He didn't even have time to find a good place for Uncle Han to be buried, so he could only get it casually, bury it under the mountain near the academy, wipe away his tears, and left.

The Tang family has a big business.

The hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen.

Especially in the imperial court, I don't know how many dark lines and piles have been left over the years.

The importance of networking is reflected at such times.

The prison is under the jurisdiction of Dali Temple.

Dali Siqing, in the past, was supported by Tang Qing, although Tang Qing's officialdom was dismissed, but Dali Siqing still cared about the grace of the past, opened a back door for Tang Muyan late at night, and quietly let him in.

"Hehe, Young Master Tang, there is only a quarter of an hour, and the lower officials can only help here."

Dali Siqing arched his hand at Tang Muyan, looking sorry.

Tang Muyan was already very grateful: "A quarter of an hour, enough, thank you." ”

A quarter of an hour.

Enough to say a lot and do a lot of things.

Tang Muyan wore a black cloak, covering most of his face, lowered his head, and walked on the dark, cramped, and narrow road, on both sides of which were cells one by one, and most of the people in it were the most vicious criminals.

The eyes of the most criminals were cold, bloodthirsty, and hideous, coupled with the cloak of prisoner uniforms and a pair of projected eyes, which were very terrifying.

Even though Tang Muyan is an adult, even if he has seen a little bit of the world, he still feels a chill on his spine.

Walk all the way to the northern end of the prison.

In front of a dark cell sealed with adamantium iron, which did not even have windows, stopped.

"This is it."

The henchman jailer sent by Dali Siqing took out the key from his waist.

With a click, the lock was unlocked.

Pull open the heavy door.

In the dark cell, there was a strong odor mixed with the smell of mold and excrement, which was very pungent.

Tang Muyan, a young master, frowned on the spot and muttered in a low voice: "It smells bad." ”

The henchman jailer smiled embarrassedly: "Hehe, let Tang Da rarely laugh, death row is like this." Not even a handy potty. ”

Tang Muyan's brows furrowed even deeper.

Potty no?

Isn't that open defecation?

For a long time, the tall and majestic image of his father Tang Qing in his heart fell in an instant and fell to pieces. An inexplicable emotion permeated his chest.

"The little one quits." The henchman jailer Tang Muyan's face was wrong, he didn't say anything more, he lowered his head and retreated, and his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the darkness.

Tang Muyan wrinkled his nose.

Took a deep breath.

After standing at the door for a while, I finally finished my mental construction and walked in.

It was pitch black, and there was no sound.

He originally thought that his father was asleep, or that he had been tortured or fainted.

However, in fact, Tang Qing has not closed his eyes for a few days and nights since he was imprisoned, he is a master of the Purple Mansion Period, and he has not slept for a few days and nights, and he is nothing.

So, from the time his eldest son appeared at the door of the cell, he had already seen everything with his own eyes.

Tang Qing was like a wolf in the dark night, with a dim light flashing in his eyes.

I've fallen into a desperate situation.

There is a plan to get out.

This strategy is too vicious.

He couldn't make up his mind.

However, after seeing all the reactions of the eldest son Tang Muyan just now......