This is not the first time Zhu Pingan has come here. Zhu Pingan came here once last time when he visited his senior brother Yang Jisheng. This time he revisited his old place with the attitude of "checking in", and Zhu Pingan felt more deeply.
The sun was rising outside, and it was pitch black inside the prison.
When Zhu Ping'an entered the prison, he closed his eyes with experience. After entering the prison, he opened his eyes and quickly adapted to the darkness of the prison and the weak candlelight and oil above the ileum-like prison passage.
Under the impact of the air current, the candle flame jumped up, down, left and right irregularly like a will-o'-the-wisp.
The prison was dark and damp, with a chill that penetrated the bones, and screams that penetrated the human body, like ghost cries, echoed from inside the prison.
Water and fire cannot enter, and the atmosphere of epidemic and disaster fills the prison.
Zhu Ping'an silently counted the condoms, and was escorted by Jin Yiwei as he walked down the stairs. He silently counted to sixty-eight, and then officially stepped into the imperial prison.
"Haha, Zhu Ping'an, how do you feel after entering this prison?" The guard in the red flying fish uniform asked with a sinister smile, assuming the posture of a host. His hoarse voice like a jackal echoed in the prison passage.
What?
Wanting to see my joke, Zhu Ping'an twitched his lips slightly, "What do you think?"
The guards in red flying fish uniforms looked at Zhu Pingan with great interest, as if they were looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.
"That's what I feel." When Zhu Pingan said this, he paused, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
Regret it, haha, it’s too late, the corner of the red flying fish suit Jin Yiwei’s mouth curled up with a touch of locust. Haha, I have seen this kind of people a lot. Before entering the prison, they entered the prison one by one as if they were so stubborn,
"My impression is this." After Zhu Ping'an paused here for a second, his closed eyes suddenly opened. The sun was shining brightly in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth was curled up with a hint of locust. "In the future, I will have the capital to brag."
"ha?"
The guards in red flying fish uniforms were stunned when they heard this and could not keep up with Zhu Ping'an's unbridled rhythm.
"This is the Fusi Imperial Prison in Jinyiwei North Town. It has a long history and is extremely well-known. It is truly the best prison in the world. When I drink and brag in the future, I can say, 'Brother, when I was in Imperial Prison,' I want to come here."
It will definitely win over a lot of people.”
Zhu Ping'an's eyes were piercing, like two bonfires in the thorn bushes in the darkness. He glanced around the prison, and his face was a little excited when he spoke.
Whether in ancient times or modern times, being in jail has always been a source of bragging rights. Let me tell you what I did when I was in jail, and you are the most majestic and handsome guy at this banquet table.
After hearing Zhu Pingan's thoughts, the corners of Jin Yiwei's mouth twitched a little.
The toad is padding the table leg, so you just hold on. The red flying fish-dressed Jin Yiwei glanced at Zhu Ping'an with a pitiful look. "Whenever you cry in the future, huh, then I will appreciate your wretched state with snot dripping from your nose."
"Zhu Pingan, please."
After being escorted for an unknown distance in twists and turns, up and down, Zhu Ping'an was "invited" into a cell where Zhu Ping'an was hiding, breaking the illusion that Zhu Ping'an and his senior brother Yang Jisheng were neighbors.
In fact, Zhu Pingan also knew in his heart that it was impossible for them to let him and Senior Brother Yang be neighbors.
So after his fantasy was shattered, Zhu Pingan was not too disappointed, just a little regretful.
After the Jin Yiwei and the red flying fish uniform guards who had had enough of sarcasm left, Zhu Ping'an took care of the cramped and damp cell.
It was cold and damp, and the cell he was in was no better than the cell of his senior brother Yang Jisheng.
The moss on the corner of the wall is like patching up pimples, with patches here and there, telling the story of the dilapidation and dampness of the cell. I don’t know whether it’s water seepage or an undercurrent or something above the head, but there are two or three places that are wet, ticking at a frequency of about one minute.
Water was dripping. The ground was muddy and there were not many dry places.
There were no tables, chairs, beds, or bedding in the cell, just a pile of half-dried thatch.
The innermost corner was full of life. I don't know if they were cockroaches or insects, but they were squirming. If you have trypophobia, you will definitely get goosebumps when you see this scene.
Fortunately I don't have trypophobia.
Zhu Pingan twitched the corner of his mouth, then found a dry place, picked out the hay from the half-dried thatch pile, and used the thatch to make a simple bed for himself.
"Well, not bad."
Looking at the fruits of his labor, Zhu Pingan clapped his hands, smiled with satisfaction, and sat down.
"Ahem, young man, who are you? How did you get into this prison?"
When Zhu Ping'an was sitting on the thatched bed and was satisfied with himself, an old man's questioning voice came from next to him.
Zhu Pingan raised his head, followed the sound, and saw an old man in his sixties with gray hair in the cell next door looking at him with curiosity and inquiry.
The old man was indeed very curious. His eyes when he looked at Zhu Pingan were full of doubts, and his face showed sympathy and injustice.
This imperial prison is not an ordinary prison. The single word imperial edict shows its uniqueness. After King Qin Yingzheng defeated the emperor and unified the country, when he asked the ministers to discuss the name, the ministers suggested that the emperor calls himself "
"I", "The order is 'Zhi', and the order is 'Edict'". The word "Edict" in the imperial prison reflects the close connection between this prison and the emperor's order. Those who can be locked up in this imperial prison generally need the emperor's order.
The edict was a prison case. The cases that allowed the emperor to issue an edict were usually involving Jiuqing, a high-ranking official with two thousand shi at the county level, or an official who had offended the emperor, or a criminal who was extremely vicious and full of crimes.
However, the old man saw that Zhu Pingan was young and even looked younger than a weakling. He was also honest and honest, with a bookish air, and did not look like a vicious and evil person. Therefore, he was very curious about how Zhu Pingan was imprisoned.
Imprisoned.
Looking at the attitude of the Jin Yiwei Qianhu towards Zhu Pingan just now, it was obvious that he was being targeted.
Could it be that Jin Yiwei Gong avenged his personal revenge? Use public weapons for private use?!
That’s not true!
If this is the case, then I should write a memorial and impeach them properly.
"Hello, sir, Xingzhu Ping'an." Zhu Ping'an stood up and bowed back.
"Zhu Pingan?!"
After hearing Zhu Pingan's name, the old man seemed a little familiar. After repeating it, his body trembled with obvious excitement, and the sympathy and injustice on his face disappeared instantly. He blew his beard, across the cell, and faced Zhu Pingan.
Chui Huoxiao stared, "You, you are that Zhu Ping'an who deceives the world!"
Ahem
The deceiving Zhu Pingan?!
Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but cough after hearing what the old man said. He sounded like a heinous traitor.