Just when the construction merchant Wan Xixi was arrogant, Fei Xuechun appeared wearing a black cloak.

Fei Xuechun said to his subordinate Xue Chuxia: "Drive them all out for me." ”

Wan Xixi, a construction merchant, said: "You can't do this to me, I am here on behalf of Tang Zhaozong, and I am Jin Wuwei." ”

Zhu Ang said: "What kind of Jin Wuwei are you, you are just a subcontractor who has contracted a construction site. ”

Fei Xuechun said: "Every property of mine is a castle, you can't come in casually, you are not Tang Zhangwei and Tang Zhaozong, you are not qualified to come to me to arrest people." If Tang Zhaozong has to touch my people, I will let him bring someone to come in person. ”

Wan Xixi, a construction businessman, said: "Don't dare, don't dare, there must be some misunderstanding here." ”

She shook her head, shaken off the feeling of frustration, it was just a setback, not a defeat. Appealing to the king was not the only way to take care of her brother and herself. She came to Winchester for two purposes, the second to find out what was going on with her father. He'll know what she's going to do next.

"And who else is here?" She said to the guard, "There must be a minister." I just want to see my father. ”

"There's a secretary and a butler upstairs," replied the guard, "and you said your father was the Earl of Charling!" ”

"Yes." Her heart sank, "Do you know what happened to him?" ”

"I know where he is."

"Where?"

"It's in the prison of the castle."

"Where's the prison?"

A stone's throw away!

The guard raised his thumb and pointed it behind his shoulder. "Walk down the hill, past the chapel, across from the main entrance." Keeping the siblings out of the main building satisfied his petty mentality, and he was now willing to give them a clue, "You'd better go and see the warden, his name is Odo, and his pockets are dissatisfied." ”

The main building was on a high hill in the corner of the courtyard, and Alena turned to look down at the rest of the castle, a hodgepodge of stone and wood buildings enclosed by tall walls. The guard had said that she had descended from here, past the chapel, and she had seen a neat stone building, which looked like a chapel, facing the main entrance. The gate was an entrance to the outer wall, from which the king could enter his castle directly without going through the city. Directly opposite the main entrance, near the back wall separating the castle from the city, was a small stone house, possibly a prison.

In the circles of the friars, Philip was judged by his piety, his obedience, and his diligence in God's mission. But here, in the capital of one of the world's greatest kingdoms, these are nothing. Philip couldn't hold his breath, he felt like he had become an impostor, a small role of a hard man, and he was sure that it would not be long before he would be sent back in shame, and this feeling made him very stressed.

As soon as dawn he got up to do morning prayer and ate breakfast in the cafeteria. The monks here drank strong beer and ate white bread, and it was a wealthy monastery. After breakfast the monks went to the meeting room, and Philip went to the bishop's palace, a fine stone building with large windows, surrounded by acres of gardens, and surrounded by a wall.

Wallen was confident of winning Bishop Henry's support for his non-sub-plan. Henry is extremely powerful, and with his help, he doesn't have to worry about the whole thing not being done. He was Henry of Blois, the younger brother of the king. He was also the most well-connected and powerful priest in England, and as he was the richest priest of the wealthy Glastonbury Abbey. He is expected to be the next Archbishop of Canterbury. Wang Qiao will not have a stronger supporter than him. Philip thought, maybe it could be done, and the king would give us the ability to build a new cathedral. When he thought about it, he felt as if his heart was about to let hope break.

A housekeeper told Philip that it was impossible for Bishop Henry to show up until ten o'clock in the morning. Philip was nervous and excited, and did not want to go back to the convent. Since he couldn't settle down, he simply browsed the largest town he had ever visited in his life.

The bishop's palace is in the southeast corner of the city. Philip walked along the east wall, through the courtyard of St. Mary's Abbey, another monastery, to a neighborhood that seemed to specialize in the leather and wool business. When he looked closer, Philip realized that it was not a natural channel, but an artificial canal that led part of the water out of the river and flowed through the streets to supply the large quantities of water needed for tanning and washing. Philip marveled at the audacity of the people, who were often built on the banks of the river, who in turn brought the river water into their workshops.

Despite the concentration of workshops, the town was quieter and less densely populated than anywhere else Philip had seen. Places like Salisbury or Hereford, with walls like a fat man in a skinny shirt, houses lined up one after another, backyards too small, markets too crowded, streets too narrow; People and animals are rubbing shoulders with each other, making it feel like they are ready to fight at any moment due to collisions. But Winchester is so big that there seems to be plenty of room for everyone. As Philip walked around, it became clear that part of the reason for the feeling of spaciousness was the checkerboard shape of the streets. The streets are mostly straight, crisscrossing at right angles. He hadn't seen it before. The town must have been built according to a certain plan.

There are no less than ten churches. They vary in appearance and size, with wood and stone, each serving its own small neighborhood. The town must have been rich enough to afford so many clergy.

He felt a little uncomfortable as he walked along the butcher's street, he had never seen so much raw meat in one place. Blood flowed from the butcher's shop into the streets, and the fat rats hid at the buyer's feet.

The southern end of the butcher's street leads to the middle of the high street, facing the old royal palace. The old palace was not used by the king since the new main building was built in the castle, Philip had heard about it, but the royal mint also minted pennies in the semi-basement of the building, protected by thick walls and iron gates. Philip stood outside the fence and watched for a moment as the hammer struck the die and sparks flew up, leaving him dumbfounded by the white wealth in front of him.

A few others were watching the sight, and needless to say, it was a sight to behold for anyone who came to Winchester. A young woman standing nearby smiled at Philip, who smiled in return. "For a penny," she said, "you can do whatever you want." ”

He didn't quite understand what she meant, so he smiled vaguely. Then she opened her cloak, and he was startled. "You can do whatever you want, just a penny."

(End of chapter)