Zhu Youzhen had doubts about Zhu Yousong's identity in his heart, but there was still no expression on his face, and he asked casually: "You really don't know the minister named Yang Lian just now?" ”

Zhu Yousong was immersed in the hypoxia of brain excitability, and when he heard Zhu Youzhen's question, he nodded and said, "Why are you lying to you, I really don't know." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhu Youzhen squinted his eyes and asked, "Then do you know Sun Chengzong, Yuan Chonghuan and Cao Wenzhao?" ”

Zhu Yousong's head shook like a rattle, and said, "I've only heard of Yuan Chonghuan, and I don't know anything else." As he spoke, he looked curiously at the seventeen-year-old boy in front of him and asked, "What, what are you asking me for?" ”

Zhu Youzhen slowly stood up, walked to the bookcase, picked up the teacup on the table, seemed to admire the blue and white on it, and seemed to be pondering things.

Zhu Yousong saw that Zhu Youzhen didn't speak, and thought that he remembered something important, so he took the cigarette to his mouth and took a deep breath, and was about to exhale a puff of smoke, only to hear "Bang!" With a sound, the teacup in Zhu Youzhen's hand fell to the ground!

The door of the Zhonghe Hall was not closed, and as the teacup fell, more than a dozen guards suddenly rushed in outside the hall, all holding blades, swords in their hands, and knives out of the sheath, looking very fierce!

Zhu Yousong's eyes widened and he wanted to ask for an understanding, but before he could speak, Zhu Youzhen raised his hand and shouted, "Take this fang!" ”

Zhu Yousong's eyes were about to pop out, he really couldn't figure out why he was a good comrade just now, why did he become this fang in a blink of an eye?

"I-" Zhu Yousong wanted to ask for an understanding, but before he finished speaking, the quick-eyed guard pressed Zhu Yousong to the ground!

Zhu Yousong was pressed to the ground, and his right face was tightly pressed against the cold floor, this posture was really embarrassing. If you don't know that this Chongzhen in front of you is a traverser, now that you know, how can you still swallow your breath?

There is a double standard in everyone's heart, when Zhu Yousong didn't know that Zhu Youzhen was a traverser, there would be an inexplicable sense of superiority in his heart, and when he really saw Zhu Youzhen, although he was a little at a loss because of the limitation of his identity and lack of experience, but this sense of superiority in his heart did not subside.

It wasn't until Zhu Yousong knew that Chongzhen was also a traverser, although the sense of superiority in his heart was gone, but it was accompanied by a sense of equality!

is also a post-generation traveler, who can be more difficult to provoke than whom? This made Zhu Yousong have an instinctive closeness to Zhu Youzhen, and Zhu Yousong's dislocation of time, space and age, he would think in a trance that the great tomorrow in front of him was a seventeen-year-old boy in the future!

A seventeen-year-old boy, whether in the future or now, he has to call himself brother!

Zhu Yousong was pressed to the ground, and he couldn't help but be angry, and couldn't help howling angrily: "They are also future generations, why do you treat me like this?" ”

Zhu Yousong looked at Zhu Youzhen with a sneer in front of him with red eyes, gritted his teeth and asked, "Why?" ”

Zhu Youzhen sneered, but did not speak. Zhu Yousong only saw Zhu Youzhen wave his hand, and he felt a pain in his neck, his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious......

When he opened his eyes again, it was pitch black in front of him, and Zhu Yousong calmed down for a while before he felt that he was still lying on the ground. It's just that now the face is not covered with the cold floor tiles of the Zhonghe Temple, but some damp straw......

"Sizzle-" Zhu Yousong rubbed his neck and got up, and found himself in a small room of no more than ten square meters. The shape of this room is very chic, with thigh-thick wooden railings on three sides, and only one wall, and a small window the size of a watermelon on the wall, which is also sealed by wooden railings.

There was a wooden bed in the little house, on which was a dirty, smelly quilt, and beside the wooden bed was a barrel with the lid half-covered, giving off a foul smell.

The only wall in this is full of words, or scribble, or upright, anyway, Zhu Yousong thinks that he can't catch up with the kind of words that he can't catch up with after practicing all his life, and the words on it are not calligraphy, but are poems that are beyond the reach of regret, or compassion, or lament the injustice of fate......

Zhu Yousong blinked before he realized that he should be locked in a cell. He had not yet entered the cell since he had crossed, and when he entered the cell, there was not the slightest novelty, this place was damp and dark, it was a paradise for rats and bed bugs, who wanted to live in this place?

Zhu Yousong leaned his back against the fence, and found that the crown clothes on his body had been taken off and changed into a prison uniform, and the iron chain buckles on his feet were as thick as an adult's little finger!

Zhu Yousong thought of the scene when Chongzhen turned his face when he said that he would turn his face, and scolded in his mouth: "Stinky and stupid X, don't let Lao Tzu finish his words!" Lao Tzu doesn't know what's wrong with them, and if you don't learn history well, you will be put in a prison cell, this is bullshit logic! ”

Zhu Yousong complained suddenly: "He kid won't have any sequelae or something when he crosses, right?" Off one's head? It is estimated that there is an eighty percent chance! Neuropathy! ”

said that Zhu Yousong was a neuropath, but it was just a few words of Zhu Yousong's refreshment. Although Zhu Yousong didn't understand why Zhu Youzhen's attitude was so different, he guessed that there should be some misunderstanding between them, otherwise why would he suddenly turn his face when he started well?

"Is it because I don't know any Yang Lian? Don't know Sun Chengzong and Cao Wenzhao? ”

Zhu Yousong scratched his head, he really couldn't figure it out, and while he was pondering, a sigh suddenly came from behind him!

Although this voice was not loud, it was sudden, and it still startled Zhu Yousong, this voice was behind him, as if it was coming from the back of his head!

Zhu Yousong hurriedly moved his body away from the fence, only to find that there was still a person leaning on the fence, this person was lying on his head and wearing a white prison clothes.

Zhu Yousong complained a little: "Are you sick? Do you know that it will scare people to death when you are surprised? ”

After the man heard Zhu Yousong's words, he didn't look back, but his body trembled and said, "Heh, scared to death, scared to death......"

The man grabbed a handful of straw in his hand and held it tightly, took a breath before saying, "After entering this prison, do you still want to get out alive, can you still get out alive......

Zhu Yousong sighed in his heart, and then he knew that he was in prison! "I'm in prison!" Zhu Yousong felt bitter in his heart, and suddenly he was a little inexplicable: "What happened when you entered the prison?" What am I so nervous about? ”

Zhu Yousong couldn't help but feel a little nervous, blaming all his abnormal behavior on the head of the "next-door neighbor", and said angrily: "Can you shut up?" Saying so frustratingly, can it be your business if you don't commit a crime? ”

The man's body trembled, turned his head to look at Zhu Yousong, and when he saw that Zhu Yousong didn't react, he brushed away the little hair scattered in front of him with his hand, thinking that he wanted Zhu Yousong to see his appearance clearly.

The light inside the prison was dim, and Zhu Yousong squinted his eyes to see the person's appearance clearly. This man was an old man in his sixties, and his face was honest, and he looked like an old peasant in the countryside.

It's just that this person's appearance, Zhu Yousong always felt that something was wrong when he looked left and right, and when he saw the person's bare chin, he found that there was something wrong with this person.

Nowadays, people have the habit of growing beards, but they do not require future generations to shave their beards cleanly in order to look young and spiritual. People generally grow beards after the year of establishment, and find one or two people who are fifty or sixty years old and have not grown beards in this year, except for monks, there is no one else, and monks often have some beards.