In the early morning of Hangzhou in November, the streets are deserted, the temperature is relatively cold, and the hawkers who get up early to sell breakfast are all white.

On the shore of West Lake, in the brothel of the Qinglou on that street, people came down one after another. After tossing all night, it was time to go home, and it was time to go back to the inn, and continue to sleep, and it was time to collect money for another day.

The one who came down from the green building was a scholar who usually seemed to be gentle and elegant, with red circles under his eyes, his face was innocent, his expression was a little cringe, and he seemed to be overwhelmed by the chill in the morning breeze, trembling slightly; There are also old men with a wide body and a fat body, who have not buttoned all the buttons of his clothes, and he looks tired, but his feet are a little weak; There are also high-rollers who run the rivers and lakes, with a smug look on their faces, as if they did not visit the kiln last night, but entered the cave room, or are proud of their bravery last night; There were also some small officials, with their heads bowed, hurrying away, not wanting others to recognize them; As for those rich gentry or officials who are really rich and powerful, they have already waited for them to warm their cars, and they will be picked up when they show their heads.

So the stalls selling breakfast on the street became lively, except for the big people who were warmed by the carriage and horses, and the small officials who slipped away in a hurry, the other people played the big sword all night, after all, to replenish their physical strength.

There are even more sensible ones, who used breakfast by themselves, and brought some steamed buns, fritters, baked cakes, porridge or something to their wives and children, which can be regarded as loving and considerate.

"Give me ten crab roe buns and a bowl of meat porridge."

The sound of an urn sounded, and I saw a tall man in a brocade robe standing in front of the stall, which shocked everyone at the side of the stall to avoid it.

Zhu Mian is pampered and arrogant, "all the officials are prominent, and the servants are also golden and purple", and there are dozens of people who serve the gold belt in his family, and the folk proverb says: "Gold belt, silver belt, Zhu Jiahuan in the world of the Zhao family." ”

Among the domestic slaves of the Zhu family, those who can wear brocade clothes are all henchmen and minions, and their status is extremely high, especially the one with a gold belt around his waist, and he is also a henchman among his henchmen, who is an ordinary county official, and he must be polite.

The person in front of the stall was the one who wore the gold belt, and everyone was naturally afraid of it and avoided it one after another, and the vendor hurriedly chose a clean table and chair and served a steaming breakfast.

The man ran out of breakfast and didn't pay the money, so he got up and left, and the peddler naturally didn't dare to ask.

As the man walked to the side of the street, he saw a well-decorated carriage approaching slowly, and with a slight wave of his hand, the carriage came to an abrupt halt and stopped beside him.

"Master, where are you going?" The coachman asked respectfully.

"Chengxi Zhu Mansion." The man said this, and got into the carriage.

As soon as he lifted the curtain and poked his head in, he was grabbed by a pair of iron tong-like hands and pulled into the carriage, and he fell into it.

The man was startled and was about to struggle, but his face and nose were covered again, and a strange fragrance poured into his nostrils along with the soft silk cloth, and he fell into a deep sleep.

There were few people on the street in the early morning, and the people outside the carriage, even if there were good deeds, could only see the carriage shake a few times, so naturally they would not be suspicious.

Drive~

The coachman shouted, flicked his whip and made a crisp crack, and the wheels started slowly, and went away slowly.

More and more Qinglou customers who had been playing with big swords all night came out, and the stalls selling breakfast became more lively, and the street was still quiet and peaceful.

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North of the city, Hangzhou Mansion Prison.

Hundreds of armored soldiers stood solemnly at the entrance of the prison, swords and guns like a forest, and there were crossbows and arrows to guard them, as if they were facing a great enemy. In front of them, there were also antlers, and it was obvious that there was no room for error.

The dignified prefect of Hangzhou, the official of Zhengwupin, and the most important thing is the son of Cai Jing, the prime minister of the dynasty, which is a big thing for Zhu Mian. It must be known that Zhu Mian was appreciated by Zhao Ji through Cai Jing's support, he did mischief in Jiangnan but was unharmed, half because of Zhao Ji's mediocrity, and half because Cai Jing was covered, now Lao Enxiang's son was killed by the assassin, if the assassin who was caught made a little mistake, how could he explain to Lao Enxiang?

The Assassins were so bold that there must have been an accomplice, and perhaps someone would come and rob the prison.

Anyone who approaches the door of the prison except himself will be killed, this is Zhu Mian's death order.

So in the past few days, not only have people not been able to get close, but even the sparrows that dared to approach have been shot several times.

The sun is setting, and the remnant sun is shining.

The bright red glow shone on the swords and guns of the guards at the entrance of the prison, shining with a bloody light.

At this moment, a team of men and horses, stepping on the bloody remnant sun, approached the gate of the prison.

"Prepare a crossbow!" The heads of the people at the door shouted urgently.

One by one, the crossbows were aimed at the comers.

"It's the Guardian Envoy!" Someone exclaimed. (Note: There is an error in the defense envoy written earlier, and Zhu Mian has not yet risen to the knot degree envoy at this time)

That all raised their heads and looked at it, only to see that there were about a dozen people who came, all wearing brocade clothes and gold belts, protecting a warm sedan chair, and the one who climbed down the warm sedan chair, who came slowly, wearing a red robe, wearing an official hat, a fat body, a square face and big ears, who is it not Zhu Mian?

The head of the capital didn't expect Zhu Mian to come to check the prison so late, so he hurriedly ordered the crossbowman to put down the crossbow arrows and strode forward to meet him.

To say that this head is still extremely careful, he came closer, carefully looked at Zhu Mian's face, and after confirming that it was correct, he bent down and bowed: "The head of the capital is thunderous, meet the defense envoy, I don't know that the adult is coming, and I will miss the welcome!" ”

"Alright, alright, no need to be polite...... The defense reassures the assassin that he is here, so he has come to patrol and get out of the way! A young house slave in a brocade robe and a gold belt shouted impatiently.

Na Lei Dutou hurriedly got up, retreated to the side, and waved his hand to signal everyone at the door to get out of the way.

The van army in front of him hula-out of the way, the antlers that blocked the way had already been removed, and the deputy head in charge of the key to the door hurriedly opened the closed prison door.

Zhu Mian snorted coldly, and under the encirclement of all the Jinyi family slaves, he slowly entered the prison, followed the deputy head of the road, and walked all the way to the cell where Wu Song was held.

At this moment, Nadutou suddenly found that in the team of Zhu Mian and his party, there were actually two people carrying a box into the prison, and his face changed, and he was about to get up and follow to ask, but he finally stopped abruptly.

He's just a mere head, where is his turn to ask about the matter of the defense envoy, even if the defense envoy brings in a few undressed women, he can only turn a blind eye...... All he had to do was make sure it was the defender.

At the door of the prison, two guards were whispering.

"The kid next to the defense envoy is so handsome, isn't it ......"

"I haven't heard that the defense makes the adult have the good of Longyang, and that kid is handsome, but he doesn't look like a rabbit."

"Then you are a layman, I didn't see that the rest of the people were all respectful, but this person was like a master in front of the protective envoy, if he wasn't pampered and arrogant, how dare he do this?"

"Woo...... Silence, if the defense makes the adults hear it, you can't wait to eat and walk around. ”

A group of Qiu Ba, who have rotten eyes and look at the human base, have been guarding the prison for a long time, but they are also gossiping very ......

The room where Wu Song was imprisoned was in the middle of the prison, and the rooms around it were emptied, leaving only Wu Song's family, and there were two saber guards at the door, which was also cautious.

When he arrived at the number room, the young house slave in brocade looked inside, and saw Wu Song, who was wearing shackles and shackles, lying in the straw and sleeping, nodding slightly.

He turned to the head and said, "Give me the key, and you can all go out, and the defense will make the Lord interrogate the assassin alone." ”

The head and the two priests looked stunned, and showed a puzzled look at Zhu Mian, but when they heard Zhu Mian snort coldly, they hurriedly handed the key in their hands to the young house slave and bowed their heads and withdrew.

One of the priests paused for a moment as he passed by the big red suitcase, and then heard the young brocade-clothed slave scolding angrily: "Look, the box is full of torture instruments, you want to try it?" ”

The head and the two priests were startled, and no longer had any doubts, and hurriedly retreated.

PS: 1. The third watch has arrived, fortunately not disgraced! 2. Ask for recommendation tickets, ask for rewards, ask for collections, and ask for support......