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 the emperor's majesty has played an extremely powerful 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, and the level of this prison has gradually surpassed the Dali Temple of the Criminal Department, and has become a veritable prison.

The prison is near the Supervision Yuan, and if you go out through the main entrance of the square yīn forest 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 went down, the air became more and more stagnant, the lights became more and more dim, and although there was good ventilation equipment below, the mixture of yīn filth for decades always gave birth to an inexplicable feeling of horror and suffocation.

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 on both sides of the separate road leading to the bottom layer, there are four strangers wearing 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 the emperor in the palace.

Chen Pingping, the assassin of Junqin, was imprisoned at the bottom of the prison at this time, and perhaps even this amazing terrorist figure, when he set up this prison, he never thought that one day, he would be imprisoned.

The emperor remanded Chen Pingping to the Supervision Yuan, not imprisoned in the palace, nor placed in the wall of Dali Temple, and his thoughts were very clear, if the Supervision Yuan really pitied his old dean and was willing to rescue him at any cost, then staying in this prison could see more clearly the thoughts of the officials of the Supervision Yuan.

If there are enemies in the world, let them jump out earlier, higher. Emperor Ziru Qing, from the first day he sat on the dragon chair, has been acting in this way, including the siege of Dadongshan three years ago, the Kyoto rebellion, all of which are the same. This kind of self-confidence to the point of arrogance, and suspiciousness to the point of being similar to seduction, is probably only used by Emperor Xià, a monster who has two of the top horns in the world.

However, His Majesty did not expect that the fire in the heart of the Supervision Yuan would be burned out with one finger by Chen Pingping, who was about to die, so the 10,000 Qingguo Rui troops stationed outside the Supervision Yuan did not come in handy, and the masters who forcibly stationed in the Seven Heavenly Prisons looked around, and did not find the slightest sign of the rebellion of the Supervision Yuan.

The ground is damp and dark, but there are no traces of moss on all the stone steps and walls, and it seems that the Seventh Division of the Supervision Yuan has taken great care of this place. The pale yellow special oil torches burned outside the deepest prison building, illuminating the dark yellow spring land clearly.

On the lowest floor, there were only two cells, which were carved out of the granite of the earth, and the walls were a little deeper and thicker, and in front of the cells were heavy iron doors, which were not much thinner than the two iron doors at the gates of the heavenly prisons.

This is the most yīn forest place in Qingguo, and few people are qualified 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 pale. His breathing seemed to be extremely difficult, and with each inhalation, his somewhat shriveled chest struggled a few times, making a bellows-like sound in 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, and that the other party will always maintain the current state of semi-coma and close to death, until the Ming Dynasty has a court meeting, convicted, and before the imperial city, under the gaze of all the people, to accept the wrath of the emperor.

Yan Bingyun's face was slightly pale, and he looked at the old man on the bed quietly, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart. He Zongwei glanced at him with an indifferent expression on the side, and he was not very worried in his heart, at this time, the prison of the Supervision Yuan had been completely controlled by the military, even if there were any unstable factors within the Supervision Yuan, but it was completely impossible to kill the lowest layer without a leader at all, and 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 because of 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, I don't know how long it will take for him to continue to go down on this black hole road, and 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 had to go on, and since the emperor took a fancy to him and let him stand on the opposite side of Fan Xian, he could no longer retreat. That's why he exclaimed in the palace, trying to confirm the charges of Chen Pingping and the Supervision Yuan, so that Fan Xian, who did not return to Beijing later, would go crazy because of Chen Pingping's tragic death.

All the civil and military generals in the Qingguo court, 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, above ten thousand people, and the invincible Duke of Bo.

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 hot-blooded young minister, and he would turn his face with His Majesty because of this matter, and only in this way could he stand behind His Majesty and gain 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 didn't answer, he knew that the other party was talking about the four mysterious people wearing sackcloth and hats, these four people were holding holy decrees, and their authority was even higher than that of the forbidden army, and they were specifically responsible for guarding Chen Pingping, no one knew where they suddenly found such four masters 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 them 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 made by His Majesty for the future.

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

What he fears most in this life is that he is good at choosing a strong camp like himself, and he is good at disguising himself, and when he needs to act, he is particularly ruthless. Now that Chen Pingping stabbed Jun, 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 Xiao Yan Gongzi turned out to be a cold and extremely cold person, and it was obvious that the other party knew more about this matter than himself, in other words, His Majesty's trust in this person was vaguely above himself.

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

The old man spent too much effort for Qingguo all his life, and he had worked the battlefield in his 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, 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, and the eunuch who was waiting here had a tight expression, but Yan Bingyun was still expressionless, and the people who were in charge of guarding Chen Pingping knew.

The hour has finally arrived.

............ A touch of red in the east has jumped out of the clouds, shining warmly on all the buildings in Kyoto. Standing in the morning light, the cadres who walked out of the heavenly prison and others subconsciously narrowed their eyes, and they were nervous all night, but 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 the god jīng was extremely tired.

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, was lifted 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 showed a slight wetness, but he forcibly endured it, raised his face, and stopped looking at the imperial city, so as not to shed tears in front of so many people.

He looked up, and then saw countless rain clouds coming for no reason, quickly piling up into the sky above Kyoto, covering the newly rising red rì tightly behind him, allowing a dark cloud to shroud the green trees of the buildings in the city.

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