Due to the arrival of the three newly arrested important prisoners, the entire prison staff took full action to maintain the safety of the prison.
All the sentries near the courtyard wall, each holding a torch, illuminated the courtyard as bright as day.
In the yard, four groups of five people patrolled back and forth non-stop.
Du Shaoqin, the warden of the prison, personally stood in front of the door of the cell where Liao Xianghe was imprisoned, with his right hand on the handle of the knife on his waist, and his eyes were looking around vigilantly.
Footsteps sounded at the door, and four figures walked in slowly in the cold wind.
It was Lin Shangli, Xiao Chen, Duan Tianming, and Xiao Lizi.
Du Shaoqin held a torch and hurriedly greeted him.
"For humble posts, please see Mr. Factory Master. The prison has been tightened security. Liao Xianghe's cell and his subordinates are being guarded by a total of five people to ensure that the prisoners are safe."
"Okay, this Liao Xianghe is a crucial task in this case. We came to interrogate him overnight." Lin Shangli nodded.
"Factory boss, please come this way." As he said that, Du Shaoqin took a step back and pointed to the cell where Liao Xianghe was imprisoned.
Several people came to the door of the cell. The captain at the door had already opened the iron lock on the door and stepped aside.
Lin Shangli stood in front of the door, paused, raised his left hand, opened the door, and walked in.
The room was filled with light.
On each of the four walls, an oil basin was hung for lighting. The lamp oil inside was burning brightly, and the bright light could clearly see every strand of Liao Xianghe's hair.
Liao Xianghe stood upright in the center of the cell, his left arm that had been sectioned off by Xiao Chen had been bandaged.
The white gauze used for bandaging looked very inconsistent with his gorgeous python suit.
Liao Xianghe looked towards the door, his sallow face showing no expression at all. His remaining right arm was held behind his back as always, as if he was not in prison, but still making waves in Fusi, Beizhen.
"Master Liao, you are well." Looking at Liao Xianghe who was standing straight in the center of the room, Lin Shangli walked in with a smile on his face.
"Eunuch Lin, your question is a bit hypocritical. I was taken from Beizhen Fusi to Dongchang Prison. Do you think I am okay or not?" A faint smile appeared on Liao Xianghe's sallow face.
Before the founding of Dongchang, Lin Shangli was the eunuch in charge of the ceremony, and he was also the only person who accompanied Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty and took care of his daily life.
And Liao Xianghe was in charge of the imperial edict, and he came to the palace to directly confront the saint about all the cases. The only person who had handled all the materials was Lin Shangli.
After going back and forth, the two of them were not only close friends, but also very familiar to each other.
However, both of them were the emperor's confidants. When Ming Chengzu called Liao Xianghe into the imperial study room for discussion, Lin Shangli felt inexplicably disappointed.
Similarly, every time he met the emperor, Liao Xianghe also felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Lin Shangli spending time with Ming Chengzu day and night, and sometimes having to hand over materials to him for delivery to the emperor.
Perhaps, this is the brilliance of Ming Chengzu. Both of them are close confidants, and occasionally favoring one over the other will make them more loyal to themselves and gain their trust.
Of course, gaining the absolute trust of Ming Chengzu has a deeper meaning for Liao Xianghe. However, in this competition with Lin Shangli, he was not willing to fail. Although his ultimate goal was not just to gain the trust of Ming Chengzu
, but if he falls out of favor, it will prove that his ability is actually inferior to that of a eunuch. This is not the result he wants.
"Master Liao, where is your left arm?" Lin Shangli seemed to have just realized that the other party had lost his left arm. He took two steps forward and looked at the wound on his shoulder with blood oozing out carefully.
"It's just a left arm. It was just a meeting gift I gave to Eunuch Lin." Liao Xianghe was not angry at all, and his sallow face remained calm as usual.
"This is not possible. How can such a big wound be restrained by an official uniform? Come here, take off Mr. Liao's python suit and put him into some looser clothes." Lin Shangli's eyes were full of concern.
If they weren't in prison, if they didn't know the opposing identities of the two at this moment, people would really think that Lin Shangli was thinking about each other.
Hearing what Lin Shangli said, how could Du Shaoqin, the prison warden behind him, not understand the deep meaning of his factory master? He hurriedly opened the white coarse cloth Dongchang prison uniform in his hand and stepped forward.
"Since I have become a prisoner of Dongchang, I have no intention of continuing to wear this python suit. I will take it off myself." As he said that, Liao Xianghe tore off the belt around his waist with his right hand and took off the gorgeous python suit.
It was torn off his body and fell to the ground.
Then he took the prison uniform from Du Shaoqin's hand, threw it into the air, and rose up into the air. His right hand danced in the air, and when he landed, even the lapels were buttoned neatly.
"Papa papa." Lin Shangli raised his hands and patted them three times in the air.
"Master Liao is so skilled. Even without his left arm, he is still so energetic. Hahaha." Lin Shangli raised his head and laughed, looking like an absolute winner.
Xiao Chen behind him had a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
Although he was severely injured, he could still maintain such skill. Liao Xianghe's own strength should not be underestimated.
Judging from just the moment he took off and landed on the ground, he put on his clothes and buttoned up all the plackets, it can be seen that Liao Xianghe's strength is not inferior to those of the dead soldiers. The most important thing is that his speed is much higher than that of the dead soldiers.
But why didn't he dodge when he struck his left arm with a knife?
According to his strength, even if he couldn't dodge his own sword, he should at least have a dodge action. Why didn't he even make a dodge action?
Was he too frightened to avoid the situation? Obviously not.
In addition to worrying about the mood swings of several of his subordinates, from the first time he entered Beizhen Fusi to now, Liao Xianghe has been calm and unable to find any flaws.
Even if you are wearing a prison uniform, is it necessary to show your strength in a prison?
Or is it that he doesn't want to admit defeat in the overt and covert battle with the factory owner?
In other words, he didn't fail at all?
The lamp basin on the wall was burning brightly, and the wavering flames actually illuminated Liao Xianghe's sallow face, giving off a trace of rosy color.
Liao Xianghe was dressed in a prison uniform, with the sleeves of his left arm hanging straight down, while his right hand was still held behind his back as if he were wearing a python suit.
Looking at Lin Shangli in front of him, Liao Xianghe had a smile on his face: "I have never neglected martial arts training in my life. No matter you are in a high position or a commoner, the only person you can rely on is yourself. If you entrust your destiny to
When it comes to others, you can only be a pitiful creature who is at the mercy of others."
At the last word, Liao Xianghe's eyes slowly looked at Xiao Chen, who was behind Lin Shangli and remained silent.
