The Jinyiwei Prison was located in the subordinate Beizhenfusi.
The Northern Pacification Office was directly led by Lu Bing, the commander of the Imperial Guard, and was also a symbol of the highest power of the Imperial Guard. In the Ming Dynasty, the most powerful person in the Imperial Guard was not determined by who had the highest official title, but by who was in charge of the Northern Pacification Office. Whoever was in charge of the Northern Pacification Office was the actual controller of the Imperial Guard.
When Zhu Ping'an arrived at the Northern Pacification Prison, most of the sunset had already slowly fallen below the horizon.
Even though Zhu Ping'an showed his fifth-rank badge, the officer on duty at the Northern Pacification Division's Imperial Prison still tried to obstruct him after learning that he was here to visit Yang Jisheng. It was not until Zhu Ping'an stuffed a small ingot of about five taels of silver into his pocket that the officer reluctantly allowed Zhu Ping'an to enter. However, even so, he only gave Zhu Ping'an the time to visit for a stick of incense.
This was Zhu Ping'an's first time entering the Jinyiwei prison.
After entering the imperial prison, Zhu Ping'an's first feeling was darkness, his second feeling was cold, and his third feeling was terror.
The Shuntian Prefecture Prison that Zhu Ping'an had visited before could be called a paradise compared to the Beizhenfu Prison.
The Northern Pacification Prison can definitely be called hell.
Because it is built underground, or it is a semi-underground building, only the main entrance of the prison is built on the ground, and the rest of the main structure is underground. Not even a bit of sunlight can get in, and black is the main color inside.
Zhu Ping'an entered the Jinyiwei prison in the dim afterglow of the setting sun. He was not yet able to adapt to the darkness of the prison. As soon as he entered the prison, it was pitch black in front of him. He squinted his eyes before he adapted to the dimness of the prison.
Then, waves of creepy coldness came from the ground, and Zhu Pingan couldn't help but shiver.
As soon as he entered the main gate of the prison, there was a long staircase leading down to the ground. Zhu Ping'an walked down the staircase under the guidance of the prison guard. Zhu Ping'an counted and found that there were a total of 68 steps.
Only after reaching the end of the stairs did Zhu Ping'an truly enter the Northern Pacification Prison.
Look inside through the eerie passage.
This is a huge and complex underground world, winding and twisting like a honeycomb, with torture chambers and prison cells distributed throughout. The prison has no windows, no natural light, and only weak candlelight and grease lamps. The walls are made of bluestone bricks, very thick, and covered with damp moss.
Walking along the passage, one can hear shrill screams and the creepy sounds of torture instruments from time to time. Each sound is more eerie and terrifying than the most terrifying horror movie soundtrack in the world, and the shrillness penetrates the bone marrow.
"Ah... I admit it, I admit it..."
"Master Zhao, please don't rush to confess. It won't be too late for you to confess after I show you all these little cuties... These are all my painstaking works. Come, come, let's try this 'small lingchi' this time. What is small lingchi? It is a partial lingchi different from 'lingchi'. For example, fingers, hehe, Master Zhao might as well guess first, how many times can I cut your little finger... I'll tell you a secret, my master's highest record is 158 cuts on one little finger, what do you think?"
"I confess, I confess... Please, stop..."
"Master Zhao, look at you, you are not behaving well again. Didn't I just say that we are not in a hurry to confess... Everyone who has entered our Northern Pacification Prison will confess, so why should we be in a hurry? Be good, Master Zhao, guess how many knives I can cut?"
On the way, he passed a torture chamber. The above conversation, mixed with the creepy screams, reached Zhu Ping'an's ears, making him feel uncomfortable all over. Through the door of the torture chamber that was not closed tightly, Zhu Ping'an saw the disheveled, ragged, and inhuman-looking prisoners being executed by an elegant prison guard... ...
"Zhang Butcher, you better close the door tightly." The jailer who led Zhu Ping'an forward seemed to be very familiar with the elegant jailer who was carrying out the execution inside. He leaned forward and cursed him as a greeting, then closed the door of the torture room tightly.
Then
The sounds inside were completely isolated.
Zhang the butcher
I wonder if this is a nickname or a real name? Zhu Pingan thought casually.
"Haha, Lord Zhu, this way please."
After finishing all this with ease, the jailer who led the way continued to lead Zhu Ping'an forward.
After turning two corners and looking at dozens of prison cells, the jailer who led the way stopped and pointed to the narrow passage in front and said to Zhu Ping'an, "Master Zhu, follow this path and go in. The cell on the right is Yang Jisheng's cell. One stick of incense, no more, no less. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to handle this."
"Thank you, Mr. Li." Zhu Ping'an nodded and handed a piece of silver to the jailer.
It is easier to deal with the King of Hell than with the little devils. Zhu Ping'an knew this truth very well. He coaxed these jailers so that it would be easier for him to visit Senior Brother Yang in the Imperial Prison in the future. In addition, Senior Brother Yang would suffer less torture here.
"Haha, Lord Zhu, you are too polite. It's almost time, I'll call you again." The jailer flipped his palm skillfully and shook the silver coins into his sleeves. Feeling the weight in his sleeves, the jailer smiled like a flower.
Zhu Ping'an smiled and bowed to the jailer, then turned and walked towards the passage.
Huh
Is there anyone else in there
As I walked in, I heard the voices of Senior Brother Yang and another person talking.
"Brother Yang, your body has been badly injured. I'm afraid you will be beaten with a stick in court tomorrow. I'm worried that your body can't bear it. You should save this snake gall and eat it before the court trial tomorrow. You can reduce the pain by beating it in court during the trial. Brother Yang, please keep this pot of wine and eat it with the snake gall tomorrow..."
A man's voice came from inside.
"Haha, thank you for your kindness, brother Wang. You can keep the wine, but you don't have to keep the snake gall. I, Yang Jisheng, don't have anything else, but I definitely have gall. I, Yang Jisheng, have my own gall, so why would I need the snake gall?"
As soon as the man in front finished speaking, Yang Jisheng's cheerful voice came out from inside.
This is a classic node in history.
Brother Wang, snake gall, I, Yang Jisheng, have the courage myself... ... After listening to the above conversation, Zhu Ping'an knew in his heart that he had once again witnessed history.
"Brother Yang, you..."
The man surnamed Wang was about to say something else, but when he heard footsteps coming from the corridor, his words stopped abruptly.
Yang Jisheng's voice also stopped.
"Senior Brother Yang, it's me, Zhu Ping'an." Zhu Ping'an explained, and walked over without stopping. He first bowed to Yang Jisheng in the cell, and then bowed to the man named Wang who was visiting him in prison.
"Zihou, why are you here?" Yang Jisheng was very surprised. He was moved at first, but then he was worried that Zhu Ping'an would be implicated by him, so he shook his head stubbornly, "This is a place of trouble. Go back and don't come here again. I'm fine. There's food and drink here. I'm fine."