In the early morning of November, the streets were deserted and the temperature was colder. The vendors who got up early and sold breakfast were all white.

On the banks of Xizi Lake, there were people coming down one after another in the brothels and prostitutes on the street. After a night of hard work, I went home when I was time to go home, and I went back to the inn to continue sleeping. I had to collect another day of money.

Those who came down from the brothel were the scholars who usually seemed gentle and elegant, with red eyes, innocent faces, and a little shivering, seemingly chilling in the morning breeze, and trembling slightly; there were also the rich men who were wide and fat, with no buttons on their clothes, and looked tired, but had a little weak and weak feet; there were also the rich men who ran around the world, with a proud look on their faces, as if they were not visiting the kiln last night, but entering the bridal chamber, or were proud of their bravery of the three-time plum blossom last night; there were also some minor officials, lowering their heads and hurried away, not wanting others to recognize them; as for those truly rich and powerful gentry or officials, they had already been waiting for carriages, horses, and sedan chairs, and were picked up after being exposed.

So the breakfast stalls on the street became lively. Except for the big guys who were warmed by carriages and horses, and the little officials who were slid away in a hurry, the others played the big swords all night long, and they were finally going to replenish their energy.

There are even more sensible people who use breakfast and bring some buns, fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, meat porridge, etc. to their wife and children, which is also considered loving and considerate.

"Give me ten crab roe buns and a bowl of meat porridge."

A muffled sound rang out, and a tall man in brocade clothes stood in front of the stall, which shocked everyone beside the stall to avoid it.

Zhu Xie was arrogant because of his favor, "All the officials of the family were visible, and the servants of Zuo also reached the golden purple." There were dozens of slaves who had taken gold belts in his family. The folk proverb said: "Gold belt, silver belt, Zhu family circle in the Zhao family world."

Among the generals and slaves of the Zhu family, those who can wear brocade clothes are all their confidants and minions and have a very high status. Especially those who are surrounded by gold belts, they are even more confidant. Even ordinary county officials should be courteous.

The person in front of the stall was the one who had a gold belt, so everyone was naturally afraid of it and avoided it. The vendor also hurriedly chose a clean table and chair and brought it with steaming breakfast.

The man had used up his breakfast and didn't pay the money, so he got up and left, and the vendor naturally didn't dare to ask.

The man walked to the street and saw a well-decorated carriage coming slowly. With a light wave, the carriage stopped abruptly and stopped beside him.

"Master, where are you going?" the coachman asked respectfully.

"Zhu Mansion in the west of the city." The man said, and got on the carriage.

As soon as he lifted the curtain and leaned into his head, he was grabbed into the car by a pair of iron-pliers and fell into the car.

The man was shocked and was about to struggle, but his face and nose were covered again. A strange fragrance poured into his nostrils with the warm silk cloth, and then he fell asleep in a deep state.

There were only a few people on the street in the early morning. Even if there were people outside the carriage, they would only see the carriage shaking a few times, so naturally they would not be suspicious.

Drive ~

The coachman shouted, whipped the whip and made a crisp sound of slapping. The wheels slowly started and slowly moved to the distance.

More and more brothels who had been playing with big swords all night came out, and the breakfast stalls became more lively, and the streets were still peaceful and peaceful.

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The north of the city, Hangzhou Prefecture Prison.

Hundreds of armored soldiers stood solemnly at the entrance of the prison, with swords and guns like forests, and crossbows and arrows guarding them, as if they were facing a great enemy. In front of them, deer antlers were also filled with them, and this formation was obviously not allowed to be a mistake.

The dignified Hangzhou prefect and a fifth-rank official, the most important thing is the son of Cai Jing, the prime minister of the dynasty. This is a huge matter for Zhu Xie. It should be noted that Zhu Xie was appreciated by Zhao Ji through Cai Jing's support. He was safe and sound in Jiangnan. Half because of Zhao Ji's stupidity, and half because of Cai Jing's cover. Now Lao Enxiang's son has been killed by an assassin. If the captured assassin makes another difference, how can he explain to Lao En?

If the assassin acts so boldly, there must be a complicity, and maybe someone will come to rob the prison.

Except for him, anyone who is close to the gate of the prison will be killed without any hesitation. This is Zhu Jie's death order.

So in the past few days, not only people cannot get close to them, but even the sparrows who dare to get close have been shot and killed.

The sun sets, and the setting sun shines.

The bright red glow shone on the swords and guns guarding the gate of the prison, shining with blood.

At this moment, a group of people came stepping on the bloody setting sun and approached the prison door.

"Prepare a crossbow!" The head of the door shouted anxiously.

Large crossbows have already targeted the visitor.

"It's the defensive commander!" Someone said shocked. (Note: The defensive commander written in the previous chapter was wrong. At this time, Zhu Xie had not yet been promoted to the Jiedushi)

Those who came up looked up and saw about a dozen people coming, all wearing brocade clothes and gold belts, protecting a warm sedan chair. Those who came down from the warm sedan chair slowly were wearing red robes and official hats, fat and big figure, square face and big ears. Who wouldn't be Zhu Xie?

He never expected that Zhu Xie would come to check the prison so late, so he hurriedly ordered the crossbowman to put down the crossbow arrow and strode forward to meet him.

If you want to say that Dutou is very careful, you come close to him and carefully examine Zhu Jie's face. After confirming that it is correct, you bent down and bowed: "Dutou Lei Heng, pay homage to the defensive commander. I don't know if the host is here, you will be in a farewell welcome!"

"Okay, okay, there's no need to be polite... The defense makes the adults feel at ease with the assassin. Come and inspect it, let's get out of the way!" A young domestic slave wearing a brocade and gold belt beside him shouted impatiently.

Lei Dutou hurriedly stood up, gave in a sluggish way, and waved his hand to everyone at the door to move aside.

The wing army in front made a move away, and someone had already moved the antlers blocking the road, and the deputy head in charge of the keys of the door hurriedly opened the closed prison door.

Zhu Xie snorted coldly, surrounded by the slaves of Jinyi, slowly entered the prison, followed the deputy head who led the way and walked all the way to the cell where Wu Song was imprisoned.

At this moment, Naduan suddenly found that in Zhu Jie and his team, two people actually went to the prison with a box. Unconsciously, their faces changed. They were about to get up and follow them to ask, but they stopped in the end.

He was just a head, and he was the only one who was the defensive commander, and he was the turn of asking about the matter of the defensive commander. Even if the defensive commander brought in a few unclothed women, he could only turn a blind eye... He just wanted to confirm that the defensive commander was coming.

At the entrance of the prison, two guards were whispering.

"The boy next to the defensive commander is so handsome, isn't it..."

"I haven't heard that the defense commander is as good as Long Yang, and that boy is handsome, but he doesn't look like a rabbit."

"You are just an amateur person. I didn't see that the rest of the people were all respectful. Only this person was like a master in front of the protection. If he was not arrogant because of his favor, how dare he do this?"

"Well... ban the sound. If the defense makes the adults hear it, you can't wait to eat and leave."

A group of Qiu Ba who looked at the heart of the sacred man, Ku had been guarding the prison for a long time, but he was very gossipy...

The number room where Wu Song was detained was in the middle of the prison, and the surrounding number rooms were cleared, leaving only Wu Song's family, and there were two sword-wearing guards at the door, which was very cautious.

When he arrived at the cell room, the young slave in brocade clothes looked inside and saw Wu Song, wearing shackles and shackles, sleeping in the straw, nodding slightly.

He turned around and said to the pair of people: "Leave the key to me, and you can go out. The defense commander will interrogate the assassin alone."

The head and the two Absass were stunned and showed a puzzled look at Zhu Xie. However, when Zhu Xie snorted coldly, he was so shocked that he hurriedly handed the key in his hand to the young slave and bowed his head to the quit.

One of the guards stopped for a moment when passing the large red suitcase, and then heard the young Jinyi slave scolding, "What do you think? The box is full of torture instruments for torture. Do you want to try it?"

The head and the two Absass were suddenly shocked, and no longer doubted, he hurriedly retreated in shame.
Chapter completed!