Coming up from the third floor of the dungeon, Wang Siying fell into a state of excitement and madness, although it was still the same as usual days, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that Lord Wang was not the same as usual, in the past, Lord Wang was idle, always holding a book, squatting in a sunny corner, and it was a whole day at a glance, unless a new prisoner came and needed him to register and write his name as the head of the cell, otherwise he rarely moved.

Now it's different, Wang Siying squatted under the sun for only half a quarter of an hour, the books in his hands have been turned over by him, like the annoying sound of running water, and after a quarter of an hour, he stood up and paced back and forth in front of the prison, looking at the streets and alleys in front of the Phantom Sound Square from time to time, as if the next moment would usher in a nobleman, but half an hour passed, and the streets were empty, only the dust that kept rising.

Zhang Fang sees everything in his eyes, a petty official who is not in the grade, if he has no background, he can only stay in this dark cell for the rest of his life, when a cell head who supports his family in front of him, the sky is not pitiful, and he catches up with the ancestors to return to heaven, amnesty the world, please be cold in the cell, Wang Siying can manage even less, carrying a kerosene lamp every day, counting the number of prisoners, logging in the notebook, and teaching the pen officials from Dali Temple, the day's official duties are completed.

Looking at Wang Siying, who had been excited for a day and was now depressed, Zhang Fang felt a sense of schadenfreude, and couldn't help shouting: "Lord Wang, tell me the truth?"

Wang Siying, who had reached the limit of patience, turned his head suddenly, and the kerosene lamp in his hand jumped, reflecting a hideous and terrifying bloodthirsty face, like a devil who had escaped from hell.

Zhang An's head trembled, thinking that he had seen it wrong, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, Wang Siying had already carried a kerosene lamp and disappeared at the end of the cell, without a trace.

"I just misread it, how can that kind of wretch be so terrible. Zhang Fang smiled and comforted himself in his heart.

In extreme excitement and disappointment, Wang Siying spent two days, the whole person withered, without the slightest spirit, squatting in the corner of the wall, holding his knees with both hands, his head buried deep in his knees, the sun rose from east to west, the whole person did not move, and when the afterglow of the night and the howling north wind blew through his clothes, the head of the cell in the east of Tai'an City held on to the root of the wall, slowly stood up, rubbed his sore legs, feet and arms, and after checking the cell as usual, he disappeared at the end of the street.

Aimlessly like a beggar, he walked along the Phantom Sound Workshop, he found a roadside wine shop, did not ask for any wine and food, only ordered a bowl of spirits, raised his head and drank it, Wang Siying, who never drank alcohol on weekdays and was extremely self-controlled, was choked with tears and snot, but it was also very happy, after the first bowl of wine, he asked for three more bowls, bowl after bowl, and finally got drunk unconscious, dropped a piece of trivial silver, and left slowly.

The owner of the liquor shop behind him took the ripe silver, looked at the opening and shouted, "Childe, Childe, your remaining silver." ”

Wang Siying waved his hand: "The rest is for you." ”

The owner of the wine shop shook the silver in his hand and sighed: "Today's young people, they are all wearing patched clothes, but they are full of money everywhere, and the thing of slapping a swollen face and being a fat man, is it very cool?"

Walking on the street, blown by the cold wind, Wang Siying was cold all over his body, couldn't help but shiver, lying on the ground and vomiting, seemed to vomit out his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, he relied on his last sober consciousness, looked at the front and back of the street, there was no one, he jumped up suddenly, and laughed wildly: "I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone, haha, haha, it's all bullshit, it's all bullshit, it's all bullshit, one is not literate, one is not literate, dragon gives birth to dragon, phoenix gives birth to phoenix, lowly people are always lowly, haha!!"

On the second day, the sun rose, Zhang Fang was a little surprised that Wang Siying, who never left early, was late, and the key Wang Cell's residence was in the small compartment next to the cell, which can be said to be part of the cell, and he could go out in three or two steps to sign in, but today he was three poles, and he never saw Wang Siying go out, and even the door was closed.

Zhang Fangzheng felt strange, thinking about finding a prison guard to ask about the situation of Wang Cell, and when he looked up, he saw that the main entrance of the cell was tightly blocked by three people, the first of whom had a white face and beard, and the clothes on his body were occasionally gold-edged. This is the first thing Zhang Fang thought of, yellow is the special color of the royal family, and it cannot be worn in ordinary people, and only those who are in the palace and His Majesty the emperor are qualified to be contaminated with the vast imperial grace, and there is a little yellow on the clothes.

Where have the prison guards seen such a noble person, and they hurriedly knelt down one after another: "See your lord!"

The eunuch at the head took out a snow-white handkerchief from his cuff and put it under his nose to cover the smell, and the business was sharp: "The smell here is coaxing, and it's really embarrassing for you errand boys." The miscellaneous family came with a holy decree this time, don't talk nonsense with you, Wang Siying came up to receive the decree. ”

Everyone was silent, and the palm print eunuch frowned: "Lord Wang is such a big shelf, which one is Lord Wang, please come up, Your Majesty's holy purpose is here." ”

One of the prison guards hurriedly stood up, trying to take two steps forward and tell the eunuch about the palm print.

"Don't come up, just stand there, it's stinky, and you carefully stain the body of the miscellaneous family. ”

The prison guard smiled and explained, "Lord Wang was drunk last night and hasn't woken up yet, so I'll call you." ”

The palm seal eunuch's brows furrowed even more: "Don't care about the size of the position, it's an official of our Great Wei State, drinking and making mistakes, I really don't know how this holy decree came down." ”

The prison guard smiled again, ignoring the cold words of the eunuch in charge of the seal, and walked towards Wang Siying's cubicle, at this moment, the door of the cubicle was also pushed open from the inside, and Wang Siying, who was hangover and unkempt, was walking out of it.

Wang Siying got up first, slapped the dirt on her body, and stretched out a hand, wanting to pull the prisoner: "Sorry, I didn't see it just now." ”

The prison guard jumped up from the ground with a thud: "My lord, it's all at this moment, don't care about the polite details of these scholars." Someone has come to the palace, let you go and receive the order!"

Wang Siying was suddenly stunned on the spot, the corners of her mouth began to twitch, and then spread to half of her face, and began to twitch together, the corners of her eyes jumped, her whole body was stiff, her breath was short, her ears buzzed, and the things in front of her suddenly enlarged and distorted.

"My lord, my lord, are you alright?" the prison guard waved his palm in front of Wang Siying's eyes.

Wang Siying came back to her senses, her face was expressionless, and she stepped forward: "It's okay, go and receive the holy decree." ”

The prison guard couldn't help but praise in his heart, a reader is a reader, he doesn't like things, he doesn't feel sad about himself, such a scene is about to be rich and prosperous, and he can be so calm and calm, it's rare.