"Sir, your lord, the governor?" The jailer was startled, and immediately his sleepiness disappeared, and he hurriedly kowtowed in salute.
"Excuse me. This is the first time I take office. I want to check the prison." Wang Xian said calmly. Over the years, he has become accustomed to others kneeling to him, just like when he kneels to the emperor, he has no psychological barriers.
He doesn't know how much change he has brought to the world. Anyway, the world has really changed him.
However, the jailer did not dare to make the decision. Instead, he knocked on a small window on the iron door. When the window opened, he handed Wang Xian's waistband in, and thousands of people inside reached out and took it.
The cell leaders of ordinary prisons are all top-notch slaves. Even the cell leaders of the Tianlu Prison of the Ministry of Punishment are just low-ranking miscellaneous officials. However, the cell leader of this prison is actually a Qianhu, which shows the level of imperial prison.
high
There are only two things in the world that can be used as evidence to enter the Beizhen Fusi Prison. One is the emperor's imperial edict, and the other is the badge of the Beizhen Fusi envoy. Even the deputy governor cannot enter these two doors alone.
Not only Li Chun, theoretically speaking, not even Ji Gang can enter here alone... Of course, this is only in theory.
There were complicated patterns on Wang Xian's ivory waistband. Qianhu knew it was genuine at a glance, but hesitantly said, "Li Zhenfu didn't come?" Apparently he had received some instructions.
"Open the door." Wang Xian, who was already holding back his anger, became angry when he heard the words: "I want to go to prison, do I still need the approval of my deputy?"
"No need..." The thousand households didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore and hurriedly ordered: "Open the door quickly."
With his order, the heavy prison door opened, and the Qianhu, who was slightly nervous, knelt down on one knee, presented his waist badge to Wang Xian with both hands, and said: "My subordinate Wei Cheng, I would like to pay my respects to the Governor.
"
Wang Xian snorted, took it with one hand, hung it on his belt, and said in a deep voice: "Why do you want Li Chun to come with you?"
"Subordinate, subordinate." Wei Cheng didn't know that Wang Xian almost shot Ji Gang to death in Jinyiwei Yamen, otherwise he would never have asked that question just now, so at this moment he was still trying to cover up for Li Chun: "Subordinate
It’s just that I didn’t know you before, so I asked you this out of caution.”
"There won't be another time," Wang Xian said with a slightly brighter expression: "Open the door."
"Yes." Wei Cheng quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up and ordered: "Open the inner door." As he opened the door, he secretly looked at the young governor, and saw Wang Xian's handsome face.
On his face, the features were as sharp as knives, and his eyes were even more profound and unpredictable. Wei Qianhu couldn't help but be secretly frightened. He didn't expect that the Zhenfu Master was so young, but his official authority was so great. In front of him, even he was like this
The peerless murderer who was immersed in the prison all day long did not dare to breathe.
When the second iron door opened, a rotten smell floated out from the dark cell, making Wang Xian feel depressed.
"Sir, wait for a while to breathe before going in." Wei Qianhu said hurriedly: "The corpse breath in this prison is too strong. If you are not in good health, you will get sick if you go in and take a walk."
Wang Xian frowned even more when he heard this. He knew clearly that the emperor might have multiple intentions for letting him take charge of Beizhen Fusi. But the most important intention was to let him succeed Zhu Liu and take care of the princelings in the prison... Although
It was said that the emperor had thrown them into prison, so why didn't he mean to protect them? After all, they were all future ministers with great talents and the ability to stabilize the country. The entire Ming Dynasty would not be able to select a second batch. If it was not clear,
Bai died in the imperial edict, which was definitely a huge loss to the Ming Dynasty.
Thinking of this, he didn't care much and stepped into the damp and dark cell. There was no sun or moon in the prison, only the lamp on the stone wall of the passage, which cast a faint yellow light and weakly illuminated the rooms surrounded by thick iron bars.
Wang Xian's cell. As soon as Wang Xian entered, he felt a biting wind, a deep cold, an extremely unpleasant smell, and rats scurrying everywhere. If he didn't have something serious to do, he wouldn't want to stay here any longer.
Wei Qianhu introduced at the side that all the prisoners in the imperial prison were imperial prisoners, so they were all held in single rooms. He was a little proud and said: "Not just anyone can come in and stay in the imperial prison. Don't look at them now, sir."
They are neither humans nor ghosts. Before they came in, they were either extremely evil or high-ranking officials." He said with a sneer: "But after coming in, they all became prisoners like rats."
Wang Xian nodded and looked from cell to cell. He saw that the prisoners inside were all ragged, unkempt, scarred, and their eyes were wandering. It would be an exaggeration to say that they looked like ghosts. He looked carefully, but he could not identify who was who.
He came, so he had to ask: "I have a friend who is imprisoned here. I wonder which cell he is in?"
"I wonder who your master's friend is?" Wei Qianhu asked bravely. But he was secretly thinking in his heart, what would he do if he tortured Mr. Zhenfu's friend to a great extent?
"Jin asked." Wang Xian announced a name. He had long been familiar with the list of imprisoned princelings, but he had better come one by one first, so as not to expose others... After all, the emperor asked him to protect the imprisoned ministers.
, just because of his speculation, Zhu Di will definitely not admit it. The reason is very simple. Once the emperor admits it, it means that he still wants to pass the throne to the prince. Otherwise, if the king of Han or even the king of Zhao inherits the throne, these ministers will die.
.Death early or late is death. Isn’t this unnecessary?
If the emperor refuses to admit his guilt, Ji Gang can take advantage of this and describe himself as a princeling. Although he is indeed a princeling, he still can't stand being slandered by others.
"Jin Wen..." Hearing Wang Xian say this name, Wei Qianhu's eyes shrank, and after a while he said with difficulty: "In the dungeon."
"Dungeon?" Wang Xian frowned.
"This is a place where traitors and evildoers are imprisoned." Wei Qianhu whispered.
"..." Although Wang Xian wanted to ask, Jin Wen was just an official of the East Palace and had never done any bad things. How could he be considered a great evil? But it was useless to ask, so he suppressed the irritability in his heart.
, said in a muffled voice: "Take me down to have a look."
"Yes." Wei Qianhu led Wang Xian and others to the end of the cell, turned on a mechanism, and a thick iron door slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading to the underground. Although Wang Xian was already smelly
I lost my sense of smell, but I was still annoyed by the strong rancid smell of the dungeon.
Wei Qianhu seemed to be used to it, and he led Wang Xian down the stairs with a lantern. If the cells on the ground were hell on earth, then the cells underground were the eighteenth level of hell.
After adjusting his breathing and getting used to the air in the dungeon, Wang Xian looked into the cell, but the light was too dark and he could only see a blurry figure. Wei Qianhu hurriedly brought a lantern closer to Zhen Zhen.
Mr. Fu can see clearly. It doesn't matter if you don't look. Even Wang Xian, a ruthless person like Wang Xian who is used to seeing dead people, was startled... He saw the man inside leaning against the wall, his face seemed to have been burned by a cannon.
The burns and ulcers were unrecognizable. Some parts were scabbed, and some parts still had pus and blood. The eyes were missing and turned into blood holes. The arms and legs were also severely rotten, and there seemed to be maggots crawling on them.
"Vomit..." Finally someone couldn't help but leaned over and vomited, but it was the murderous young master Xianyun. Wang Xian also almost vomited, but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his men, so he swallowed the vomit forcefully.
After a while, he turned pale and said, "Who is this?"
"This is not Bachelor Jin." Wei Qianhu explained hurriedly: "This man's name is Wang, and he was originally a doctor of the Five Classics of the Hanlin Academy."
"He is from Qingcheng Mountain..." Wang Xian had some impression of this Wang. Although his plagiarized poems were applauded, literary figures such as Hu Guang only named him the second poet in the world. Wang
Xian first thought that the first poet was Jie Jin, but later he found out that it was this king. Moreover, his cheap teacher Wei Yuan liked his calligraphy and paintings very much, and praised him as a famous Confucian in the world, with unparalleled calligraphy, and as the leader of the Ming Dynasty poetry circle.
Together with Xie Jin and other four, they are collectively known as the Five Talents in the Southeast.
But later I heard that he was implicated in Jie Jin's case and was sentenced to prison. It was originally just a far-fetched charge, but Wang Xian thought it was just what it meant, but he didn't know that he had been tortured to the point of death and was waiting to die?
Wang Xian couldn't care less about his surprise. He quickly asked Wei Qianhu to take him to see Jin Wen. If Bachelor Jin was tortured like that, how could he explain to the emperor? To the prince? To his own conscience? After all, how did Bachelor Jin treat himself?
Yes, it is because of his gift that I am able to win the prize.
But when he saw Jin Wen, he finally breathed a sigh of relief... Although he looked tired and was in ragged clothes, he still had all his hair and tail, and still had the strength to cry out: "Zhongde? You were arrested by them too," he said.
Are you there?" Apparently he saw Wang Xian at a glance.
"Stop yelling." Wei Qianhu didn't say anything. The jailer, who was used to yelling at these prisoners, had already scolded him: "This is the newly appointed governor of Beizhen Fusi Town."
"Shut up." Wei Qianhu hurriedly kicked the jailer aside, and then said to the other jailers: "Hurry up and open the cell door, move Bachelor Jin to the upper floor, and free up the best room."
"Zhenfu envoy?" Jin Wen paid no attention to his situation. Instead, he looked at Wang Xianda in surprise and said, "Zhongde, have you transferred to a military position? Did you fail the provincial examination?"
"I passed the provincial examination, but the emperor's order cannot be violated." Wang Xian touched his nose. He knew that his transfer to the military position had disappointed many people, including his teacher Wei Yuan. They seemed to really want him to become a Jinshi and become a civil servant...
Wang Xian is not a fool. He knows that they are planning for the future. Although he is civil or military now, it will not matter. But in time, once the prince ascends the throne, he will be destined to become the favorite of the two dynasties, so his status as Wang Xian will be too great.
It's important.
If he is a civilian official, the civilian group will stabilize the general group.
If he were a military commander, the civil service group would have to face an opponent...