Zhou Zheng ordered that the Jade Culinary was the headquarters of the Bei'an King, and no one was allowed to approach. The guests staying at the Jade Culinary were persuaded to check out and leave. Therefore, except for Cheng Mo and the guards on the third floor, only the servants were waiting to be summoned.

A group of servants outside the door and pedestrians all detoured.

Mung bean applied the medicine for good injury. The stick injury was healed a lot. The wound began to scar and the blood no longer leaked out. However, it was still inconvenient to move. Zhou Zheng did not dare to neglect what he told me. He asked someone to lift the soft couch, lay on the soft couch, and guarded outside the Jade House gate.

Some servant who flattered him brought good tea and snacks and said, "The King of Bei'an is so big that even Alang has to serve him carefully, so he has to work hard to get the boss."

Mung Dou didn't dare to have any resentment and said, "Alang ordered, let's just do it, why do you say so much?"

The servant repeatedly claimed that it was.

Mung Bean bite a piece of dessert, then spat, and said, "Where did you get this dessert? It's almost rotten."

The servant brought it over and looked in front of him, and said, "No way? I took it in the kitchen of Jade House." Then he was angry and said, "Is it the chef of Jade House fooling me? The boss is waiting, I'll go and change it to you. I dare to fool me, and see if I don't discount his legs."

He angrily took the snack plate and went in. A Fei flashed out of the darkness, covered Mung Bean's mouth with one hand, picked up Mung Bean's belt with the other, took him up, and went up the eaves with a whoosh, crossed the yard, and entered the third floor.

The mung beans couldn't make a sound, but their eyes could still see things, which made them so scared that they were so scared that they were flying out of the sky.

Cheng Mo leaned on the couch, reading a book in one hand and holding tea in the other hand, drinking tea while reading a book. Heizi next to him was dipped on the chair, pouring water on a pot to make tea, and grinning, "Alang, why don't you burn when you make tea?"

Cheng Mo calmed down: "Just get used to it."

Heizi's five fingers were burnt red and said, "I would rather take a sword than do this."

"Haha." Cheng Mo smiled and said, "Go down."

"No." Heizi was granted a general amnesty and rushed to stand guard outside the door.

Cheng Mo was reading while making tea. Half an hour later, A Fei came and said, "Alang, the evil slave said that the Censor Zhou was thrown in the toilet with his own hands. He drowned until he was half dead before he lifted it up and threw it in the dungeon. He was still alive yesterday, but I don't know today. He drew the picture of the dungeon, and the young man had already dealt with it. The younger one would go to save the Censor Zhou."

Cheng Mo said: "Since there is a dungeon, the guards must be tightly guarded. You can bring a few more people. Remember, if things cannot be done, safety is the first priority."

A Fei felt warm in his heart and said, "I understand little."

Cheng Mo has always put their safety first, even if they are just a small guard, and Zhou Jin is the imperial censor.

As Fei left and Cheng Mo continued to read. The more important the moment, the more calm he could be, and never think randomly or worry about gains and losses. This is a habit developed in his previous life.

The weather in early spring is still very cold, and the dungeon is even colder. Zhou Jin is lying on the cold ground and is already in a dizzy mood.

The dungeon is like a large prison, consisting of small cells, but the ground of the prison is covered with hay. The prison guards will change them to bedding for rich prisoners. Although the smell is bad, it is better than being frozen on the hay. Those who are locked in the dungeon will not be treated like this. The dungeon is cold and wet, and there is nothing on the ground.

There was also a man in the prison cell two rooms separated from Zhou Jin. He was like Zhou Jin and had a bruised nose and swollen face. He had obviously been beaten, but he was not thrown into the shit pit and almost drowned, and his whole body was stinking.

The air in the dungeon was not circulating. Since Zhou Jin was thrown in, he had been smelling the smell of shit and urine, and he disliked Zhou Jin very much.

People here here have a bowl of cold rice and a bowl of well water every day, which is delivered by the servants in the mansion. Today, the servants only deliver food to him alone. Zhou Jin lay on the ground motionless again. He suspected that Zhou Jin was dead, and pinched his nose and shouted through the two empty cells: "Hey, hey, are you still alive?"

Zhou Jin heard someone calling him in a daze, wanting to open his eyes, but his eyelids weighed as much as a thousand pounds, so how could he open it?

The man sighed: "It seems that he is dead."

He thought of another person being killed by Zhou Zheng, and he didn't know how many days he could live, and he felt sad.

The door sounded softly, and it sounded very clearly in the quiet night. Then the footsteps came in, and the dungeon was quiet, step by step, and it was heard very clearly.

The man glanced at Zhou Jin and sighed: "It seems that he was collecting his body."

There is a dim lamp on the walls of the dungeon, emitting a miserable infiltration light. The lamp is on day and night. Every three days, the servants who deliver food will add soybean oil to the lamp.

With the light, the man saw the figure of the visitor clearly and exclaimed, the person who came was covered in black scarf, not a servant in a small hat.

With a picture of mung beans, A Fei quickly found the entrance to the dungeon. Just in Zhou Zheng’s study, there was a raised place behind a picture of a lady. Press this place and the wall moved to reveal the entrance and exit.

A Fei took four companions on the eaves until Zhou Zheng left the study room and locked the study room door before he quietly touched in. The four companions were outside and he came in in person.

"Who are you?" the man pointed at Zhou Jin and said, "Are you here to kill him?"

The dungeon was quite empty, with only two people, and the only one who was emitting a foul smell was Zhou Jin lying on the ground. A Fei said, "Who are you?" As he spoke, he kept walking towards Zhou Jin's cell, twisted the lock, pushed the door and went in, and he immediately picked up the breath.

The man first opened his eyes wide and looked at him. Seeing A Fei carefully picking up Zhou Jin, not afraid of the stench on his body, but rather afraid of hurting him. He suddenly realized that he was here to save him. He hurriedly shouted: "Help the hero, help the hero. The Lord of Zhouzhou took a fancy to my house and asked me to sell it to him at a low price. That is my ancestral property. No matter how high the price is, I can't sell it, let alone sell it at a low price? If I don't sell it, he asked someone to lock me up here and say he must lock me up until I sell it. Please help the hero to save me together."

The man felt that this was most likely the only chance to escape. He said anxiously, squeezing the fence of the cell. The spacing of the fences imitated the cell in the prison. His head could not be squeezed past it, but instead the purple wound on his face was worn out.

A Fei picked up Zhou Jin and came out, and the man was so anxious that he shouted: "Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave."

He thought A Fei had left, but he didn't expect A Fei to come in again soon, twisted the lock, and said, "Can you leave?"

"Ah?" He was stunned.

The servant guarding the dungeon was sleeping in the ear room. When he heard something outside in his sleep, he quickly got up. Through the crack of the door, he saw someone at the entrance of the study room. Without thinking, he immediately rang the bell in the room.

The ringtone rang throughout the front yard.

A Fei's face changed drastically and he said, "Go away."

It was too late, and the footsteps were heard, and the guards in the mansion rushed over like a tide, and the torches made the entrance of the study room and courtyard bright as daytime.
Chapter completed!