Zongren's House.

Yu Zhiqian walked into the contemplative room of the Zongren Mansion like a curious baby.

Zongren's Mansion is not a cell in the traditional sense, and people with a little bit of online literature foundation know that this thing is about the royal family, and people who are not from the royal family can't get in if they want to, and the treatment inside is much better than that of ordinary cells.

For example, in the room where Yu Zhiqian is locked up now, there are all kinds of tables, chairs and benches, as well as the four treasures of the study, which can allow Yu Zhiqian to cultivate his sentiments, in addition, there is a big bed, and the bedding is also silk, if ordinary people come in, it is estimated that they don't want to go out, and many people have never enjoyed these items in their lives.

Of course, after all, it is a place to lock up people, there should still be something, and the iron fence reminds you that you are here to think about it behind closed doors, not to enjoy, but this makes no difference to Yu Zhiqian.

"Hey, brush, how do you use this thing!"

Sitting in front of the desk, Yu Zhiqian wanted to record some of the things he remembered before, such as making dry ice, such as burning cement, glass, etc., but found that the brush, the brilliant culture left by his ancestors, he didn't know it at all, and even wanted to scratch his head a little.

"I knew that when I was a child learning calligraphy, I should be serious!" Yu Zhiqian sighed, and could only barely write on the yellow papyrus in words like a dog's crawl.

And what Yu Zhiqian wrote in his mind was not learned from any popular science magazine, but from various novels, as for the truth or falsehood, Yu Zhiqian really doesn't know, but what if it is useful?

After writing less than a hundred simplified characters like a dog, Yu Zhiqian felt that his hands were very sore, shook it, threw the brush aside, and sighed: "After going out, you must study the pen, no, just a quill pen, it's too tiring to write like this!" ”

After thinking about it, Yu Zhiqian got up from the bed, leaned back and lay on the bed, and fell asleep directly unconsciously.

"That rebel, how is it now? Do you know it's wrong? After Emperor Yu Zhiqian finished processing some of the official documents, he rubbed his somewhat swollen head and looked at Wu Sangui beside him.

Wu Sangui leaned forward slightly: "Back to Your Majesty, the Zongren Mansion returns, His Royal Highness the Prince, he slept in the prison room of the Zongren Mansion!" ”

"Huh? Fall asleep! ”

"Yes, after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wrote something on the paper, he fell asleep!"

"What was written?"

Wu Sangui took out what Yu Zhiqian wrote from his sleeve, of course, it was not the one written by Yu Zhiqian himself, but copied it, and the handwriting was basically the same.

"Bastard, what kind of bullshit is written here!"

After the emperor read it, he directly crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it on the ground, he basically couldn't understand what the prince wrote, and it was twisted and twisted, horizontal and vertical were not like vertical, and children who had not gone to school might write better than him, such a person was actually His Royal Highness the future prince of the Tang Dynasty!

"Your Majesty is angry!"

The surrounding palace maids and eunuchs, seeing the emperor angry, knelt down in unison as if they had rehearsed thousands of times.

"Spread my will, send the prince to the prison of Dali Temple, and tell the officials of Dali Temple that there will be no preferential treatment!"

"Your Majesty, this is not in accordance with the etiquette law, right?" Wu Sangui reminded the emperor in a whisper, and the emperor snorted coldly: "Go and spread it quickly!" ”

Yu Zhiqian, who was still asleep, dreamed of his leisurely life in the future, a prosperous and free king, a wine pond and meat forest, and a group of concubines, just when Yu Zhiqian was enjoying a group of singers dancing on horseback in Lolita of his own design, he suddenly felt the sky and the earth shaking.

"What? Earthquake? ”

Yu Zhiqian woke up from his dream violently, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Sangui's rigid face that had not changed for thousands of years, and it was a peerless face at first glance! Well, it's really the last one.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Your Majesty has a decree to let you go to Dali Temple!"

Hearing Wu Sangui's words, Yu Zhiqian instantly sobered up and touched his head: "What are you going to do in Dali Temple?" I'm the crown prince, shouldn't I stay in the Zongren Mansion if I make a mistake? ”

"That's right, but Your Majesty has a will, and the old slave is also acting on orders, and I hope His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will move!"

Yu Zhiqian stood up with a confused face, followed the forbidden army out of the Zongren Mansion with a confused face, and then got into a carriage and rushed towards Dali Temple.

Although he looked confused, when the car drove into Chang'an Avenue, Yu Zhiqian couldn't help but lift the curtains and take a look.

Most people have seen the twelve hours of Chang'an, now is not the Shangyuan Festival, Chang'an is very deserted except for the East and West Fang City, there is not much popularity, some people are also in a hurry, there is no kind of TV series in the novel, the head is sensational, this year, running around is to be convicted, and the entrance and exit of each square are guarded.

For about half an hour, the vehicle stopped steadily at the gate of Dali Temple, Yu Zhiqian looked up at the yamen in front of him, through various novels and various film and television dramas, Dali Temple gave Yu Zhiqian the impression that it should be the kind of Hades Palace, you can't get out of it, the gate should be black and sultry, eerie and terrifying, but standing at the door there is no such feeling, just like an ordinary yamen.

After the guards in the door saw Wu Sangui, they immediately turned around and reported, and soon after Yu Zhiqian got out of the car, another guard also immediately ran towards the Dali Temple, although they didn't know Yu Zhiqian, but they could also judge from the clothes that the four-clawed python on the prince's body was not something that ordinary people could wear.

"Grandpa Wu, I don't know what wind is blowing you!" Liu Bei, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, walked out of Dali Temple with his fists in his hands, and when he saw Yu Zhiqian, he immediately knelt down: "Weichen, Liu Bei, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, meet His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”

If there is anything good about being a prince, Yu Zhiqian will definitely tell them, that is, anywhere except going to the palace, as long as people who recognize themselves have to kneel, although Yu Zhiqian doesn't like to be a prince, but this kind of feeling that others see themselves is really good, but on the other hand, every time he goes to see his cheap father, he has to kneel down, Yu Zhiqian also feels uncomfortable, the era of the evil feudal emperor.

And kneeling in front of him, this guy named Liu Bei, Yu Zhiqian looked at it curiously, this thing is called Liu Bei? Then he looked at his ears, and in an instant, Yu Zhiqian could be sure that this thing was probably the legendary big-eared thief Liu Bei, another historical figure who appeared indiscriminately!

"Ahem, cough, that, Liu Bei, get up, this prince is here to go to prison, not to inspect your work, you lead the way!"

After Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, Liu Bei was even more frightened, the prince came to Dali Temple to go to prison? He heard about the morning court meeting, but the prince is the foundation of the country, and he actually wants to come to Dali Temple to go to prison?

Liu Bei looked at Wu Sangui with some disbelief, Wu Sangui nodded slightly: "Liu Shaoqing, take the holy message!" ”

"Weichen, Liu Bei, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, listen to the holy order!"

"The sage said: ......, the prince shall not be lenient when he enters Dali Temple, and if he is found, he will be severely punished!"

"Wechen obeys!"

"Okay, the sage's message, I hope you can remember, His Royal Highness the Prince, the old slave still has to serve His Majesty, so I won't send His Highness in!"

Yu Zhiqian looked at Dali Temple curiously, and when he heard Wu Sangui's words, he waved his hand: "Okay, I know, you go and get busy!" ”

"The old slave retires!"