The lights came on, and the cell, which had been silent all night in the dark, suddenly filled the room.

"Bang Bang", the heavy cell door was pushed open inward, and there was a loud metal crashing sound.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked in first, his short gray-white hair was thinned back, revealing a broad forehead full of wisdom, his eyebrows were all white, but there were not many wrinkles on his face, his nose was straight, his mouth was square, and his jaw was slightly sunken, showing this man's old and strong and uncompromising personality.

He walks calmly, his shiny leather shoes "clatter" against the floor, and the leather surface is completely different from the imitation leather artificial leather popular on the market, and it can be seen at a glance that it is carefully tanned from real animal skin. Under Ming law, hunting wild animals is the same crime as using wild animal skins, which means that these shoes alone can keep him in prison for ten years.

The premise is that there are really police officers who dare to arrest them, and there are really courts who dare to try them.

The middle-aged man seemed to walk into the cell slowly, without looking left and right, with a modest smile on his face from beginning to end, and his eyes were gentle and bright, which made people feel good at first glance. People like him have been taught since childhood, and they can read badly, but etiquette must come first, because no matter how high their status and how much they learn, they are still servants in essence.

The most respected servant of the Ming family.

He walked all the way to the bed on the side of the cell, and stood still, his heels touching lightly, and then the traces of the army on his body could be seen.

"Good morning," the middle-aged man bowed slightly to the person on the bed, "I'll take you home." ”

The man on the bed, who had even shrunk his head and tail in the sheets, moved when he heard the words, and the dark blue sheets receded like a falling tide, revealing a handsome face and his half/naked upper body with undulating muscles.

It was Zhu Biao who met the officer twice in front of the security gate.

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"It's you." The officer frowned and looked at the middle-aged man, "The Terracotta Division is also capable, and it can actually contact you." ”

The middle-aged man owed again, "Your identity is too valuable, and the Soldiers and Horses Division dare not specialize themselves, so you reported to the Beizhen Fu Division, which happened to be received by Ji Qianhu." ”

Period? The officer thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Ji Gang, that kid is your person, the Soldiers and Horses Division is subordinate to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, if you have any problems, you don't go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate but look for the Beizhen Fusi, and it is also your people who have done it." ”

"Don't dare," the middle-aged man said calmly, "It's your status that is too valuable, and it frightens the children." ”

He mentioned "precious" twice, but the officer couldn't hear the exhortation in his words, snorted, lifted the sheets, and jumped off the ground naked.

He has an excellent figure, more than 190 centimeters in height, broad shoulders all the way down, but no more than two feet waist, there is no fat on his body, high muscle content, but not rigid dead meat, smooth and delicate skin, smooth and smooth texture lines, can be called the perfect combination of strength and beauty.

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes and clapped his hands crisply, and immediately outside the open cell door, a column of maids walked in, each of whom was dressed in a white and neat servant costume, with a beautiful face and a slender figure.

The maids carried all kinds of utensils in their hands, and when they came in, they were busy lightly and silently, first setting up the dressing mirror of equal height, and then opening the three-layer rosewood box, and carefully taking out the fine-toothed comb, razor, paste and other toiletries.

The officer was a little annoyed, but knew that they would not let him go, so he stood patiently, stretched his arms, and let the maids work together to trim his nails, cut his horns, and shave the roots of his beard...... Do something he's been impatient to do with his own hands all these days.

He let a group of maids hang on him like ants climbing a tree, his brows furrowed even tighter, and the tone of his question to the middle-aged man was even worse, "I carried a particle bomb as a brocade guard, didn't I receive a notice from the Terracotta Division?" Stopped me at the airport twice in a row, and this time locked me up for seven days, what are you eating? ”

This has the meaning of accountability, but the middle-aged man still owes himself unhurriedly, "Nanzhen Fu Si is far away in the seventh district to the first district of the soldiers' and horses, the delay of official documents between the districts is a common thing, the anti-thieves in the lost land have been extremely active recently, and the aviation authority has to strengthen anti-terrorism efforts, and would rather be in vain than indulge, which is the acquiescence of the cabinet bosses." ”

To explain in a more familiar sentence of Zhu Biao - Who told you to be unlucky to meet Yan/Da?

The officer was speechless for a moment, the middle-aged man lowered his head slightly and did not look at him, and continued unhurriedly: "When the text of the Nanzhen Fusi arrived, the Soldiers and Horses Division wanted to release the person immediately, but a smart person recognized your identity. This matter is not big, it is not small, and if it is not handled well, it can be regarded as a public relations crisis, so this smart person urgently reported to the Fusi of Beizhen, and Ji Qianhu sent the news to me again, and it will take some time to prepare thoroughly......"

Hehe, the officer wanted to sneer, he then understood the reason why the Soldiers and Horses Division did not interrogate him but imprisoned him for seven days, and this group of bureaucrats had already recognized his identity, and for the sake of strange goods, they actually had the audacity to detain him and show favor to the middle-aged man.

Not to mention one, sure enough, there are smart people in the officialdom of this Ming Dynasty!

The maids had finished grooming him, and brought in a set of inner and outer clothes from outside the door, knelt down to serve him, and faced the male □□ officer hanging down from his side, his face unchanged, like a clay sculpture of wood.

The middle-aged man owes a debt, and his face is also unmoving, and you can never see through the true heart under his flattering face.

The officer quickly changed into a brand-new dress, different from the previous Jinyi Wei uniform, this time the dress was dark black, the collar badge, epaulette, and ribbon were all silver, the epaulettes had no military rank, and the pattern was a dragon coiled by clouds.

The middle-aged man took the cane from the maid's hand, held it in both hands and offered it respectfully.

The cane is also inlaid with a silver dragon pattern cane, and the officer held it in his palm and pinched it, feeling that silver is always not as easy to pinch as gold into a comfortable arc, but he can't use gold or bright yellow, and there are only two people in Daming who have that qualification.

The maid shook off her cloak and put her toes behind his shoulders, and the officer pushed her away and fastened the last buckle himself.

The silver mirror of equal height was pushed in front of him, and the officer stared at the reflection in the mirror, and after a while, he suddenly asked: "Is there any news of the eldest brother?" ”

The middle-aged man did not answer, and the maids exited the cell with dexterity and dexterity like cats, leaving a tense silence in the room.

The officer waited, the more he waited, the more cold he became, the more he waited, the more unconvinced, like a fire rushing up his spine, and the sound of "Peng" ignited all his sanity.

He burst out laughing.

The maids outside looked at each other, pulled the cell door together, and then retreated outside, hiding in a place where the sound of conversation could not be heard.

"He's not dead yet, is he?" The officer roared angrily, "I'm outside for Da Ming's birth and death, and I don't want to fight with the traitor for my life, but he only has that fool who will disappear even if he sits at home!" He alone is his son, I am not his son! ”

"You sue me, am I his son!?"

The sound reverberated in the closed room with a buzzing echo, and the middle-aged man's face did not change, and he waited peacefully for a while, until the noise in his ears disappeared, and when the officer finished venting his depression, the heavy wheezing gradually slowed down, and the hideous expression returned to calm.

"Your Highness," he said again, "the press conference will be held in three minutes. ”

The officer, or the second-in-line heir of the Ming Empire, His Royal Highness the fourth-ranked prince, grinned, and saw himself in the silver mirror with a mocking smile.

Mocking oneself, or the emperor who is high up and thinks he can master a qiē and never make a mistake, believes that different people have different answers.

He turned and walked out, his shoes touching the floor with the crisp sound of footsteps, and the maids who were guarding the room should not have heard it, but miraculously pushed open the cell door in time and stood bent over the side of the road.

He continued to walk forward, passing through the hall of the Terracotta Division, and the officials everywhere he passed knelt and bowed, and as far as the eye could see, there were red and green official robes, and the black and pressed heads were buried on the ground, and they did not dare to move.

That's what it feels like to look down from the throne, he thought.

One by one, the doors opened automatically in front of him, as if magic, perhaps really magic, the magic of power.

He stood behind the last door, paused slightly, but the middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere, "bang", and pushed the door open without hesitation.

The flash flooded him.