The bonfire in the yard has gradually extinguished, and a hint of fish belly white has appeared in the eastern sky.
With bloodshot eyes, Xiao Chen glanced at the people sitting on the ground in uniform and taking a nap, and couldn't bear to wake them up.
He retreated after one blow. It was obvious that the opponent was very confident in his sword skills. He should have thought that even though Liu Rufeng had entered the iron gate, he still would not be able to dodge his sword, so he retreated.
However, it made the entire prison staff spend a tense and sleepless night.
Duan Tianming opened his eyes and stood up slowly: "Xiao Chen, it's already getting bright outside. I hope that person won't show up for a while. I'll hold on for a while while you continue on your way. Go and rest for a while."
"Divide everyone into two groups and take turns to rest. Give the captain who lives in the prince a room, and arrange for more people to rest together." Xiao Chen nodded and walked out of the cell.
On a busy street not far from Prince Zhao's Mansion, there is a rather impressive inn called Zhongzhen Inn.
The people nearby all know that the owner of this inn is Wang Zhongzheng, a wealthy man in the capital.
As for the origin of Wang Zhongzhen, no one knows who he is. It was only in the fifth year of Yongle that this inn named Zhongzhen suddenly opened on the bustling street that was still called Yanjing at that time.
After that, the people gradually came to know that the boss behind this inn was Wang Zhongzhen, a wealthy man with many businesses in the capital.
It is impossible to find out when King Zhongzhen started doing business in the capital. However, the shops all over the capital, covering a series of businesses including tea, cloth, groceries, etc., have made him firmly into the ranks of the capital's richest people.
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He also made donations to the court from time to time, which made the past few years smooth and the business grew bigger and bigger.
Revitalize the inn, open day and night.
In the early morning, the waiters had just finished handing over matters when a fat old man, wearing a huge bamboo hat on his head and carrying his hands behind his back, walked into the inn.
He was dressed in gray civilian clothes, and there was no trace of nobility, but his unsquinting eyes under the bamboo hat seemed to have no regard for the luxurious decoration of the Zhenzhen Inn.
"Guest officer, who are you?" The waiter who had just changed his guard waved the white rag on his shoulder and came forward with a smile on his face.
Seemingly not hearing the waiter's greeting, the old man walked straight to the counter, glanced at the energetic shopkeeper, and then looked at the wooden stairs of the inn.
"Go to the room with the name Jade." The old man said lightly, turned around and walked towards the stairs.
Seeing the old man's light steps, the shopkeeper hurriedly put down what he was doing and waved to the waiter who was stunned.
The waiter seemed to understand something and hurried over.
The shopkeeper raised his right hand and whispered a few instructions into the waiter's ear.
The waiter nodded, threw the white rag dangling in his hand on the counter, opened the door, and disappeared on the street.
Watching the waiter leave, the shopkeeper took out a teapot, added some fine tea leaves to it, filled it with boiling water, carried it himself, and walked towards the stairs.
Zhongzhen Inn has three floors in total. The first floor is the lobby, which is usually used for restaurant business. The accommodation on the second floor is all first-class rooms.
On the third floor, there is only one guest room, which is the upper room with the jade name mentioned by the old man just now.
It is better to say it is a guest room than a set of guest rooms.
There are living rooms, bedrooms, restaurants, etc. inside. It seems that the entire third floor was built just for this jade-sized guest room.
The shopkeeper held a teapot in his hand and stood respectfully at the door of the living room, knocking twice on the door gently.
"Well, come in." The old man's voice came from inside.
Upon hearing the response, the shopkeeper hurriedly put a smile on his face, gently opened the door, raised his feet and walked in slowly.
"Sir, I will bring you a pot of hot tea." The shopkeeper said respectfully.
"Well, have you informed your boss?" The old man stood at the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the majestic building in the distance.
The layers of palaces, surrounded by a high red palace wall, are clearly the Ming Dynasty Palace.
"The boss is already on the way." He bowed his body and replied without daring to raise his head.
"Go ahead."
"Yes." The shopkeeper still bowed his body, slowly exited the door, closed the door gently, raised his sleeves, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then walked slowly away.
Not long after, a huge carriage pulled by two horses stopped at the door of the inn.
As soon as the driver stopped the carriage, a middle-aged man about forty years old opened the door curtain and jumped out of the carriage.
Wearing a decent blue robe, made of fine silk and satin, coupled with his burly figure and square face, he looked like he was either rich or noble.
This person is Wang Zhongzhen, the owner of Zhongzheng Inn and one of the richest men in the capital.
Pushing open the door of the inn, Wang Zhongzhen hurriedly walked to the counter: "Where is the person?"
"The name of Jade is in the room." The shopkeeper replied hurriedly.
Standing there, Wang Zhongzhen arranged his clothes and felt that there was nothing wrong with him, then he took steps towards the stairs.
When he came to the door of the room, Wang Zhongzhen, like the shopkeeper, stretched out his hand and knocked twice on the door.
"Come in." The old man's voice came out again.
He gently pushed the door open, stepped across it, opened it, and then closed the door behind him.
With a "pop", Wang Zhongzhen knelt on the ground and called with great respect: "General!"
The old man turned around slowly, reached out and took off the bamboo hat on his head, and put it aside.
The chubby body is topped with a chubby head. Especially the bulging belly, the whole image looks particularly funny.
If Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui were here, he would be so surprised that he could not speak. When did the counselor next to him who was disguised as a guard turn out to be a general?
There are many kinds of generals in the Ming Dynasty. What kind of general is he?
"Yes." Mr. Zhang nodded, seeming to be very satisfied with Wang Zhongzhen's speed, "Get up, sit down and talk."
As he said that, he walked to the table and sat down first.
After receiving the answer, Wang Zhongzhen, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up hurriedly, walked to the table, picked up the teapot, turned over the tea bowl on the table, poured half of the bowl, and placed it respectfully in front of the elder, then bowed his body and slowly
He slowly sat on the chair opposite.
"General, why are you back suddenly?" Wang Zhongzhen asked in a low voice.
"Something happened over there, and I wasn't too worried about you here, so I took the opportunity to come back." Mr. Zhang picked up the tea bowl and blew it gently a few times.
"If the general takes action, we will definitely succeed this time." Wang Zhongzhen said happily.
"No." Mr. Zhang shook his head gently, "I can't take action this time, everything depends on you arranging manpower."
"With the current manpower in Dongchang Prison, it is not difficult for me to complete the task. However, wouldn't it be more appropriate if you take action?" Wang Zhongzhen asked in confusion.
"Don't underestimate the enemy. Dongchang sent back a Qianhu, the former Jinyi Guard Qianhu Liu Rufeng. The most important thing is that he is back too." Mr. Zhang said calmly.
Wang Zhongzhen was stunned: "You mean, young master?"
