns are rising, the bright moon is shining, and the autumn wind is intoxicating. I have a little wine in the guest hall. Tonight's dinner, I will not talk about state affairs, but only talk about literature and essays, and write poems and lyrics."

Zhao Yuanyan's words attracted everyone's cheers and resonance. At that moment, Zhao Yuanyan made a gesture of treating guests to the table. He immediately heard a bamboo suddenly appear on a tower not far away. The curtains on the tower dispersed, showing four graceful dancers. The dancers barefoot and red dresses, stepping on the drum beats of the elegant music, dancing gracefully, as if the Chang'e running to the moon, and like the fairy who came to earth from the nine heavens.

The people in the hall began to enter the lobby in the order of famous thorns. When Bao Zheng saw the famous thorns in his hand, there was an inauspicious number: 144! When the entire yard had already entered the banquet, it was Bao Zheng's turn to take the famous thorns and walk forward.
Chapter completed!