When he just woke up from the coma, Ji Yan thought that he had been imprisoned again, and he was a little panicked, sweating with his palms, and his back felt cold.

But after a while, no one came to interrogate him, let alone interrogate him, and he couldn't find half a ghost as far as his eyes could see for a long time, so he had time to calmly observe the cell.

Although it was already May, the heat was unbearable, and it was easy to produce a rancid smell in ordinary places because of poor sanitation and poor ventilation, but there was no unpleasant smell in this prison, which made Ji Yan very satisfied, and planned to praise the other party when he saw the person who arrested him.

Ji Yan's "single room" seemed to be in a corner, with walls on both sides, one of which had a small window more than two meters high, a locked cell door and a dirt road that didn't know where it led, and a completely identical prison next to the other side, but it was empty, and he looked at the door of his room again, locked with a wrist-thick iron chain, and it was solid.

The soldiers will block, the water will cover the earth, it's not a big deal.

The most important thing is that he judged from the window in this cell that he should not be in the Imperial Prison, but in the prison of some other yamen, the last time he was taken into the Imperial Prison by Liu Xun, he had the impression that although it was night, but it was pitch black in the Imperial Prison, except for the dim light, he didn't remember that there was such a thing as a window in the cell passing by.

As long as he doesn't have anything to do with Jinyiwei, he is not so afraid, anyway, he is not a bad guy.

He looked around, waited for a while, and shouted a few times, reminding him that he was awake and could come at any time if he wanted to be interrogated, but no one paid attention to him.

He was also a little worried that he had ordered a few pieces of new furniture before, and he had paid a fixed fee, and if he went to his house and no one answered, it was estimated that the fixed money would be lost, but this was not to blame him, and he didn't want to come in by himself.

In desperation, he lay down, in this prison, put a big "wood" character on his body, and lay in his room in a good way, and continued to sleep, anyway, the person who captured him would appear sooner or later, he was not in a hurry.

He woke up not long after he slept, not for any other reason, but from starvation.

It was broad daylight outside the window, and he was taken away by someone in a faint at dusk, so he hadn't eaten anything for at least half a day, which was the greatest torture for him.

Holding his groaning stomach, he sat on the floor of his cell and shouted loudly: "Come on, someone, you're going to die, under the yellow sky, you're going to starve to death!" ”

Still no one cares, he's a little panicked this time, he won't forget about himself, it's still a bit dangerous.

shouted a few more times, but no one paid attention, so I could only sit on the ground with my head hanging on my stomach, not knowing what to do.

He himself felt that he was getting hungrier and thirstier, and slowly, his stomach stopped screaming, and his stomach began to ache, and his stomach hurt and his head began to hurt.

This kind of "torture" is too bad for him, it is better to give him a few whips.

He shouted a few more times at the door, not holding out any hope, but after shouting this time, he faintly heard footsteps from a distance.

The footsteps were also accompanied by the sound of Ding Ling's hammer, from far to near, and after a while, two people came to the door of Ji Yan's "single room", stood on the road, and looked at Ji Yan inside.

Ji Yan was already dizzy from hunger at this time, and he didn't bother to speak first, so he raised his drooping eyelids, still sitting on the ground, tilting his head to look at the two of them.

These two people, one is obviously an official of the Ming Dynasty, about forty years old, with a mustache, not tall, but lean, looking very capable, although he is not wearing an official uniform, but he is wearing official boots. Behind him stood an old man dressed as a servant, with a bunch of keys hanging from his waist and a three-tiered lunch box.

Three-tiered lunch box!

The real hunger is not that there is nothing in the stomach, but that the functions of taste and smell have been amplified hundreds of times, Ji Yan's nose can already penetrate the wooden food box at this time, and he smells that there are braised lion heads and braised pork in the three-layer lunch box, these two hard dishes, and one should be a soup, West Lake meat soup, although it is not his favorite dish, but he is not picky at all now.

His mind was full of food in the lunch box, but he didn't listen to what the adult said to him, and then he was dazed, and found that the food was close in front of him but he couldn't eat it, so he regained his senses a little, and looked at the official with dull eyes,

I only heard the official say sternly to Ji Yan: "Don't pretend to be confused here, have you done something, do you think others don't know?" I advise you to be honest, explain quickly, and give you food after you have explained. ”

Ji Yan sat on the ground, pointed to the lunch box, and then pointed to his mouth, meaning that if he didn't let me eat first, I wouldn't say anything.

But the official said, "If you say it first, I'll give you food." ”

Ji Yan insisted on eating first.

Both sides do not give in to each other, and it is an endless loop.

There was a stalemate for a while, and no progress was made.

The official had no choice but to ask the cell boss to open the lunch box and give Ji Yan a bowl of soup to drink, sure enough, it was West Lake meat soup, but unfortunately there was less meat, and the rice was not particularly good, so it was not sticky enough.

However, Ji Yan didn't complain that the taste was not authentic enough, grabbed the bowl and tilted his neck in one breath, and dried it directly.

Just grinding foreign workers, coming and going, what lion's head, what braised pork, and a bowl full of meat soup, they all went down.

Ji Yan finally had his fill, leaned his back against the wall, sat on the floor of the prison, burped, and said, "What do you want to ask, say it." ”

The official snorted, but his voice was still fierce, and he scolded: "When you are full of food and drink, hurry up and recruit, what did you do when you went to Japan?" Hurry up and speak up to save your little life. Or just wait."

Ji Yan replied simply: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't understand, I don't know, I'm not responsible." ”

Then without waiting for the official to say anything, he waved his hand and said lazily: "You can ask anything, I gave you four answers, you can match them yourself." ”

After speaking, he turned around to himself, faced the wall, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

He didn't really want to sleep, but he still knew what was at stake, and he didn't want to kill his head and rob his family if he said it, but his own, especially Mei Yuning's, she trusted herself so much, although she didn't know where she had gone these days, but she wouldn't let her down.

So he simply didn't eat oil and salt, and the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

But it wasn't long before he heard footsteps behind him, coming from a short distance and stopping after a few steps.

Ji Yan was still lying on the ground, turning his head and looking at the person with half-squinted eyes.

The person who had just passed was also about forty years old, the same age as the official, but his body shape was much more elegant, his stature was medium, and his appearance was elegant, but he was heroic and contemptible, his eyes were sharp, and his whole body exuded an air of wealth and nobility, Ji Yan felt that he was very similar to a person between his eyebrows, a very familiar person, but he didn't want to wait for his brain to remember who it was.

The answer himself timidly walked out from behind this elegant middle-aged man and came to the door of Ji Yan's cell.