Four years of Tianwu.

The emperor granted amnesty to the world.

Tax reduction.

Recruit talents, give advice to the imperial court, and sweep away the rebels.

The Tang Dynasty, which was originally stormy, seems to have swept away the decadence and has a thriving trend.

Under the call of the imperial court, many people came to Longdu, no matter what the background is, as long as they are martial artists and can serve the imperial court, they can be appreciated by the imperial court and get an official position.

Of course, the positions that the lower third-rank martial artists can get are basically just some minor official ranks, and the imperial court has integrated them together to form an army of bandits, which is specially used to deal with the Red Lotus Sect's rebels.

Many people felt deceived and left Longdu overnight.

Jiang Feng continued to be in Zhenbei Prison as his little prison head.

As long as Zhenbei Prison is still there, Datang will not fall, what the dragon will become, and what the emperor has this year's habits, it has nothing to do with him.

In Jiang Feng's heart, if he can live steadily and earn a little luck every few days, he will be satisfied.

On this day, he made his rounds on the third floor.

Suddenly, he saw one of Wang Bantou's jailers, stretched his hand into a cell, saw him coming, hurriedly withdrew his hand, and stood up, wanting to leave the cell.

Jiang Feng was silent.

"Jiang Prison Head."

The other party said hello.

"How!"

Jiang Feng had a saber at his waist, out of the sheath and into the sheath.

In front of the jailer, a cold light flashed.

Before I felt any pain, I saw the little finger of my right hand fall to the ground.

"Prison Boss Jiang, the little one doesn't dare."

The little jailer hurriedly knelt down.

"Pick up your fingers, go find the prison doctor to pick them up, get out!"

Jiang Feng said coldly.

"Thank you, Prison Chief."

The little jailer thanked Dade, picked up his finger, dripped blood all the way, and quickly disappeared.

Jiang Feng glanced at the cell.

Inside was a man covered in bruises.

The little jailer reached in and grabbed a back molar made of gold.

The man here is a deputy commander who has failed to suppress bandits, and he doesn't know what to do with the little jailer when he pulls out his back molars.

Jiang Feng didn't ask.

Don't want to ask.

Just teach the little jailer a lesson, and don't see the rest.

That is, he taught the little jailer a lesson, let him have a longer memory, don't make trouble for himself, and let the man understand that it is within his duty to teach the little jailer a lesson, and he turns a blind eye to your deeds, because he doesn't want to be your enemy, and hopes that you will do it yourself.

After Jiang Feng left.

The man sighed and silently stuffed the gold tooth back into his mouth.

Jiang Feng looks at the panel information.

Name: Feng Jiang

Luck: 9621

Exercises: Jailer's Health Preservation Exercise (Perfection)

Skills: Jailer's Long Fist (Xiaocheng +) Archery (Mastery +) Monkey Escape (Dacheng +)

Realm: Four Grades (Refining)

Divine powers: Immortality

In the past few months, there has been nothing to do, and the luck value has only been growing slowly.

It has just increased by more than a hundred.

It seems that even if the man and the little jailer reach a deal, it will not bring much risk to Jiang Feng, maybe it is just a little jailer, and it is not necessary to bring a word to his family.

But even so.

Once there are signs of danger.

If it should be destroyed, it must be destroyed, Jiang Feng can't joke with himself.

At this time, he went to another row of cells to check.

As soon as I entered, I saw that Ma Bantou under his hand had sent some things into a cell with luxurious specifications, like a small courtyard.

Jiang Feng walked over silently.

Ma Bantou saw him and smiled at him.

Jiang Feng didn't stop and came to another row of cells, turning a blind eye to Ma Bantou's behavior.

The cell where Ma Bantou sent things into was imprisoned by the teacher of the second prince.

The day before yesterday in the Imperial Garden, the emperor met the second prince by chance, and he came up with a question at random, and the results of the second prince's answer made the emperor unsatisfied.

Grounded by the emperor for three months.

If the teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy.

The teacher of the second prince was also implicated and was punished and imprisoned in Zhenbei Prison for a month.

When the old man came in.

Han Dong personally greeted him at the door.

specially instructed Jiang Feng to treat him well, Jiang Feng did not dare to slack off, and personally cleaned the cell where the old man was held.

Ma Bantou was waiting in front of the saddle and behind the horse, and learned that the old man liked to read the history of the rivers and lakes, and went to the black market to buy a few copies, and the two books that were sent in just now were the two books of the history of the rivers and lakes.

That's why Jiang Feng turned a blind eye to the scene just now.

Although he is only a small head of Zhenbei Prison.

But in fact, in the huge whirlpool of officialdom, human feelings and sophistication are indispensable.

It is a routine operation to observe words and looks, and to slap horses.

In the face of those dignitaries and nobles who were just going through the motions on the third layer, Jiang Feng was relaxed and adhered to his own principles, that is, he did not offend them, and he kept a distance from them.

As for those repeat offenders, Jiang Feng will be more cautious, guard the bottom line, strictly guard against death, watch over his subordinates, and don't cause trouble for himself.

After inspecting it, Jiang Feng returned to the workshop and handled all the things that should be handled.

Not much.

The sky was getting darker.

It was also when Jiang Feng returned from the shift, he told his subordinates a few words, and then walked out of Zhenbei Prison.

"Commander Han."

As soon as he got out of prison, a carriage stopped, and Han Dong got out of the car.

It was just a few days after the Chinese New Year.

It's still snowing in Longdu.

The snow on the ground was five or six centimeters.

Han Dong was dressed in a thin green coat, combed a long ponytail, she was as light as a swallow, and her feet stepped on the snow, leaving only shallow footprints.

Jiang Feng felt that Han Dong seemed to have changed.

It's the kind of change that goes from the inside out.

seems to have changed from a strong outsider to a master with profound internal skills.

He was shocked, Han Dong broke through, and from a middle third-grade martial artist to an upper third-grade martial artist.

That insurmountable chasm, Han Dong finally stepped on it and became a third-grade god refining powerhouse.

"Let's go, come with me to the tavern for a drink."

Han Dong didn't expect to meet Jiang Feng at the gate of Zhenbei Prison, thinking that the two had the same ambition, and now that their strength had broken through, they hadn't found anyone to celebrate, since they had met, then Jiang Feng.

"My lord, your complexion today is different from the past."

Jiang Feng didn't dare to refuse, followed behind Han Dong, and pretended to be confused.

"Tell me, what's the difference."

Han Dong asked the groom to move the carriage away and walked on the snow with Jiang Feng.

The snow is still falling.

When the snowflake landed a foot above Han Dong's head, it would automatically bounce away, as if it was blocked by an invisible force of qi and blood.

"My subordinates can't talk about it, I always feel that the adults are haunted by good luck, otherwise how can I invite my subordinates to drink."

Jiang Feng followed behind Han Dong and said with a grin.

"Jiang Feng, I think you are honest and reliable, don't cause trouble, usually when you are outside, we can get along with friends, I hate your way of pretending to be confused."

Han Dong suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Your Excellency...... I. ”

Jiang Feng was speechless for a while.

"You know, I broke through, right?"

Han Dong looked at Jiang Feng, and there seemed to be a stream of qi and blood invisibly, surging towards Jiang Feng.