Since Yang Muyun was sent to Jinyiwei's edict prison, he was imprisoned in a separate cell, and his life was much quieter and quieter, and he no longer had to worry about being pulled out for interrogation. Although it was as dark as the factory prison, and the prison food was still as difficult to swallow as before, the mood was much lighter than before.

He had also heard about some of the Dongchang situation, where the bodies of Yin Tiansui and his men had been dragged out of the burned rubble, and they had all been burned to the point that they were unrecognizable. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, the purpose of the master asking people to do this was to cleanse themselves and not leave future troubles. It was a little surprising that Master's subordinates had mastered such a large and well-organized organization, but what was Master's purpose in establishing this organization?

He remembered the conversation between the master and the gray-clothed monk that day, and he said that the gray-clothed monk had been the Ninety-Five, which obviously meant that the gray-clothed monk had been the emperor. The gray-clothed monk should have been seventy years old, and he fled Jinling with his master more than forty years ago, and becoming the emperor should have been more than forty years ago, and Jinling more than forty years ago was the imperial capital of the Ming Dynasty at that time.

The master kept accusing Emperor Taizong of being a Yan rebel, which was standing on the opposite side of this dynasty. He also called the deposed emperor Zhu Yunwen Emperor Jianwen, the gray-clothed monk...... Yang Muyun's eyes froze, and he suddenly remembered that he had heard several old people in Huzhou Mansion say since he was a child that Emperor Jianwen did not die, but absconded in disguise. Walking with him was the young prince Zhu Wenkui. The vicissitudes of the world, time is rising, if Emperor Jianwen lives to this day, he should be seventy years old, and the crown prince Zhu Wenkui should also be in his early fifties. The age coincides with the gray-clothed monk and the master, but their real identities are Emperor Jianwen and Prince Jianwen. Thinking of this, Yang Muyun's mood became a little uncalm, no wonder the master behaved mysteriously, and never wanted to mention his life experience, even He Qixiu, a hundred households in Jinyi Weihuzhou, was vague when he mentioned the master. This dynasty is very secretive about Emperor Jianwen, and has been publicizing that he and the crown prince died in the fire, but the real situation has always been a mystery, what is the master coming to Beijing for this time? Could it be that he still wants to help the gray-robed monk return to the throne? If so, what should you do? Yang Muyun's heart swayed.

"Yang Muyun, someone has come to see you." There was a sound of iron chains falling to the ground, the door creaked open, the jailer flashed aside, and three men wrapped in black "bell" cloaks walked in. The cloak was attached to the hood, and the three of them lowered their heads, and they couldn't see clearly.

Yang Muyun stood up and looked at them with puzzled eyes, the three of them were slim, obviously all women. The man in the middle looked around for a moment, and the two behind him retreated in amusement.

"Lord cell, my young lady wants to say a few more words to the master, and please make it convenient." A man in a cloak stretched out a slender hand and shoved a few ingots of silver into the jailer's hand.

A small jailer was replaced by a cell boss, and his face couldn't help but be happy, and he swept the silver in his hand, glanced at them, and said, "Well, it's not too long. With that, he turned around and went.

Yang Muyun stared at the man in black in front of him with a vigilant expression, "Who are you?" ”

The man in black in the middle slowly raised his head and smiled at Yang Muyun, under the dim candlelight, he saw two rows of snow-white jade teeth showing in her red cherry lips, Yang Muyun's body was shocked, and he cried out in a lost voice: "How could it be you?" ”

took off the hood, revealing an extremely beautiful face, it was Zhou Mengnan.

"You're surprised, aren't you?" Zhou Mengnan smiled, his eyes swept around the cell, there was a musty smell everywhere in the gloomy cell, and Yang Muyun's resting place was covered with a layer of thatch, and the tip of his nose couldn't help but be slightly sour, "Xianggong, you have suffered." ”

"It's okay," Yang Muyun's cramped and uneasy expression gradually calmed down, and he also smiled at her, "It's nothing if you get used to it," and slowly sat down on the thatch again, "It's really hard for you to come to this place to see me," patted the thatched pile beside him, "Sit down!" ”

Zhou Mengnan frowned slightly, but said with a smile on her face: "Just stand as a concubine." ”

"This is not as good as your Zhou family's deep mansion compound, Jin Yu Qiu," Yang Muyun looked at her and said, "If you really can't bear it, please go back!" There was no anger on his face.

"Xianggong, you misunderstood the concubine," Zhou Mengnan hesitated

sat down next to him, "The concubine has traveled from south to north, and she has also slept in the open air, and she is not as delicate as you think." ”

"That's right," Yang Muyun leaned to the side, "Mengnan, although you are a woman, you are ashamed of what you do!" ”

"It's too good to be fair." As soon as Zhou Mengnan approached his body, a strong smell of blood came to her nose, she tried her best not to show the slightest unhappiness on her face, and glanced at the two people outside the prison door, and the two also took off the hoods on their heads, revealing two bright and pretty faces, which were Su Yue and Ning Xin. Their cloaks were much more bloated, and they were clearly carrying something in their hands. They hired Tingting and walked in and smiled at Yang Muyun.

"Master, the maid will help you change your clothes." Su Yue leaned down, put down the mahogany suitcase she was carrying, and took out a silk soft robe with autumn fragrance from it, and stepped forward, wanting to help Yang Muyun undress.

Ning Xin was carrying a food box, she took out a neatly folded white silk from it, spread it on the thatch in front of Yang Muyun, and placed the same wine and dishes in the box on it, the roast duck that had been sliced was accompanied by spring cakes, the shredded green onions were neatly cut, and there was a small plate of sauce. Spicy shredded rabbit, sauce elbow, fried mountain mushrooms...... And a jug of fine wine.

"Don't, don't...... I'll do it myself," Yang Muyun blocked Su Yue's pair of plain hands to untie his shirt, took the soft robe and turned around to the corner to change it as quickly as possible, the original clothes on his body had already been torn into strips, and it was no longer in shape.

Su Yue and Ning Xin looked at each other and smiled, lowered their heads and retreated.

"The lady is putting on such a big battle, I'm a little unaccustomed to it!" Yang Muyun changed his clothes and sat down in front of the wine and dishes, and said with emotion as he looked at the sumptuous dishes in a daze.

"I didn't expect Xianggong to suffer so much," Zhou Mengnan's beautiful eyes were a little moist, and he poured a glass of wine and handed it to Yang Muyun, "The concubine's heart is very uncomfortable!" ”

"I'm not good," Yang Muyun's face was a little unhappy, "What are you crying about, it's really unlucky." He didn't take the cup she handed her.

"Yes, yes, seeing that the prime minister is good, the concubine should be happy." Zhou Mengnan stretched out his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile.

"Lady," Yang Muyun sighed, "I should respect you for this glass of wine, without you running around the back, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this day of meeting you." Saying that, he poured a full glass of wine, solemnly picked it up, touched it on the edge of the wine cup held by Zhou Mengnan, and said proudly, "Lady, come, I will give you a glass for my husband, dry!" ”

"Xianggong ......" Zhou Mengnan raised his glass and was stunned when he heard his words, seeing that he drank all the wine in the cup, but he didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you drink it?"

"Concubine...... Concubines don't drink. Zhou Mengnan saw that his eyes were a little weird, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"When you were with the princess, did you never drink alcohol?" Yang Muyun said meaningfully.

"What do you say......" Zhou Mengnan was startled, his hand was loosened, and the wine cup fell down with a "snap", and the wine spilled on the ground.

"Wang Zhen, the master of ceremonies and the commander of the East Factory, Wang Zhen, the lady won't know, right?" Yang Muyun glanced at her calmly and said.

Zhou Mengnan was silent.

"The lady doesn't have to worry too much," Yang Muyun picked up the wine cup that fell on the ground, refilled it with wine, and handed it to her, "The lady is running around for my business, no matter who is worshipping her, the husband always has to accept this love." ”

"Xianggong, how did you know about the concubine's begging for the prince?" Zhou Mengnan took the wine cup and asked.

"Drink this wine, and your husband will tell you." Yang Muyun smiled.

"But the concubine really doesn't know how to drink." Zhou Mengna said with a red cheek. What she said should be true, Yang Muyun didn't even drink a glass of wine when she married her.

"Okay, you don't drink it, I drank it for you for my husband." Yang Muyun snatched the wine cup from Zhou Mengnan's hand, tilted his neck, and drank it cleanly. "Cough ......" choked on his throat because he was in a hurry, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

"Xianggong......" Zhou Mengnan stretched out his hand and patted his back, and said with a change of color on his face: "Is it the concubine who did it."

yes, it makes you angry. ”

"You...... Cough...... Don't say that," Yang Muyun coughed for a while before his breath calmed down and waved his hand, "I'm not complaining that you did something wrong, but I don't want you to hide anything from me." ”

"It's not that the concubine deliberately wants to hide from the princess," hearing him say this, Zhou Mengnan relieved his heart and explained: "The princess is a square person, if you hear that the concubine is in contact with the eunuchs in the court, you will not like it in your heart, so ...... Anyway, the concubine is not right, so don't be angry. ”

"The power is in the hands of the eunuchs, you came to Beijing alone, and if you don't go to the prince who is in power, how can you have a foothold today," Yang Muyun sighed: "Yin Tiansui was executing me that day, and he was suddenly called away, so it was the prince who summoned him, right?" ”

"Well," Zhou Mengnan gently stroked the wound on his neck, and said quite heartbrokenly: "It's a pity that the prince is still a step late, otherwise the prince will be spared the pain of flesh and skin." ”

"A little flesh injury is not worth worrying," Yang Muyun held her hand and said, "If I can see the light of day again, I don't know if I still have a chance to stand on top of the court!" ”

"Xianggong, please rest assured," Zhou Mengnan wrapped a piece of roast duck dipped in sauce with spring rolls, added some shredded green onions and handed it to Yang Muyun, comforting him: "The prince said that he will definitely guarantee you out of prison, Xianggong, you just wait patiently." However, the official status of the prime minister has been put into the army, and it is necessary to make good friends with important people in the army, so as not to be idle at home after being released from prison. On the 26th of this month, it is the happy day for the marriage of the prince of Chengguo and the granddaughter of the Marquis of Ningyang, and the concubine has prepared a generous gift. Recommended by Cheng Guogong, there is no problem in seeking a military position in the capital. ”

"What the lady said is Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo?"

"Yes," Zhou Mengnan nodded slightly, "He has now replaced the military affairs of the three major battalions of the British Governor Zhang Fu, and he is the number one person in the military generals. ”

"If I go to pay a visit to Lord Kuang, the secretary of the military department, wouldn't I be able to get what I wanted?" Yang Muyun asked rhetorically.

"Xianggong, you are confused," Zhou Mengnan said: "The Ministry of War is only the place where the officials issue seals and supervise the transportation of grain, grass and ordnance, and they cannot arbitrarily install military positions in the army, how can you bypass Chengguo Gong if you want to find an errand?" Seeing that he was silent, he thought that he couldn't put it down, so he further persuaded: "Xianggong, the emperor did favor you before, but since he sent you home, he no longer trusts you." Let's find another way, Xianggong, you are only fifteen years old, are you really willing to sit at home and be a rich man? ”

"What the lady said is unreasonable," Yang Muyun smiled bitterly, "I can have a holiday with Cheng Guogong's family!" As he spoke, he confessed the grievances with Zhu Yi, the prince of Chengguo, to her.

Zhou Mengnan pondered for a moment, and said: "This is just some small gap between Xianggong and Shizi, not a big festival." The concubine will ask for righteousness...... The prince came forward to mediate, how could Cheng Guogong have to give the prince a thin face, but ......" she glanced at Yang Muyun, "You can't have anything to do with Chen Siyu anymore, she is about to become the wife of Cheng Guogong, if you continue to be involved with her, you will cut the faces of Chengguo and Ningyang Hou, if Cheng Guogong and Ningyang Hou attack you together, even if the emperor comes forward to protect you." ”

Yang Muyun smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly.

Zhou Mengnan thought that he couldn't let go of Chen Siyu, so he persuaded: "Xianggong, in front of the love of children and the future career, you must not be confused!" After the Marquis of Ningyang is the founder of the country, his identity is prominent, even if the concubine gives up the position of the wife, it is impossible for the marquis to marry his granddaughter to you, you still die of this heart! ”

"The lady misunderstood," Yang Muyun said: "Miss Chen saved me when I was in Nandu before, I can only be grateful to her, but Zhu Yi, the prince of Chengguo, is a stubborn person, I am afraid that Miss Chen will be bullied by him after marrying him......"

"When is it, you still have the heart to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." Zhou Mengnan couldn't help but be angry and funny, and was about to persuade him a few more words, but saw the jailer who had just led her over from the corridor with a strange face.