What Qi Nanke said was right, the young prince was sent to prison the next day.
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As soon as the iron gate was closed, the prison was dank and dirty. A gray mouse ran past the wall, making Douding howl in fright.
Du Ci was not frightened at all, he looked at the jailer with a calm face, and what he said was cold as hell.
"Are you really going to lock this king here?"
"Oh, are you still pretending?" said the jailer, "The little prince eats delicious food in Wangcheng, what are you doing here? And also to catch bandits? Isn't this full of food? We adults have said, It is impossible for the young prince to leave the royal city without permission. If he really got His Majesty's order to go out, he must be surrounded by shouts and hugs. How could it be just the two of you? Our officials along the way should have gotten the news long ago."
The jailer felt that his analysis was very reasonable, and he shook the key in his hand and said, "I think you are not very old, and you are not bad looking, but you actually passed out and pretended to be the little prince. This is a crime of beheading."
Douding was so angry that his eyes turned red: "This is the little prince! We have proof! Look at this jade plaque!"
The jailer didn't recognize any jade tags, and said, "Who knows where you forged this kind of thing? It's really too long."
The jailer drank, shook his head and walked away.
Douding was so angry that he burst into tears: "My lord, what should we do? That man surnamed Kong opened his eyes and told nonsense! This jailer doesn't know the jade plaque, so would he not recognize it? He has a relative of the grand master!"
Du Ci didn't speak, and sat down on the tattered haystack in the corner, as if he was not sitting on the haystack in the prison cell, but in the study room filled with incense. Wearing a nanmu Taishi chair.
Douding pursed his lips and grabbed the cold iron bars: "My lord! What should we do!"
Du Ci was so annoyed by Douding's crying that his brows trembled, he clicked his tongue and said, "Shut up."
Douding had no choice but to shut up aggrievedly.
In the middle of the night, there was a muffled groan outside the cell door, and then three black shadows landed in front of the door. One of them was tall and mighty, with strong shoulders and broad back, and his thin night clothes showed his strong chest muscles. Chop, the cold light flashed and the door lock slammed and fell to the ground.
The man in black opened the door without saying a word, just stood aside slightly.
Douding was so frightened that he wanted to shout, but Du Ci covered his mouth.
Douding: "Wow!"
Douding's eyes flustered—My lord! If this is an accomplice of the bandit! We are doomed!
Du Ci ignored Douding's struggle, and dragged him out with the man in black. His wide sleeves and trouser legs were stained with the black stains of the prison, but his face did not appear flustered or embarrassed.
The five people hurried to the bottom of the wall, and they could leave here soon, but Du Ci said, "I'm going to the study of the general judge."
Douding opened his eyes wide, and said in a low voice in horror: "My lord, you...?"
Du Ci smiled: "Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"
The tall man in black looked up and down Du Ci's expression, seeing that Du Ci was not flustered at all, as if he had already prepared for it. Surprised in his heart, he raised his hand to make a gesture, and the other two men in black pulled Douding from left to right to climb over the wall and leave.
Douding suddenly struggled: "I can't go! I want to follow the young master, young master!!"
Du Ci raised his hand to his forehead, showing a horrible face, and the tall man in black slashed the child with his hand, knocking the child unconscious. One of the men in black directly carried Douding on his shoulders, and quickly went over the wall.
Du Ci raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw these three people so straightforward, and the tall man in black pulled down his mask at this moment—it was Qi Nanke.
Du Ci didn't criticize him, but said: "It's easy for the two of you to do things, not bad."
With a blank expression on his face, Qi Nanke stretched out his hand towards Du Ci and hooked his fingers.
Du Ci: "?"
Qi Nanke didn't wait for his reaction, grabbed his hand, wrapped his other strong arm around Du Ci's waist, and pulled him into his arms. He was so good at lightness, he jumped up a few times with someone in his arms and landed on a big tree in a certain courtyard.
Qi Nanke asked Du Ci to support the tree trunk to sit firmly, while squatting aside like a monkey looking into the distance.
Du Ci: "..."
Qi Nanke didn't hear the voice of the person next to him, so he looked suspiciously.
Seeing Du Ci's jade face paler under the moonlight, Du Ci finally let out a wow, hugged the tree trunk and vomited again.
Du Ci had vomited once before, but now he can't vomit anything, only some yellow water.
Qi Nanke fumbled around on his body, took out a dirty handkerchief and handed it over. Du Ci didn't even look at it, but raised his orchid fingers in disgust, and pushed his hand back.
"Take it away, take it away," Du Ci said in his native dialect, continuing to pretend that he was a businessman, "Bring the dirty things to me, too, how about?"
Qi Nanke was not annoyed either, he put away the handkerchief and pointed down.
Du Ci frowned: "What are you referring to? I know where this is. You brought me here, isn't it Kong Li's courtyard or your courtyard man?"
Qi Nanke suddenly discovered that Du Ci's official dialect of Shu Shiguo was very pleasant to hear, with a slight upward turn to the left and right at the end, but it was not too contrived. The essence of the four-point tone.
Qi Nanke still looked at Du Ci blankly, as if waiting for his next arrangement.
Du Ci clutched his chest uncomfortably, endured the dizziness and nausea caused by light work, and said: "The one on the left is like a kitchen, the back door... seems to have two side rooms, and the front yard has three rooms... One of them should be a study."
Qi Nanke squatted the tree high enough to see all the paths and moon gates. Du Ci tapped his fingers back and forth in mid-air, and suddenly said, "Huh? Isn't that right?"
Qi Nanke turned to look at him.
"He bullies the common people and joins bandits, so he lives in such a secondary courtyard?" Du Ci folded his arms and shook his head, "Unless the manager of the post station is talking nonsense, otherwise this is not a place for him to live at all."
Qi Nanke squatted beside Du Ci like a big horse monkey, his dark night clothes and his dark skin almost blended perfectly with the night, and only a pair of eyes shone brightly, which made Du Ci feel a little nervous.
Du Ci touched his face: "My face is blooming?"
Qi Nanke clenched his fist to his lips, swallowed back a laugh, and stretched out his hand to Du Ci with a stern face.
Du Ci hugged the tree trunk next to him: "Don't beat me!!"
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