"Haha, Senior Brother has the courage, but does he lack safety?"
Zhu Pingan couldn't help but smile and shook his head after hearing what Yang Jisheng said, and asked a joking question to show his attitude. Zhu Pingan knew that Yang Jisheng drove him away because he was worried that he would be implicated by him.
Use my spear to attack my shield.
After hearing Zhu Ping'an's joke, Yang Jisheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. After understanding Zhu Ping'an's attitude and determination, he no longer stubbornly urged Zhu Ping'an to leave.
"You are the top scholar Zhu Ping'an? After meeting him today, I can see that he is indeed a hero at a young age. He is young and promising, and he is not afraid of power. Seeing is believing. I am Wang Lin, and I have been friends with Brother Yang for many years. We are also colleagues in the Ministry of War."
Wang Lin, who was originally visiting Yang Jisheng outside the prison, listened to Zhu Ping'an's self-introduction and watched the interaction between Zhu Ping'an and Yang Jisheng. He then stepped forward to return the gift to Zhu Ping'an and expressed his high praise for him.
Wang Lin?!
"Ping'an greets Lord Wang." When Zhu Ping'an heard Wang Lin's name, his ears buzzed. He bowed again and greeted Wang Lin, which was a bit more formal and solemn than an ordinary greeting.
The name Wang Lin is well-known to Zhu Pingan in modern times.
It is not about how many great achievements Wang Lin made in history (of course Wang Lin did make many achievements in history), but his performance in the Yang Jisheng case. Wang Lin not only argued for Yang Jisheng in prison, but also betrothed his own daughter to Yang Jisheng's second son Yang Yingji when Yang Jisheng was in prison without fear of the current situation.
When Zhu Ping'an read this in modern times, he couldn't help but admire Wang Lin.
Unexpectedly.
It turns out that Wang Lin was the man in history who gave python gall to Yang Jisheng, which led to Yang Jisheng's famous saying "Jiaoshan has his own courage, why bother with a python!" This made Yang Jisheng's image even more majestic and tall.
Wang Lin!
It's worth this gift.
Wang Lin was very surprised by Zhu Ping's solemn greeting. Didn't they greet each other just now? Why did they greet each other again? He thought, maybe it was because he came to visit Yang Jisheng, and Zhu Ping'an, as Yang Jisheng's junior, wanted to express his gratitude to him. However, he had been friends with Yang Jisheng for many years, much earlier than Zhu Ping'an. If he had to thank Zhu Ping'an, he should thank him for daring to visit Yang Jisheng at this moment.
After meeting Wang Lin, Zhu Ping'an came to Yang Jisheng and looked at Yang Jisheng and the cell where Yang Jisheng was through the prison bars.
At this moment, Yang Jisheng looked a little pale, but in good spirits. However, his physical condition was not optimistic. The prison uniform on his body was tattered, and the prison uniform on the buttocks and back was torn by the beating of the court stick, with patches of dried blood on it.
The prison environment is very poor, with a pungent odor, and it is extremely damp. The inner wall is covered with a layer of moss. There are no beds or bedding in the prison, only a pile of grass in the corner. The overall hygiene of the prison is very poor, with food residues and fecal residues accumulated over the years, and even two or three pools of stinking, dirty sewage... ...
That's not right.
This is the wrong prison.
After noticing this, Zhu Ping'an's face changed, "This prison is wrong? This is a civilian prison, right? Senior brother has a high position, shouldn't he be imprisoned in an official prison?"
In ancient times, feudal hierarchy was strict, and class differences were also reflected in prisons. Prison cells were divided into two types: official prisons and civilian prisons. The environment in official prisons was much better than that in civilian prisons. They were relatively clean and hygienic, and were equipped with simple mattresses.
However, the prison where Yang Jisheng was held was obviously not an official prison. Even among the civilian prisons, it was the worst.
After hearing Zhu Ping'an mention this, Wang Lin said with anger on his face, "Zihou, you don't know. Brother Yang's original prison was not here, but a government prison outside. However, not long ago, a wicked prison guard named Liu Ji transferred Brother Yang to this civilian prison on the pretext of the government prison being renovated! I argued with him, but it was useless. The wicked prison guard was obviously instructed by someone!"
"So that's it!" Zhu Ping'an was furious when he heard this.
"Haha... Mountains are not famous for their height, but for the immortals living there. Water is not magical for its depth, but for the dragons living there. This is a humble prison, but I am honest and upright. The moss on the steps is green, and the grass and weeds on the floor are green. I talk and laugh with Ji Jin (Wang Lin's courtesy name is Ji Jin) and Zi Hou, and there are no corrupt people among me. I can recite the Analects and memorize the Spring and Autumn Annals, and understand the ancients. There is no music to disturb my ears, and no paperwork to tire my body. There is Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ziyun Pavilion in Western Shu. Confucius said, 'What's humble about it?'... " Yang Jisheng, the person involved, did not care at all about the dirty and messy prison. He smiled and adapted an article "Praise of the Humble House" to comfort Zhu Ping'an and Wang Lin.
He is truly worthy of being called Yang Jisheng.
Zhu Ping'an was filled with admiration for Yang Jisheng's strong mental will.
"Brother, these are medicine for injuries caused by sticks and medicinal wine."
After the greetings, Zhu Ping'an took out the medicine for stick injuries, strong liquor and medicinal wine that he had bought during the trip, and handed them to Yang Jisheng.
"Haha, thank you Zihou. I, Yang Jisheng, have the courage but no medicine..." Yang Jisheng was stubborn but not pedantic. He thanked Zhu Ping'an, laughed at himself, took the medicine and medicinal wine handed to him by Zhu Ping'an, turned around and put them aside.
"Oh, by the way, senior brother, I suggest you keep the medicine and medicinal wine carefully. They can switch your cell today in the name of prison renovation, and they may search your medicine tomorrow under the pretext of inspection. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deliver the medicine in the future." After thinking of this, Zhu Ping'an quickly reminded Yang Jisheng and suggested that Yang Jisheng hide the medicine and medicinal wine carefully.
"Zihou is right. These villains are capable of doing such things in order to win credit for their masters. Brother Yang should carefully store the medicine in several hidden places."
After hearing Zhu Ping'an's reminder, Wang Lin also followed suit.
Yang Jisheng nodded obediently, carefully divided the medicine into three portions, and hid them in a secret place.
"Sir Wang, your visiting time is about to come." In the passage, a prison guard stuck his head out to remind Wang Lin.
"Okay, got it." Wang Lin said coldly.
"Hehe, as long as Lord Wang doesn't make things difficult for me." The jailer retracted his head in disappointment.
"Thank you, Brother Wang and Zihou, for visiting me today. It's getting late. Zihou and Brother Wang, you should both go back." Yang Jisheng said.
"I have something else to discuss with Brother Yang today." Wang Lin said, and then he bowed to Zhu Ping'an, "It just so happens that Zihou is here today, so he can be a witness for us. I have a daughter who is about the same age as Brother Yang's son Yingji. I think she is well-educated and well-mannered. I want them to get married in the future. What do you think, Brother Yang?"
Having witnessed another scene of history, Zhu Ping'an was deeply touched at this moment.
Yang Jisheng heard this, although he was a tough guy, but his eyes were also moved by Wang Lin. He was in prison, and his life was in danger, but Wang Lin was willing to marry his daughter to his son. How could he not be moved? You know, Wang Lin's daughter is famous in the capital for being well-educated, beautiful and intelligent. Although she is not yet of marriageable age, the matchmaker has already lowered the threshold of the palace.
Although he was touched, Yang Jisheng still shook his head firmly, "Thank you for your kindness, brother. But I am a dying man, how can my son be worthy of your daughter."
"Brother Yang, why should we be so rigid? As long as you have no objection, our children's marriage is settled. Zihou, you must be our witness. This marriage is settled. My dear, I will take my leave now."
After Wang Lin finished speaking, he turned and left, not giving Yang Jisheng a chance to refuse.
"Brother..."
Yang Jisheng looked at Wang Lin's departing back and was moved to tears.
There has never been a shortage of righteous and fearless people in history. Zhu Ping'an looked at Wang Lin's departing back and felt deeply moved.