Chapter 8 Rectification Movement (IV)

Dorgon has been on the second floor of the dark prison for three days. Although he was not out of sight in the dark prison, he was locked up for two meals a day and had a total of six meals, which means he had been in this dark place for three days.

Dorgon was the second guest on the second floor of the dark prison. According to regulations, the internal police here are not allowed to talk to the prisoners. Therefore, no matter how big the protest Dorgon protested, it was useless because no one would pay attention to him, and the people who delivered him food every day were different. Dorgon shuddered with cold faces. He knew that he might have been locked up in a special top secret place.

Dorgon was very smart. The Ming Dynasty would not kill him for a while. If the Ming Dynasty wanted his life, then Yan Peiwei could execute himself immediately after knowing his identity. But he did not. Instead, he locked him in such a place where there was no light. He knew that the Ming Dynasty would not kill him for the time being. The three words Dorgon were of some value.

The food in the Dark Prison is generally good, with wine and meat, because the people in it are not ordinary people, and they must live a healthy and healthy life before deciding on their life and death.

After eating and drinking, Dorgon was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by one hand.

"Get up, someone wants to see you!" Dorgon's identity is top secret. The entire First Prison, Ma Jie, the warden of the First Prison, knew his identity. Even the internal police in the dark prison were not aware of it. Therefore, when Zhu Yinglong walked to the First Prison in a low dress, the first thing was naturally to see Dorgon who was detained in the dark prison. Because the matter was of great importance, Ma Jie brought the Hai brothers to Tidorgon in person.

Dorgon recognized Ma Jie standing in front of him. He was locked up here, so Ma Jie had spoken to him. He knew that Ma Jie was the biggest here, but he didn't know what kind of official this person was. The Ming Dynasty hid too many secrets waiting for him to discover.

"Who is not seen!" Dorgon deliberately said to Qiao. In fact, he wanted to know who he wanted to see his identity first, so he could deal with it in advance.

"You have become a prisoner and are not small!" Ma Jie sneered.

"Yes, Benbeile is your prisoner now. But someone wants to see Benbeile and let him come here to meet him. Why bother with this? You have to ask Benbeile to see him. You can also ask Benbeile to see him. You can also ask Benbeile to come and invite Benbeile to come." Dorgon said tit-for-tat. He has already put life and death aside now, and I am not afraid of the king of heaven.

"Hehe, Dorgon, the person you want to see is an old friend of yours many years ago. He said, you haven't seen you for almost seven years, and he misses you very much, so he came to see you specially. If you don't go to see you, maybe you will stay here for the rest of your life!" Ma Jie was unmoved, but laughed.

"Old friend, Benbeile has no old friends in your Ming Dynasty." Dorgon passed through the humanity he knew in his mind like lightning.

"You will know this naturally after you go." Ma Jie smiled mysteriously.

Ma Jie's mysterious smile aroused Dorgon's desire to see this mysterious old friend. In his opinion, Ma Jie's identity in the Southern Ming Dynasty must be quite low, and the status of such a person is even higher. But who is this person? No matter what Dorgon thinks, he just can't think about it.

"Since that's the case, Benbeile will go and see this old friend from many years ago!" Dorgon said calmly.

When he came in, Dorgon's eyes were covered with the black cloth and was taken in. Therefore, although he had guessed that he was either in the hollowed-out mountain or underground, at this moment, Ma Jie did not ask the Hai brothers to cover Dorgon's eyes with black cloth, but asked him to follow him to visit the second floor of the dark prison at will. The second floor of the entire dark prison was beyond Dorgon's imagination, and it was completely a huge maze. From the traces of the axe-chief on the wall, it was actually dug out by hand. Such a large project can be described as a magical craft.

Without the previous guidance, anyone who first enters this place will be lost.

How much manpower and material resources does such an underground maze-style prison require? The national strength and financial resources of the Ming Dynasty are simply incomparable to the Dajin. Dorgon sighed endlessly while walking.

"General Dorgon, please!" After about half an incense stick, the four of them came to an open stone chamber. There was a ray of light inside. Ma Jie stopped and said.

"Thank you!" Dorgon learned to hold his punch.

Up to now, he had not asked Ma Jie's name. Maybe he was disdainful to ask, maybe he forgot to ask.

Dorgon was wearing shackles made of fine steel on his hands and feet. With a jingling sound, Dorgon dragged his heavy shackles into the stone chamber.

When Dorgon saw the people and things in the stone chamber clearly, he was surprised. He had a stone table, two stone benches, and two people, a pot of wine, two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, and eight plates of side dishes. He sat upright with a young rich young man. The reason why he thought so was that this man was very young, dressed in brocade clothes, and he didn't think he could be the kind that ordinary people could spread. There was a faint smile on his face, and a servant in green was standing beside him, with his expression very respectful to the rich young man.

Zhu Yinglong did not let someone take Dorgon's shackles in advance, and he would not keep his intentional display of his generosity and ordered the removal of Dorgon's shackles in public, because relatively speaking, Dorgon is still a very dangerous person. He does not want to put himself in danger because he deliberately showed his generosity in front of the enemy. Dorgon is not a gentleman, nor is he himself.

"Do!" Zhu Yinglong reached out and made a gesture, pointing at the stone bench opposite him.

Dorgon was not polite either. He dragged his shackles to the stone bench and sat down opposite Zhu Yinglong. His face was very calm and calm, but he looked at each other with Zhu Yinglong.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere?" Dorgon looked at Zhu Yinglong for a while, and finally had a vague impression in his mind.

Zhu Yinglong smiled and picked up the wine pot on the table. Xu Yingyuan wanted to go forward to hold the pot, but Zhu Yinglong stared at the side.

Zhu Yinglong slowly filled a glass of wine into the white porcelain cup in front of Dorgon, and then filled it in his own cup again, saying, "Many years ago, we met outside the pass."

Zhu Yinglong's glance at Xu Yingyuan stopped him all fell into Dorgon's eyes. That glance was a kind of majesty that only accumulated over time by those who had been in the superiors for a long time. The young man in front of him was probably not low, but he didn't hear that Nan Ming had a very high status and a young man who had been in the superiors for a long time. Moreover, the young demeanor, demeanor and the nobleness that he exuded like spring breeze were not something that ordinary people could have. Dorgon couldn't help but guess Zhu Yinglong's identity in his heart.

From the confusion in Dorgon's eyes, Zhu Yinglong knew that he had not thought about where he had seen him. No wonder Zhu Yinglong not only hid his identity at that time, but also a desperate man and a dealer selling private salt. Perhaps in Dorgon's eyes, he had already been caught by the Ming government and rectified the law on the spot, so would he still have an impression of himself?

"Forgive Dorgon for being a clumsy person, he failed to recognize your honor." Dorgon learned the etiquette of the Ming people and clasped his fists at Zhu Yinglong.

"Seven years ago, we had a big business outside the pass. How much did the general and nobles forget about it?" Zhu Yinglong smiled and continued to remind him.

"Big business?" Dorgon suddenly woke up, "Salt, Ama's ring!"

"The general remembered?" Zhu Yinglong laughed.

"But you are not..." Dorgon looked at Zhu Yinglong in horror. Although he had some impression, the person he traded with did not look very much like the young man in front of him.

"Haha, the general is talking about my appearance. I just made some disguise at that time, just to protect myself." Zhu Yinglong explained with a smile.

"So that's it." Dorgon said with a sudden realization. In fact, the doubts in his heart were even more serious. He was the most important prisoner to the Ming Dynasty. How could he, a private salt dealer, have such energy to come to see him? Judging from Yan Peiwei's strict confidentiality along the way, there are probably not many people at the top of the Ming Dynasty who knows his news. What is the identity of this young man who doesn't even know his name?

"I don't know if your jade ring is still there, Dorgon wants to redeem it." Dorgon asked.

Dorgon's jade ring was not valuable, but it was Nurhaci's beloved thing and was given to Dorgon. Therefore, this ring was of great significance to Dorgon. At that time, he was still young and could not understand the true meaning of Nurhaci's giving him this ring. Nurhaci died too early and did not have the ability to train Dorgon, the heir, to succeed, which allowed Huang Taiji to gain nothing and take advantage of it.

"Is the finger still in my hands? I don't know what the general should redeem it?" Zhu Yinglong smiled at Dorgon and said.

"This ring is only an ordinary toy in your hand. Dodorgon said that it is different. It is a relic left to me by my Ama, so no matter how much the price, Dorgon must redeem it." Dorgon said firmly.

"I want the entire Dajin, can the general give it?" Zhu Yinglong's face suddenly turned up, and a stern light shot out from his eyes, staring at Dorgon and asked.

When Dorgon heard this, his face suddenly changed, and a slight ray of cold light shot out from his eyes, looking at Zhu Yinglong's eyes.
Chapter completed!