In the dead of night, the jailer in the prison of Dali Temple yawned tiredly. He looked up and saw his companion dozing off by the door. He stretched his waist and found a comfortable position. He was about to fall asleep again. Suddenly there was a sound outside the door. There is a slight knock on the door, "Deng Deng" "Deng Deng."
"Who?"
He erected his ears, blinked, stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, and saw Tengbao standing outside the door, wearing a blue round-neck gown, wearing a square top hat, and the moon was shining on the honesty. For some reason, a strange light appeared on his face.
"Master Ren?" The jailer looked at Tengbao curiously: "Why did you come here at this time?"
"Tomorrow's going to be there, the huge guy asked me to come and see Yuan Chonghuan, don't let him die, Minger's hard to say." Tengbao's voice was calm, but for some reason, there was always a weird smell.
The jailer was sleepy and didn't think too much. He just yawned, nodded and said, "Fine." With that, he let the door open.
"Who?" The other jailers woke up when they heard the movement, and looked at each other when Tengbao came in.
"The huge guy asked me to come over and see if Yuan Chonghuan is dead?" Teng Bao said flatly.
The jailers didn't care, they only glanced at each other, and then went on to sleep. Only the jailer who opened the door came to the prison, opened the door of the prison, and rubbed his hands with a smile: "Please, please."
Tengbao gave an "um", took a silver coin and placed it in the jailer's hand, took out a candle, and said in a low voice: "Go and give it a point. I want to take a closer look at Yuan Chonghuan's injury. Said that tomorrow will be sentenced to death, if he is really dead, and some say."
The jailer didn’t doubt the others. He took the candle and went out. After lighting it, he sniffed, as if he was smelling something. Suddenly he sat down on a chair and fainted. Tengbao walked over and picked up the candle. Put it on the table, put it on well, then covered his mouth and nose with a veil, took the original candle and walked over, closed the fence, and walked to Yuan Chonghuan.
Yuan Chonghuan had been severely tortured and was feeling sleepy at this time, but when he saw Tengbao's actions, his eyes suddenly flashed, looking up and down Tengbao, seeing Tengbao walk up to him without a word, and took out a medicine bottle. , Sprinkled on Yuan Chonghuan's back.
Yuan Chonghuan had actually bandaged the wound a little bit, but it was very rough. The jailers only asked him not to die. At this time, he felt a chill on his back. Knowing that this was a good medicine, he could not help but snorted and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Tengbao didn't say much, he only spilled the medicine all over his back, and then carefully put the medicine bottle in his arms, walked up to Yuan Chonghuan, sat down cross-legged and said, "Master Yuan."
"It's called Yuan Chonghuan." Yuan Chonghuan's voice was a little faint, and his face was haggard, but his expression was still shining, like a beacon in the night sky, and he waved his hand and said, "I am a prisoner now."
"I know." For some reason, Tengbao's honest face flashed with a strange light, as if something had been ignited. There was a strange calmness and said: "I know, Lord Yuan, let's call it that. "After a pause, he said again; "Do you have any funerals to explain?"
Yuan Chonghuan suddenly laughed, like a star gleaming in the darkness, hehehe smiled.
"Go ahead, I will try my best to do it for you." Tengbao's voice was a bit hoarse, but it was calm.
"You..." Yuan Chonghuan looked at Tengbao up and down. He felt that today's Tengbao was a little different. There was a complete difference. However, he couldn't tell why, but the difference gave him a sense of trust. He pondered. He whispered: "In the honeysuckle drug store in the capital, you go to the drug store shopkeeper, and you say you want Angelica sinensis, and the shopkeeper will let you see someone. You can tell him my current situation.
When Tengbao heard this, he nodded and said: "Don't worry, Lord Yuan, I will do it for you." After a pause, he said: "When the trial begins, Lord Ling will find one of yours again. Your subordinate is a powerful person. If you have any ironclad evidence of your rebellion, you must be prepared."
"Iron proof of rebellion?" Yuan Chonghuan sneered; "Yuan does things up and down, relying on them to make trouble."
Hearing this, Tengbao looked down at Yuan Chonghuan’s face. That face was already haggard because of the torture, but the more it was, the more fortitude he showed. He gritted his teeth and nodded: “Don’t worry, Lord Yuan. I'll do it right now." As he said, stood up: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, I will leave first."
Yuan Chonghuan gave a "Well" and saw Tengbao approaching the door and opening the threshold, suddenly he said, "Tengbao, you seem to have changed a little."
Hearing this, Tengbao seemed to feel a little emotional. He stroked the threshold and seemed to want to say something, but after a long time he shook his head, sighed, walked out, walked to the desk where the jailers were sleeping, and took that The candle was changed, opened the cell door and walked out.
At this time Wan Lai was all silent, under the starry sky, the moon shadow was lingering, and there was a coldness of late summer and early autumn flowing in the air. Standing outside the yamen, he shook his cold hand and looked back at the yamen, Dali Temple. Although it is the yamen of the Xing Department, it is a bit more bookish than the majesty of the Xing Department and Zhen Fu Si. Teng Bao looked up at the plaque, and then looked down at the long corridor in the door. Suddenly, he thought it was really a chaotic world. Together with his honest friend, he actually did such an "extraordinary" thing. He actually went to the prison to visit a prisoner, and actually passed a message to the prisoner. This is something he can't imagine in his life, and it is also unexpected. It's done.
Ha ha.
People in this life.
Teng Bao looked up at the bright moon and was in a daze. He only felt that his life was like a leaf falling in the sea. As the waves went up and down, rolled up and down again, he sighed quietly. Turned away.
At the same time, Yuan Chonghuan was also standing under the window, looking up at the moon in the sky. He knew that Tengbao had made hands and feet in the candles. Those jailers would not be able to wake up until dawn. Suddenly, some of their hands were itchy, thinking about writing. What? He was born in Jinshi and was always a little talented. However, after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of anything. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly thought that he was actually worried about a question-who is the "witness" Minger
On the second day, when he was passed through the court, he finally saw the witness who had “iron proof as a mountain”—his clerical Zhang Yi.
Above the lobby, there was still a lot of hustle and bustle. Feng Ying came prepared this time. After lifting Zhang Yi up, he slapped the gavel with a "slap" and said: "Zhang Yi, how does Yuan Chonghuan plan? Inverse, don't you come one by one?"
When these words were spoken, there was a whisper in the hall.
"Who is this?"
"This is Yuan Chonghuan's military Chinese document."
"Ah, it's him, then he must have grasped Yuan Chonghuan's secrets."
"Yep."
"Hush—"
"Zhang Yi, why don't you recruit it as it is?" Feng Ying shot the gavel again.