Cai Fu can tell that this is a kind of temperament, the kind of big man like Fan Zhixu, the secretary of the Criminal Department, is such a fan when eating, Yang Zhi should have encountered a lot of things over the years, and his cultivation is a bit hot. Yang Zhi drank most of the porridge, although he didn't feel full, but he didn't need to be reminded by Cai Fu, Yang Zhi didn't dare to drink it, people who were hungry sometimes broke their stomachs, and it happened when they didn't feel full. Yang Zhi put down the pot and chopsticks and asked, "Jiejie, what is the current situation?"

Cai Fu smiled bitterly, now the good deeds of Bianliang City have painted a portrait of this unlucky little dragon for people to hunt for curiosity, and the more they paint, the more they paint, the city is full of wind and rain for a while; Lin Lingsu even said in the court that after slaying the dragon, it will be retributed by God, and a large group of Lin Lingsu's believers are crowded at the gate of the prison, just waiting to see the true face of the surviving blue-faced beast, what kind of demonic character, dare to bring disaster to the people of Bianliang.

Yang Zhi held back the sadness and helplessness in his heart, and returned an understanding smile, even later generations will know that in the feudal dynasty, the dragon is the symbol of the emperor, and another meaning of dragon slaughter is rebellion. Cai Fu thought about it, got up to see that there was no one outside the cell, turned around and whispered: "The dragons drawn by everyone are legless. ”

Without feet, it is the legendary clawless dragon, Yang Zhi was overjoyed when he heard it, the court was taboo, the five-clawed dragon represents the emperor, and the dragon without claws is not a dragon, at most it is between a half-dragon and a half-snake, Yang Zhi thanked in a low voice: "Section-level great grace, let Yang report later." ”

Cai Fu said indifferently: "Brother Yang, I respect you as a good man, and it will be up to you to create it yourself." ”

While the two were talking, the jailer outside exclaimed, the sound was like thunder, Cai Fu ran out, and after a while, he ran back, and said with a panicked face: "Heavy rain, heavy rain." ”

Yang Zhi had already seen from the high skylight, thunder and rain roared, the rain burst into the cell, and soon the confluence was formed, the adobe loess wall was wet in a moment, and the water flowed in along the crack in the wall, and there was a torrential rain outside; Yang Zhi understood his situation, but there was no way but to comfort Cai Fu and said: "It is destined to delay Cai Jie's time, there are other things to do at the Jiejie, so get busy." ”

Cai Fu looked at Yang Zhi, turned his head and walked out of Yang Zhi's cell, there are really a lot of things to do in the prison, the front prison of the palace is full of prisoners from the army, there are too many unruly people, and they don't care about life and death, even if they are in prison, they dare to beat people if they don't agree with each other. If there were not a few fights in the prison every day, Cai Fu and the jailers would feel uncomfortable.

Yang Zhi did not expect that the heavy rain was like a note, it rained for seven days in one breath, there was no pause in the middle, Yang Zhi lay on the bed board, or struggled to get up and staggered around, he could hear the people in the corridor and the left and right cells, it is said that the houses of the residents of Bianliang were all submerged, and the water outside the city was more than ten zhang high;

The strange thing is that Yang Zhi's memory in the Northern Song Dynasty did not become clear with the improvement of Yang Zhi's body, and he always stayed between Yang Zhi's entry into martial arts and eating strange snakes, and he couldn't find the impression of Liangshan, but he remembered that Wang Lun and Lin Chong came, Wang Lun was a gangster who liked to dress up as a scholar, and he looked a little elusive; Lin Chong was a colleague under Ying Feng's bureau and had a good personal relationship. Yang Zhi shook his head, as if there was a hand in his brain that was constantly slapping Yang Zhi's condensation and tracking of memories.

There was a sound of footsteps, the cell door opened, it was the prisoner cleaning the toilet, the footsteps were so even, it was obvious that he was a skilled hand, Yang Zhi squinted his eyes, pretending to look aimlessly, and a slender back came into view. The back is so familiar, Yang Zhi only felt a thorn in his heart, sweat on his body was like rain, and another part of Yang Zhi's memory came to mind;

The prisoner turned around and was a kind-eyed old man in his fifties, and asked kindly, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Zhi opened his mouth, looking tired and expressing that he was uncomfortable, the old prisoner pretended to be puzzled and looked at Yang Zhi, before he walked to the door of the iron fence gate and called someone, just the moment the old prisoner turned around, Yang Zhi caught a glimpse of the cold light flashing in the old prisoner's eyes. The cold light was so compelling, it didn't look like the eyes that an old man could have at his age.

The jailer outside the door quickly rushed in, and after a while, Lang Zhong from the prison and Cai Qing, the head of the small cell, ran together, and the old prisoner left with the toilet and followed the jailer; Lang Zhong checked Yang Zhi, Lang Zhong shook his head and said: "I am still evil, my body is weak, and my pulse is very good in all aspects, so I will talk about it after I get some sleep." ”

Yang Zhi agreed: "I felt a little tired, and suddenly I was sweating profusely, but as soon as I sweated, I felt much better." ”

Cai Qing is a handsome and beautiful young man, a black uniform can't hide the sunshine of the little tender meat, and sighed: "Yang Zhi, don't scare me, there are prisoners who come to your room today, otherwise no one will know, if you die before you pass the hall, there will be not one or two people to be buried." ”

In prison, no matter how heroic Yang Zhi is, he is just a prisoner, Cai Qing is Cai Fu's younger brother, he is high, and he speaks without hindrance; Yang Zhi tried to make amends: "There are two Lao, and the prisoner just now, by the way, Lord Cai, what is his name?"

He called. Cai Qing's face changed, and he rushed out like crazy, and the sharp whistle echoed throughout the cell, followed by Cai Qing's sharp scream: "Someone has slipped into the cell." ”

Lang Zhong smiled and said: "The blue-faced beast really lives up to its name, and the old man has the same surname as you, called Yang Jie." ”

"Sizhou Yang a knife. Yang Zhi exclaimed, the first work of the Great Song Gongmen can not only trace clues from the dead, it is said that Yang Jie's scalpel can be compared with Hua Tuo, so that the patient can be reborn with a broken arm. Yang Jie shook his head with a smile and said: "I just arrived at the prison and am looking at your medical records, according to the records, you suddenly woke up after three hours of death, and even the autopsy was examined, and the death conclusion was clearly made, but I didn't expect you to just fake your death in shock." ”

Yang Zhi didn't know Yang Jie's intentions, so he could only not answer, Yang Jie said to himself: "I just probed your pulse, calm and powerful, even if you haven't recovered, it should be no problem to do it with someone; ”

Yang Zhi's face was calm as usual, as if he was listening to someone else's story, Yang Jie seemed to have just realized that he was talking about the case with the prisoner, stood up and said: "Occupational disease, Yang Yingying is not to blame." ”