The official yamen of Qingguo can be used to hold prisoners. In Kyoto, there are even more such places, counting from the Kyoto Prefecture Yamen, there are as many as seven yamen approved with the right to take custody in the Qinglu. And the real criminals involved in the government and politics, as well as those who committed the most heinous crimes, are often detained in the prison of the Criminal Department, the wall of Dali Temple, and the prison of the Supervision Yuan. This is the so-called prison that the people regard as an abyss, and there will always be in storytelling.

Since the establishment of the Supervision Yuan, this secret service directly under His Majesty the Emperor has played an extremely powerful and terrifying role in the government, and the high-ranking officials who are wanted are often imprisoned here, and those powerful people with superb skills have also been locked underground here for many years.

The prison is near the Prison Yard, and if you go out through the main entrance of the square and gloomy building, you only need to turn a corner to see the two extremely heavy iron gates. And inside the Supervision Yuan, there is naturally a secret passage leading directly to the prison here, and you only need to walk back from the Daping Courtyard behind the Supervision Yuan, and you can reach it directly after passing through a small door.

No matter which direction you enter the prison of the Supervision Yuan, the first scene you see is a deep corridor, and the cell responsible for guarding the felons is deep underground, and the guards are extremely strict, and there is no fear of any robbery or anything like that.

As the corridor descended, the air became more and more stagnant, the lights became more and more dim, and although there was good ventilation below, the smell of the past few decades was mixed. It always makes people feel inexplicably terrifying and suffocating.

Descend down the corridor to the deepest part, through several floors of ordinary sill rooms, to the bottom of the prison of the Supervision Yuan, where the guards are the most severe. And what is different today is that the expressions of the seven officials in charge of guarding the heavenly prison are extremely complicated, and the entire prison is full of masters outside the courtyard.

For example, the forbidden army, the masters of the Dingzhou army, such as the masters of the inner court, what is even more palpitating is that they are on both sides of the road leading to the bottom layer. There were four strangers in hats and sackcloth, standing there indifferently.

No one knew what the identities of these four people were, but they could clearly detect the powerful aura flowing in each other's bodies, and these four people were sent by His Majesty the Emperor in the palace.

Assassin Junqin and Chen Pingping. At this time, he was imprisoned on the lowest floor of the prison of the Supervision Yuan, and perhaps even this amazing terrorist figure, when he set up this prison, did not expect that one day, he would be imprisoned.

The emperor remanded Chen Pingping to the Supervision Yuan. Instead of being imprisoned in the palace, nor placed in the wall of Dali Temple, his thoughts are very clear, if the Supervision Yuan really pities his old dean and is willing to rescue him at all costs, then staying in this prison can see the thoughts of the officials of the Supervision Yuan more clearly.

If there are enemies in the world, let them pop up earlier. Higher. Emperor Ziru Qing, from the first day he sat on the dragon chair, he was acting in this way, including the siege of Dadong Mountain three years ago. The Kyoto Rebellion, all of them. This kind of self-confidence to the point of arrogance, suspicious to the point of being similar to seduction, is probably only used by His Majesty the Emperor, a monster who has two top roles in the world.

However, His Majesty the Emperor did not expect that the dark fire in the heart of the Supervision Yuan was burned out with one finger by Chen Pingping, who was close to death. Therefore, the 10,000 elite troops of Qingguo who remained outside the Supervision Yuan did not come in handy. The masters who had forcibly entered the Seven Heavenly Prisons watched vigilantly, and they had not yet found the slightest sign of a rebellion in the Supervisory Yuan.

The ground is wet and dark. However, there were no traces of moss on the walls of all the stone steps, and it seems that the Seven Divisions of the Supervision Yuan took great care of this area. The pale yellow special oil torch burns outside the deepest prison building, shining brightly and clearly in the land of the Yellow Spring.

On the lowest floor, there are only two cells, which are carved out of the granite in the ground, and the walls behind them are a little deeper and thicker, and in front of the cells are heavy subway doors, which are not much thinner than the two iron doors at the entrance of the heavenly prisons.

This is the most eerie place in Qingguo, and few people are eligible to be locked up here. In the decades since the Supervision Institute was built, there has only been one person locked up in the deepest room on the first floor of Huangquan, and that person's name is Sean, who has been locked up for decades.

And today, Chen Pingping is also locked up here.

The iron door of the cell was not closed, and the light of the fire shone in, and all the arrangements in the cell could be clearly seen. A bed, a basin of water, a few things, not as one might think, only weeds and rats sludge, on the contrary, this cell is extremely clean, but it is so clean and simple that not even a cockroach can see one.

Chen Pingping was lying on the bed, breathing slowly, her eyes closed, and her gray hair lying haphazardly next to his face. Although the wound on the chest and abdomen had already been bandaged and healed by the imperial doctor, it was bleeding excessively, making the old man's face turn a miserable color. His breathing seemed to be extremely laborious, and with each inhalation, his somewhat shriveled chest struggled like an aging machine, and a bellows-like sound came out of his throat.

On the long wooden bench outside the cell, there were four people sitting in turn, Yan Bingyun, He Zongwei, eunuch, and eunuch.

These four people will keep looking at this old man, ensuring that the other party will not die, that the other party will not escape, that the other party will always maintain the current state of semi-coma and close to death, until tomorrow the court meeting is held, convicted, before the imperial city, under the gaze of all the people, to accept the wrath of His Majesty the Emperor.

Yan Bingyun's face was slightly pale, and he quietly looked at the old man on the bed, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart. He Zongwei glanced at him with an indifferent expression on the side, not very worried in his heart, at this time, the prison of the Supervision Yuan has been completely controlled by the military, even if there are any unstable factors within the Supervision Yuan, but he wants to kill to the bottom layer without a leader at all. It is completely impossible to rescue Chen Pingping.

Looking at Chen Pingping's dying body, He Zongwei's brows furrowed, and he felt a hint of coolness. The beginning of this incident was caused by his jealousy of Fan Xian, but the ending of this matter had nothing to do with him, his mind was slightly confused and awe-inspiring, and he didn't know how long he would have to go down on this black hole road. Even if it comes to the end, will it be like the old cripple in front of him, and there is still no way to end up with a whole corpse?

But He Zongwei must go on and take a fancy to him from His Majesty the Emperor. Let him stand on the opposite side of Fan Xian, and he will no longer be able to retreat. That's why he exclaimed in the palace, so as to confirm the charges of Chen Pingping and the Supervision Yuan, so that Fan Xian, who would not return to Beijing in the future, died because of Chen Pingping's tragic death. And go crazy.

All the civil and military generals in the Qingguo court, and the big shots are now worried that Fan Xian will go crazy, but He Zongwei hopes that Fan Xian will go crazy, if Fan Xian is really cold, under the imperial power, he doesn't care about Chen Pingping's rote memory and the humiliation suffered by the Supervision Yuan, then he will still be the one under one person and above ten thousand. The unstoppable Duke of Trando.

Such a vicious and indifferent Duke of Tangbo who will never be a Bo Gong is not the enemy He Zongwei wants to face. He Zongwei only hoped that Fan Xian was a young minister who was still hot-blooded, and he would turn his face with His Majesty because of this matter, and only that. Only when he stands behind His Majesty can he attain the glory and wealth of a lifetime.

Just when he couldn't stop pondering, Yan Bingyun suddenly spoke: "Master He, I don't know who those four people outside are. ”

He Zongwei glanced at Yan Bingyun, shook his head and did not answer. He knew that the other party was talking about the four wearing sackcloth. Mysterious figures in hats, these four people hold holy decrees. The authority is actually higher than that of the forbidden army, and it is specially responsible for guarding Chen Pingping, no one knows where such four masters were suddenly found in the palace, and He Zongwei didn't know, but he looked at Yan Bingyun and began to think about other things in his heart.

At that time, His Majesty changed the blood for the imperial court, and the seven gentlemen entered the palace, each of whom was carefully entrusted by His Majesty, except for Qin Heng, who was killed by the black-ridden silver-faced Jing Ge because of the family rebellion, the remaining six people have gradually shone in the court, and these young ministers are undoubtedly the preparations that Your Majesty has made for the future.

Among these six people, He Zongwei has the highest reputation and the highest status, and he is the leader, but looking at Yan Bingyun's cold face today, Scholar He is a little cold and faintly afraid in his heart.

What he fears most in his life is that he is good at choosing a strong camp, and is good at disguising himself, and when he needs to act, he is particularly ruthless. And today, Chen Pingping stabbed Jun, but Yan Bingyun had already done a lot of countermeasures within the Supervision Yuan, this fact made He Zongwei feel a little shocked, and found that this little Yan Gongzi turned out to be a cold-natured and extremely cold person, and it was obvious that the other party knew more about this matter than his own, in other words, His Majesty's trust in this person was vaguely above himself.

Yan Bingyun didn't notice what the popular scholar was thinking, he just looked at the old man in the cell quietly, with complex and calm eyes.

The old man has worked hard for Qingguo all his life, and has spent too much effort, plus he had been desperately torn apart on the battlefield in the early years, and he didn't know how many serious injuries he had suffered, and he was half paralyzed over the years, and his blood and qi were blocked.

Today in the imperial study, His Majesty the Emperor made a move with indignation, although he was hit hard, he still controlled his strength, but the celadon cup had also cut off Chen Pingping's life. Without saying anything from the imperial doctor, Yan Bingyun could also judge that the old dean's lifespan was over, if it weren't for the precious medicinal materials in the palace to support his life, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to wait for the opening of the Dharma field tomorrow, and the old dean would say goodbye to this world.

At the thought of this, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes that was extremely imperceptible.

At this moment, Chen Pingping's body, which had been unconscious, suddenly moved, and the imperial doctor hurriedly stepped forward to diagnose his pulse. After a long time, Chen Pingping opened her eyes with great difficulty, looked around, and seemed to confirm where she was first, but her dry lips were slightly upturned, and for some reason, she actually laughed.

Chen Pingping's eyes were very cloudy, and there was no brilliance anymore, he glanced at Yan Bingyun, very indifferent.

Yan Bingyun also glanced at him, also very indifferent.

I don't know how many years have passed in the mountains, I don't know how many years have passed, and those bright oil torches are still burning at the cost of life. The people who had not slept all night in the prison of the Supervision Yuan all felt an uncontrollable sense of exhaustion after the most tense night.

He Zongwei rubbed his eyes, subconsciously looked out the window, but saw a stone wall, and then he thought that he was deep in the ground at this time, and smiled self-deprecatingly. At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the stone steps behind the cell, and with these footsteps, the little eunuch who announced the decree came to the periphery of the cell.

He Zongwei's face was solemn, the imperial doctor's expression was relaxed, the eunuch waiting here had a tight expression, but Yan Bingyun was still expressionless, and the people who were in charge of guarding the prisoner Chen Pingping knew.

The hour has finally arrived. I shine on all the buildings of Keikoku Kyoto warmly. The cadres who walked out of the prison stood in the morning light, each subconsciously squinted their eyes, and after a night of nervousness, nothing happened in the end, whether it was He Zongwei or Yan Bingyun, and even those forbidden soldiers who were in charge of guarding and guarding, they all felt that their spirits were exhausted to the extreme.

He Zongwei waved his hand lightly, and among the hundreds of forbidden guards in full armor, a black carriage stopped at the door of the prison, and Chen Pingping, who was still lying on a stretcher, carried it up again.

Yan Bingyun squinted at the Huanghuang Imperial City over there, knowing that the court meeting had already begun, and the ministers of those ministries must be indignantly denouncing Chen Pingping's rebellion in the Taiji Palace, and those civil servants had been preparing for many years to charge them, and they finally had the opportunity to put them on the neck of the old black dog.

Chen Pingping, a prisoner, was carried out of the prison and walked towards the road of death, and the surrounding sergeants solemnly and nervously assigned the task of guarding and guarding. Yan Bingyun and his closest subordinates of the Supervision Yuan fell behind, and then heard a message.

The old servant who had been by Chen Pingping's side for decades, and the old servant who drove Chen Pingping back to Beijing in a carriage, was also imprisoned in the prison of the Supervision Yuan last night, and at this time, knowing that the master he had served for decades was about to enter the court, the old servant committed suicide by hitting the wall in the prison, and blood was smeared all over the walls.

Hearing this news, Yan Bingyun's eyes were slightly wet, but he forcibly endured it, raised his face, and stopped looking at the imperial city, so as not to shed tears mixed with complex emotions in front of so many people.

He looked up, and saw countless rain clouds rushing into the sky above Kyoto, covering the red sun that had just risen behind him, and allowing a dark shadow to cover the green trees of the city.

It's another autumn rain, and it's about to fall.

(I felt a little bad at writing, or I didn't dare to write, so I had to stop here...... The chapter name appeared, and the chapter name that had been saved for half a year was probably the only thing in this chapter that could convince me, and it would be better tomorrow. ）