Yingzhang was about to enter the door was a thin middle-aged man with a beard, his face was only revealed for a moment in the moonlight, Zhang wanted to enter the door, the door was closed, and there was only darkness in front of him.

There was no light source in the house, and the middle-aged man put his hand on Zhang Yao and led him around the house.

Could it be that the people in this rat market are really like rats, able to see in the dark? Zhang Yao was gently pushed by the middle-aged man unknowingly, not knowing where to go.

After walking more than ten steps, the middle-aged man's hand on Zhang Yao's shoulder no longer used force, and Zhang Yao also stopped in accordance with him.

In the darkness, the hand withdrew from Zhang Yao's shoulder, and the sound of clothes rustling, Zhang Yao didn't know where the lean middle-aged man was or what he was doing.

Babble-

Suddenly there was a light at his feet, and a door was opened, and there was light in it, and it was framed square.

The middle-aged man squatted aside, one hand steadied the door, and the other Chongzhang was about to wave, urging him to hurry in.

Zhang Yao nodded a little bewildered, and he looked into the door, which was actually a smooth wall made of white marble, reflecting the firelight, which was different from the ruin outside.

"You can't get in. The middle-aged man was still carrying the door, urging impatiently.

"Enter, enter. Zhang Yao hurriedly answered, stretching out his feet and stepping on the stairs.

The middle-aged man followed, and when the heads of the two were not as good as in the hole, the door slammed shut.

The space underground is much larger than above ground, and the lights are bright, and even the squeaks of rats are cut off.

It seems that even the so-called "rats" do not love darkness and hate light like real rats, and in this unbelievable underground, these rats have their own little bright world.

It's just that although the underground passage is open, it turns back and forth like an ordinary rat hole. Zhang Yao followed the middle-aged man through the tunnel, the walls of the white marble were cold, and there was no one else in the corridor except for the two of them, as if he had stepped into the mausoleum of an ancient man who was sleeping peacefully.

"It's here. ”

The middle-aged man stopped in front of a sunken square, and saw him reach out and touch the wall next to him, and the square moved aside, and inside was a boxy bedroom.

"Let's go inside. The middle-aged man was routine.

There was a low bed, a small table, an embroidered pier, and a night pot in that room, and the ground floor was naturally windowless, and there were oil lamps fixed on the walls. Combined with the sound of "let's go in", combined with the handcuffs on his hands, Zhang Yao suspected that he was in prison.

"Don't you ask who I am?" he asked, turning his head as he stepped into the door with half a foot in the door, unwilling to accept such treatment.

The lean middle-aged man with a mustache on his lips closed his eyes tiredly, opened them for a while, and said, "Prince Changyang, who is not a person." Thanks to you, I didn't dare to come down to sleep until the second watch. ”

"It's only been a day. Zhang wanted to retort, but he was no longer stubborn, and An An walked into the room separately, and the middle-aged man closed the door behind him.

The man fought with his eyelids at any time, but he remained at the door, until the slow stone door was finally closed, and the two finally freed themselves from each other.

Whew-

Zhang Yao breathed a long sigh of relief and lay down on the bed. Although this bed is low, it is all low on the shelf, and the height of the bed is almost all mattresses, and when you lie down, it seems to float in the air, and you can't feel the hard bed board below at all.

According to his father, half of the conspiracy in the capital was planned in this rat market, and the other half failed without exception. Seeing it with his own eyes today, Zhang Yao really felt that this place was seamless, unless any emperor in the future made up his mind to uproot this place, otherwise these rats that gnawed at the giant tree would not stop for a moment.

Maybe I'm the emperor. Zhang wanted to understand why the emperors of Taiwei Country could allow such a place of filth and dirt to grow under his nose, he thought, when he became the emperor, the first thing he would do was to dig three feet into the ground and eradicate the rat market.

Of course, this does not prevent him from using the rat market, at least at this moment, the rat market is for him, for his father, not for the concubine in the palace.

If the father really convinced the snake, then the first thing he would do after regaining his freedom must be to come to this rat market, look for the sign of the three points, knock on the door, and enter the earth.

This is the place where his father had communicated with him earlier, but it was only on the boat this morning that he was told the mark and the code, and not only them, but all his comrades would meet here.

What Zhang Yao didn't know at this moment was that the signs and codes of the rally would change every night, and if he was late, he would not be able to find the sign of the third o'clock, nor would he be able to knock on any of the doors here.

Zhang Yao lay on his back on the bed, watching the shadow of the oil lamp reflected on the ceiling, shaking, just like this capital, shaking! Not only shaking, but also shaking.

Just wait until tomorrow when it gets dark, my father knocks on the door of the rat market, and gathers with his orthodox colleagues.

Zhang wanted to stare at the shadow, thinking, but sleepiness hit like a landslide and tsunami. The eyelids became heavy, and they could only open a slit.

He also remembered the last thing, he still had the last thing Cai Zhao threw at him in his arms and didn't look at it. Zhang was going to fight against sleepiness, and the handcuffed hands awkwardly reached into his arms, touching the slender and slender thing.

He gripped the thing, trying to raise his limp hands in front of him—

A reed stalk that had not yet faded its blue color was cut with a knife on it.

It turned out to be a whistle......

A pair of hands lost their strength and fell limply to their abdomen.

Whew-huh-huh-

His breathing became slow and peaceful, and he fell into a deep sleep.

......

In the early morning, the officers and soldiers surrounded the rat market, and the doors that had not been closed for countless days were knocked open and kicked open by the officers and soldiers who were stubborn.

The rats of the rat market were driven out of the hole by this group of rough officers and soldiers, real rats, fake rats, ugly rats, and cautious rats, all came out.

Last night, Cai Zhao spent the night under the adjacent shed, and he didn't hear the whistle all night, so he slept until dawn, who knew that he would see this scene as soon as the morning dawned.

Not many people came out of the first round of inventory, because the above-ground buildings in the rat market were just a façade. But immediately afterwards, the officers and men went into the house in a group, banging on the floor with great purpose, and in a short time they found a cavity.

After a while, the officers and soldiers surrounding the rat city on the inner and outer three floors became sparse, and only more than ten people were left to guard outside, and the rest were all poured into the small room, as if as many people could swallow it.

Cai Zhao squeezed into the onlookers, and saw that there was no figure among the people who had been kicked out, and he didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or be more worried.

There was still no whistle in the rat market - maybe the other party was a trustworthy person, Zhang Yao moved with him to another place last night, and Cai Zhao was not notified, maybe Zhang Yao was controlled before he could blow the whistle last night, and these officers and soldiers came to bring people......

That's not supposed to be so many.

Just when Cai Zhao was still reasoning, a thin middle-aged man with a beard was escorted out by the officers and soldiers, and behind him, there was the chapter with the handcuffs on his hands, which saved the officers and soldiers from clamping his hands.

Cai Zhao squeezed forward a little more, peeking out of the crowd and meeting Zhang Yao's gaze. The latter just shook his head lightly and pursed his lips, it seemed that the situation was not what he expected, but he felt that Cai Zhao could not save him if he was in danger.

Indeed, even if he looked at Cai Zhao with a look of help, the latter did not intend to risk saving him, firstly, it was unlikely that he would be rescued among the dozens or hundreds of officers and soldiers, and secondly, the friendship between the two was not so good that it was worthy of Cai Zhao offending the forbidden army in the capital.

Outside the crowd, a middle-aged man with an arrogant spirit was also looking, he was going to come to this rat market tonight to meet people, but what is the situation now......

Zhang Huai's arrogance did not allow him to push and shove like a vulgar and contemptible citizen, he just stood in the distance, waiting for the crowd to disperse, not knowing that this might be the last chance he would have to see his son.