"Ben Bo..."

Fang Xing stood up and said, "Fear cannot be an obstacle to your new life, it is digging a hole for yourself."

Que Tong stood up in panic and said, "Brother, little girl... I feel like duckweed on the lake, and I don't know where to go..."

"Then go find a job. Now the city of Peking is still stable. Do something casually and slowly calm down. As for the future, it depends on yourself... Buddha will not be able to save anyone!"

Fang Xing turned around and left. Before he could ask, he took the initiative to explain to Queshu.

"That's also a pitiful person, infatuated!"

Zhang Shuhui took Wuyou in her arms, then glanced at Xiaobai who was beside Fang Xing, and said, "Husband, then Yang Yan really can't do it?"

...

Yang Yan really couldn't do it anymore. In the prison of the Ministry of Justice, the retaliatory criminals brought back from Jinan were the best of his "treatment".

In the single room, Yang Yan sat blankly on the tattered straw mat, listening to someone shouting next to him.

"...I want to see Your Majesty, please, I will meet Your Majesty..."

This is Jiang Xuze's voice. He has become so manic since he was sentenced to exile by the emperor.

Zheng He is back. When a small fleet goes out to sea next time, it is when they go overseas.

As for the location, some prisoners didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. They often talked about the wilderness of the places in Sumatra, and the large island that the Han King wanted, which was even more like a hell...

It's scary!

Some people are seeking death and hitting the fence with their heads, but unfortunately they only added a few bags and pain to themselves, which is useless.

As for hunger strike...

Yang Yan tried it all, but he had been hungry for two days and felt uncomfortable as if he was burned by fire. However, the prison guards were just curious to check whether he had starved to death every day.

I don't care!

So the hunger strike failed!

"...Your Majesty, I was killed by Qian Hui! Chang Yu was assassinated, I... it must be Qian Hui's work, it must be..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Jiang Xuze suddenly burst into laughter, crazy and wanton.

Yang Yan leaned his head and looked at the aisle outside, listened with his ears, and then quickly shrank back.

"Your Majesty, I am loyal, Your Majesty! Those traitors, that family...ah!"

After the rapid footsteps, the sound of wooden sticks whipping and the sound of Jiang Xuze screaming were everywhere in this relatively closed space, and they could not be avoided.

"Shut up your stinky mouth! I'll break your legs when I hear this next time!"

The jailer was tired of fighting and rested and scolded in panting.

Then there was a whimper.

"Your Majesty... I am guilty... I am willing to make meritorious service..."

The faint sound slowly came out, with a bit of weirdness, which made people creepy.

"Sooner or later, I'll be a lunatic!"

The jailer's scolding was still heard, and he slowly walked over.

"In the Huangzhong, the documents on Xinghe Bo's mansion."

The visitor leaned over slightly, looked at Yang Yan, who kept huddling inside, and said, "I'm here to come down to ask something..."

"I don't know! I don't know..."

Jiang Xuze hugged his head with both hands and shouted sharply: "Don't kill me! I don't know anything, don't kill me..."

The jailer far behind came over and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Huang, do you have to deal with him at a young age?"

Huang Zhong shook his head, and the jailer retreated with apologized and smiled.

He dared not be here, otherwise he would hear something he shouldn't have heard, and he was afraid that he would become cannon fodder for the struggle between the two sides.

"Don't kill me, I don't know anything..."

Huang Zhong frowned and looked at Yang Yan who was hysterical inside and said, "If you go crazy, you must be stabbed, so... have you figured it out?"

"Don't……"

Yang Yan stopped shouting, and Huang Zhong whispered: "Have you recalled what the family said to you?"

Yang Yan glanced at him timidly and said, "I thought about it a little..."

There is a small table and chair in the cell, and all four treasures of the study are included.

Huang Zhong glanced at it, his face turned cold, he stood up straight, and asked, "You... didn't write?"

Yang Yanqiang smiled and said, "Mr. Huang, I'm down... I'm down with some wrists..."

"Are you waiting for a price?"

Huang Zhong's eyes became even colder, and he said sarcastically: "You're thinking too much."

Yang Yan lowered his head and suddenly laughed.

He raised his eyes hard, looked at Huang Zhong, and said, "Mr. Huang, Xing and Bo are cruel and ruthless. If there is no guarantee, I will not dare... Otherwise, silence will naturally follow."

"You don't!"

Huang Zhong said regretfully: "It's really hard to catch the family's handle, it's a pity."

He turned around and nodded to the jailer, and left.

The footsteps were very steady, which made Yang Yan, who was expecting the miracle to appear, feel more and more panicked.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Yang Yan slowly bent over to the fence and looked at it.

Huang Zhong was turning and saw Yang Yan's movements at the corner of his eyes. He shook his head slightly and then stopped.

Yang Yan's cheeks were trembling, his lips opened and trembled: "Say, I'd like to say..."

He could hear the faint sounds almost only.

He suddenly grabbed the fence, shook it hard, and shouted: "Mr. Huang, I am willing to say it, and I will say it immediately..."

The shouts echoed in the prison, but received no response.

Yang Yan shouted to the other side in despair: "Mr. Huang, I'm wrong, I'm willing to say anything, and I'm saying anything..."

"Ho ho ho!"

A gloating laughter came from Jiang Xuze. Shaoqing heard him say, "Just you deserve to know the family's affairs? I don't even know, who are you?"

As the footsteps came, Yang Yan quickly became reserved and even tidied up his hair.

The footsteps were rapid, but the first thing that caught Yang Yan's eyes was a wooden stick...

"ah……"

...

"Brother, Yang Yan seems to be just a dog."

There were two basins of ice in the study room. After closing the door, the temperature was pleasant.

Fang Xing took a sip of tea and smiled and said, "Is it a big fanfare?"

Huang Zhong nodded and said, "Yes, I told my name when I went in and let him yell loudly when I talked to Yang Yan."

"very good."

After Huang Zhong left, Fang Xing took a nap in the study.

"Master, someone asked for a meeting and said it was... the old friend of Jinan."

"Let him in."

Fang Xing sat on the recliner, laying forty-five degrees, and then squinted his eyes to rest.

Shaoqing Xiaodao brought a middle-aged man in.

"After leaving Jinan, Xing and Bo have made great contributions to the conquest, and I admire him."

The person who came was the second uncle of the man in brocade clothes. He bowed and smiled gently.

Fang Xing frowned and said, "What do you want to say when you come to see Benbang?"

The middle-aged man bowed and said, "Haojiaxing and Bo learned that my family has now focused on learning and ignores everything outside."

“It’s very difficult…”

Fang Xing felt that this family must be afraid, and was afraid of being slapped by Zhu Zhanji and not being able to turn over for a hundred years.

The middle-aged man felt that this was a sarcasm and said, "Xing and Bode returned from victory. He should have been happy, but he knew that the Ming Dynasty was in the north and south at this moment... disappointed, no, despair..."

Fang Xing was still lying down. He said lightly: "A country makes a decision and it is impossible for everyone to be happy. As long as most people are happy, it is enough. As for what those desperate people think and do whatever they want, just do whatever they want."

The middle-aged man beat him up and said, "Now there are no foreign enemies. It is the time for Xinghe Bo to show his skills. I am ordered to congratulate you."

"You... came to see Benbo to say these sour words?"

The middle-aged man said awkwardly: "My family members are here to come and congratulate you."
Chapter completed!