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This rich boy naturally wouldn't go around like Xu Changan entering the city, he went directly to the south of the city and entered a small alley.

Most of the people living in the south of the city are poor.

The rich boy didn't have too many scruples, and he hurried towards the south of the city.

Occasionally, someone stopped to look at the rich boy and wondered how he could go to the slums in the south of the city, but no one would ask. The poor are too busy to take care of themselves, where will they care about others, and the rich probably know that Nanfeng will eventually be broken, and they begin to endanger themselves, and they have no heart to pay attention to others.

The rich boy took out a map from his arms, which was a layout map of Nanfeng City, a small square piece of paper, naturally he couldn't draw all the streets, and it was good to be able to roughly see the direction on it.

The rich boy took this piece of paper and had a headache.

He couldn't wait to take out his pen and ink to redraw it, he sighed, looked at the red dots on the paper, and looked at the dilapidated thatched house in front of him, a little suspicious.

"Dead old man, you stole Lao Tzu's bed board again. Where do you let Lao Tzu sleep in the future? Every once in a while, I will come to see Lao Tzu's bed board. An old poor man in a very dirty linen garment walked out of the door and went to the other room, which was what he called the bedroom of the dead old man.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of noisy voices came out, and finally ended with the poor Confucian covering his nose and scolding out of the door.

"You wait, Lao Tzu must steal your purple nanmu and throw it into the toilet another day!"

The poor Confucian stepped back, for fear that the old man would come out and give him another kick, but his mouth was unforgiving.

While he was guarding carefully, his calves were slightly bent, ready to slip away when he saw that the situation was wrong, but on the other hand, he kept scolding.

The rich boy looked at this scene, and secretly laughed in his heart, probably this is a typical "cowardice".

But his brow furrowed even more as he chuckled.

He couldn't believe that this person was the one he was looking for, but no matter how ugly the map was, it pointed here.

When the poor Confucian saw this young man, he immediately shouted: "Where did you come from, rich boy, don't think that I won't dare to beat you if you are well dressed!" This poor sour seems to have been bullied by the old man, and he is feeling aggrieved in his heart, and he happened to see this thin young man laughing at himself, so he was even more angry, and just dispersed his fire.

The poor Confucian boy rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the rich young man.

"I'm here to ask for a drink!

The poor Confucian was stunned for a moment, and then said: "There is no water, only wine, go quickly." ”

"I don't know what kind of wine there is?" As soon as these words came out, the poor Confucian put away the impatience on his face, and immediately said: "I am here, there are Fushui Spring, Ruoxia Spring, Earth Kiln Spring, Stone Frozen Spring, Pine Mash Spring, Bamboo Leaf Spring, Pear Blossom Spring, and Luofu Spring, I don't know which one you want?"

The latter shook his head and said, "These wines are available everywhere in ordinary shops, so why should I come to you!"

"And what wine do you want?" asked the poor Confucian rhetorically.

"These wines always have the word 'spring' in their names, which is flashy. I'm here for one kind of wine!" he paused and continued, "All I need is a pot of homesick plum wine!"

The old poor heart was pounding, a little excited, after waiting for so many years, he was finally going to wait.

He took a deep breath and touched his chest to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Whose hometown do you think about, and where do you think about the wine?"

"Thinking of the hometown of thousands of people, thinking of Chang'an's wine!" As soon as these words came out, the old poor and sour couldn't care about the dirty hands, and pulled the young man past him and walked into the house.

Then he immediately pulled the old man and bowed down to the rich young man.

The young man helped the two of them up, and then carefully examined the two of them.

The old poor sour was wearing a linen coat, there were a lot of oil stains on the cuffs, a mouthful of big yellow teeth was exposed, he was wearing a student's clothes, and his hair was also in a good bun, but this temperament was like a scoundrel, where was the temperament of a scholar.

The other old man was quite ordinary, like the old man next door, but his hooked nose was a little cloudy. "Just the two of you?"

The young man couldn't believe it.

The poor Confucian nodded and said, "The two of us are in charge of the intelligence of Nanfeng City, I don't know who the envoy is?"

The poor Confucian wanted to determine the identity of the young man.

The rich young man put down the baggage, revealing a few silver guns inside, then took out a token from his bosom and handed it over.

When the poor Confucian and the old man saw the token with the word "Jiang" written on it, they were immediately shocked, and they bowed together: "Subordinates participate in the general!"

Then he cautiously asked: "The general came this time, I don't know why, if the general has an order, just arrange someone to come at will, why take the risk yourself?"

The young man no longer concealed it, rubbed his face, and then slowly tore off a layer of skin, revealing Jiang Ming's true face.

"You are the spies that the Holy Emperor and my stepfather planted in Nanfeng?" Jiang Ming asked lightly.

"General Hui, yes, I have been waiting for the two of us in Nanfeng City for more than ten years, and it is the first time that they have connected. The poor Confucian asked respectfully.

"Did you forget your identity?"

When the old poor sour heard this, he was immediately shocked.

"The subordinates don't dare, in the past ten years, the two subordinates have been lurking in this Nanfeng City conscientiously, and they don't dare to slack off. ”

Jiang Ming sat down and motioned for the two who were half-kneeling on the ground to stand up.

"Then do you know Guo Anlin?"

The old poor nodded sourly, and immediately replied: "Of course I know, this person was originally a staff member of Shen Fengyuan, I don't know what he committed, he was skinned by Liu Chenglang, and now he is hanging in the prison in the south of the city." ”

Jiang Ming was a little surprised, it seemed that the two didn't know Guo Anlin.

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, and Chen Ping became more and more mysterious in his heart.

This Guo Anlin is Chen Ping's person, but his father-in-law and the spies of the Holy Emperor don't know Guo Anlin, so could it be ......

Jiang Ming didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to delve into it, after all, in the final analysis, no matter which side this Guo Anlin belonged to, after all, it was for them that he lost his life, and he had the responsibility to help him no matter what.

"Then are there any strange people in Nanfeng recently, especially going to Guo Anlin?" Jiang Ming asked lightly.

The hook-nosed old man immediately replied: "Yes! Recently, Shen Fengyuan was going to bring a group of people into the prison, and I felt that he should be going for Guo Anlin, and I ......" He paused, and he didn't know whether to say something or not.

"Say it!"

"I met a young man from out of town, his disguise is very rough in the eyes of our connoisseurs, and he has been wandering at the door of the prison, and it seems that he still has some agreement with Shen Fengyuan, but I am not sure. ”

The old man said, peeking at the young general.

"Shen Fengyuan?" Jiang Ming felt that the name was somewhat familiar.

"It's the son of Shen Jiangcheng, the Taishou of Nanfeng, but his father is a celebrity, and his son is not a good thing!"

Jiang Ming must now know more about this Nanfeng City.

"Oh, how do you say?"

"He is greedy for vanity, and his subordinates suspect that the death of his subordinate Guo Anlin was because he betrayed him!" said the old man through gritted teeth.

Jiang Ming was a very sharp person, and immediately asked, "You are very familiar with Guo Anlin?"

The old man replied respectfully: "I can't say that I am very familiar, but when Guo's staff was arrested, his subordinates were a corpse collector in Nanfeng Prison, and I had a brief chat with him." ”

"What about others?"

"A pure Confucian student, his speech and demeanor are extraordinary!"

Jiang Ming nodded, he was already sure that the young man he met was Xu Changan, but now he didn't know where Xu Changan went, so he had to find him as soon as possible.

He thought for a moment, and then asked, "You said that Shen Fengyuan was going to bring a group of people into the prison recently, when did you say that?"

Since Xu Changan knew that Shen Fengyuan was going to enter the prison, Xu Changan would definitely not let go of this opportunity, Jiang Ming decided to go in together when the time came, and he would secretly take care of Xu Changan, there should be no problem.

"Just now, I guess I've already gone in at this time!" the old man replied sincerely.

"Oops!" Jiang Ming said secretly, picked up the baggage, quickly put on the human skin mask, asked the location of the Nanfeng prison, and ran over.

......

A group of more than 20 people slowly entered the prison.

The prison is divided into two levels, the upper one is occupied by insignificant prisoners, and the lower one is different.

There was only one story above the ground, and a prison had been dug out below.

Xu Changan and the others naturally swept past the upper floor and walked directly towards the lower floor.

Dark, damp.

They had only taken a few steps down the stairs when a gust of wind blew behind them, sending chills down their backs.

Although Shen Fengyuan and his guards had been in and out many times, they still couldn't help but shudder, not to mention those civilians who came in for the first time.

All the way down, about two or three meters, they finally saw the real gate of this dungeon.

It's just that what makes them chill is that a piece of human skin is nailed to the top, and when the wind blows, it keeps swaying, coupled with those candle flames that are uncertain, many people almost want to run away, and even many people are frightened and dare not continue to move forward.

The corners of Shen Fengyuan's mouth hooked up a smile.

"Everyone, go on, if you don't want your relatives to do the same, hurry up and go in and persuade well!"

As he spoke, he swept directly over the human skin and walked down.

Rao is like this, ordinary people still dare not move forward.

Xu Changan took a deep look at the human skin, gritted his teeth, and took the lead in following.

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