It was dark and low, with not a trace of sunlight except for the flickering light of the torch.
It was cold and eerie, and the icy coldness was like steel needles, piercing the skin of Han Du's shoulders.
A splitting headache, limbs sore and weak.
This is a unique symptom of drunkenness.
Where exactly am I? Thinking of this, my whole body trembled.
Suddenly, I had a splitting headache and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, as if all the sequelae of a hangover broke out in an instant.
At the same time, pictures in his memory began to pour out, flashing through his mind like a dream bubble.
In the fourteenth year of Hongwu's reign, Han De, the Minister of Household Affairs, submitted a petition to abolish the treasure banknotes. Zhu Yuanzhang was furious on the spot and ordered Han De to be imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. What awaited him would be that his entire family would be executed for the crime of deceiving the emperor.
And Han Du is Han De's eldest son. Now his family is neatly reunited in the prison of the Ministry of Punishments.
My father, Hande, is in his thirties and has a thick and slender beard. However, his face can no longer maintain the majesty and solemnity of the past, and his face is full of despair and regret. When he looks at his wife and children, there is something inside
Tears flashed faintly.
The younger brother, Han Shu, huddled up and squatted on the cold, damp ground, holding his knees with his hands and motionless, like a lifeless stone sculpture. Indeed, the fear of the about to fall butcher knife took away all hope and vitality from him.
The mother and sister leaned closely together, also facing the coming fear.
The whole family was executed, and the female relatives were sent to the Jiaofangsi. This was the emperor's cold judgment on the Han family.
Although their mother and sister will not die, what they are about to face is life worse than death.
Han Du, who was having fun with his friends in the 21st century just a moment ago, is now facing a situation where death is certain.
I don't want to die.
This is not Han Du's fear of death, but the human instinct to survive.
"Hehe, hahaha..."
A burst of laughter filled with wine and food interrupted Han Du's thoughts.
I saw two jailers, one old and one young, smiling and shaving their teeth walking from a distance. When they arrived at Han Du's cell door, they took out the key and opened the lock. With the sound of the iron chains rattling, the two jailers left.
Come in.
A bad premonition came to Han Du's mind. He suddenly came to his senses and stood up, stepping in front of the two jailers.
"What are you going to do?"
"What are you doing? Of course I'm here to have fun..." The young jailer sneered, his eyes showing evil intent, and he looked at his mother and sister behind Han Du. His meaning was self-evident.
"ah......"
Han Du heard his sister's exclamation, and he could tell that her beauty had turned pale without turning around.
"Unbridled!" Han De was an upright person, otherwise he would not have written to ask Zhu Yuanzhang to abolish the treasure banknotes. He heard such filthy words. And the target was his wife and daughter. He was so embarrassed and angry that his face turned red, and his hair and beard were all covered in embarrassment.
open.
"Hahaha, how presumptuous?" The young jailer was not afraid of Han De's reprimand. "In the past, when I met you, I would naturally call you Master Han respectfully, but now do you think you are still the Minister of Household Affairs? You are now
You are just a commoner, but you still dare to use your old ways to reprimand me when you meet me. Are you still so arrogant? I will let you see with your own eyes later how I act so arrogantly in front of you."
"How dare you!" Han Du took a step forward, opened his arms, and stopped the two jailers. It wasn't because he had any deep feelings for the Hande family. He just came here. If he had any feelings for them, then
That's nonsense. The relationship between them is at most the stage of familiar strangers.
It was just the moral bottom line in his heart that made him stop in front of the jailer involuntarily.
Zheng!
The young jailer was also a bold man. When he had a disagreement, he instantly pulled out his sword and put the tip of the sword directly against Han Du's throat.
Cold, deep cold, revealing the aura of death.
Han Du had never experienced anything like this before. It was just a knife, and the breath flowing out was enough to scare him. But at the same time, it also aroused the anger and hatred in his heart.
He hated the injustice of God. Why should others who traveled through time be able to become immortals and ancestors and live forever, yet he came to this useless Hongwu Dynasty.
Without the Internet, no mobile phones, and no Douyin, such a life is useless in Handu's opinion.
Han Du wouldn't mind dying if death could bring him back to modern times.
Glancing slowly at the long knife in front of him, Han Du said coldly: "Want to kill me? Come on, kill me now. If you don't kill me, you will be my grandson."
After the words fell, Han Du himself took a small step forward.
When the young jailer saw Han Du coming forward, he was suddenly startled and took half a step back in time.
Just like that, the long knife made a small gash in Han Du's throat, and traces of blood oozed from the wound.
Han Du felt a slight chill on his skin, and then a trace of pain came over him, and he felt a wave of fear in his heart. However, his face was expressionless, and he stared at the young jailer with wide eyes.
After the young jailer couldn't help but retreat, he suddenly realized that a sense of humiliation was gnawing at his heart. With a feeling of humiliation for his cowardice just now, he cursed at Han Du with a ferocious face: "Damn thing, you think
Is your father still the Minister of Household Affairs? Are you still the dignified Mr. Han? Your father is just a commoner now. If I kill you, no one will say a word."
As he said that, he raised his long sword high and was about to strike down at Han Du.
Han Du's eyes narrowed, and he was frightened and nervous. Thoughts flashed through him like lightning and thunder. "How dare you? Although my father is no longer the Minister of Household Affairs, I still elect people. As long as the emperor doesn't take away my title of elector, then I will
It’s the high and mighty Master Juren. If you, a mere petty official, dare to kill me, aren’t you afraid of being criticized by thousands of scholars in the world?”
Han Du passed the exam this year, and he is considered a genius at the age of 19. If his father had not been convicted, he would have planned to take the exam next year. But thanks to a memorial written by Han Shilang,
, the great future came to an abrupt end and became a prisoner.
However, his imperial examination merit is still there. Logically speaking, a prisoner like Han Du who is waiting to be beheaded will naturally be deprived of his imperial examination merit. I don’t know if Zhu Yuanzhang has forgotten this because he is old, or for other reasons.
, anyway, Han Du is still the Juren now.
student!
The three-word shocked young jailer had stars in his eyes.
In the Hongwu Dynasty, scholars were rare and valuable, which is beyond the imagination of later generations. What's more, Han Du was not an ordinary scholar, but had a reputation as a scholar.
Scholars are a group that often sticks together, and anyone who offends them must be prepared to be attacked by a group of them.
The young jailer wanted to quit. Not to mention all the scholars, he couldn't afford to offend even an ordinary scholar. Even though he was a jailer in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, when he saw a scholar, even a scholar would make him short of breath.
He is just a small jailer. Among his superiors, every one of them is not a scholar. Which one of them does not regard himself as a scholar?
Besides, he originally came here to scare Han Du so that he could find an opportunity to take advantage. How could he really dare to kill Han Du here? Unless he didn't want to live anymore.
But the current situation made the young jailer a little angry and a bit embarrassed.
For a moment, the young jailer's long knife held high was suspended in the air, his eyes fiercely staring at Han Du, trying to convince him with his eyes.
When Han Du saw that the young jailer's long knife did not hit him cleanly, his heart suddenly became calm, and he confronted him without flinching. The situation was deadlocked.
A wrinkled palm pressed down on the young jailer's shoulder holding a long knife from behind.
"Why are you so tense? Put it away, put it away."
The young jailer slowly lowered his arm, climbed down the donkey, clanged his sword, and sheathed it.
"Don't misunderstand Mr. Han, he was just joking with Mr. Han. We are here for a routine inspection and have no other meaning. Okay, now that we have finished our inspection, we will leave." After that, he was not polite to Han Du.
, turned around and pulled the young jailer out of the cell.
After locking the cell again, the two jailers looked at each other and returned along the way they came.
After they were some distance away from Handu, the young jailer You Zizi was unwilling to say, "Damn it, if your brother hadn't stopped me, I would have chopped him just now."
"Forget it, Xiao Liu. Why are you angry with a dying man?" The old jailer did not reveal Xiao Liu's fierceness and inner lust, and continued to persuade: "Anyway, he doesn't have a few days to live. If you chop him, he will be dead.
If you have to suffer the consequences, you will still be the one to suffer the consequences, and it’s not worth it.”
Xiao Liu nodded slowly, calming down his irritation. He couldn't help but look back and looked at Han Du's cell with nostalgia.
"What? You still haven't given up?" the old jailer teased Xiao Liu.
"Don't give up, such a handsome little lady is rare, not to mention those big-name brothels." Xiao Liu couldn't help but sigh when he recalled her slim figure.
"If we meet someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death, our brothers will be in trouble today. Who knew that we would meet such a lifeless person, so we can only accept our fate and let it go." The old jailer paused as he spoke.
He continued: "But if you are really concerned about it, there is nothing you can do."
Xiaoliu shook his head and chuckled, "Brother, please don't lie to me. I want to join Jiaofangsi. Is Jiaofangsi a place where people like us can enter?"
Although Jiaofangsi does the same business as a brothel, it is not a place like a brothel where anyone can enter as long as they have money.
The Jiaofangsi is only open to officials.
The old jailer looked around, then whispered into Xiao Liu's ear: "It's not like there's no way out."
"Really?" Xiaoliu's eyes widened and he looked at the old jailer in surprise. He really didn't expect that the old jailer's way was so wild that even the Jiaofang Secretary could find a way in. You must know that in addition to officials, even those with money
Even the wealthy businessmen could not enter the Jiaofang Division.
The old jailer did not bluntly say whether what he said was true or false. He looked at Xiao Liu with a smile and said meaningfully: "According to the rules, we can't get in, but rules are dead and people are alive. Those officials who manage the Jiaofang Division,
Naturally, they won’t touch us with their eyelids. But the Jiaofang Division not only has officials, there are also a large number of subordinates under the officials."
Xiaoliu's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Brother, what do you mean, are those subordinate officials secretly luring people in? Brother, do you have such a connection?"
The old jailer nodded, "As the saying goes, you can rely on the mountains to eat and the water to eat. Since we can all rely on this prison to have a full meal, why don't they eat those women?"
The old jailer's words stopped abruptly and he did not continue. He just looked at Xiao Liu with a faint smile on his face and smiled without saying a word.
Xiao Liu understood the idea, clapped his chest and said: "Don't worry, brother, as long as I am willing to introduce you, the benefits will naturally be indispensable to me." Looking back at the cell where Han Du was, he said fiercely: "Even if I lose everything, I will still want it.
Go and take good care of those two ladies."
The old jailer became happy when he heard this, patted Xiao Liu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "What's the relationship between us? We talked about money and we got married. It's easy to talk about it. I will definitely help you realize your wish. Hahaha...