Qingzhou, Qi Prince's Mansion.

This family, located in Qilu, was once extremely glorious in the eyes of countless bureaucrats and people, is now filled with sorrow and miserable scenes.

Zhu Jing knelt on the ground like a dead dog whose backbone was pulled away. The solemn and domineering dragon-patterned robe on her body also lost its luxurious spirit, and squeezed into a ball of wrinkled, like a wilted bed bug on Zhu Jing.

"Receive the order and thank you?"

The inner annals who had announced the imperial edict soared into the sky, but they didn't even bother to look at Zhu Jing.

Being deprived of his title and sent to the imperial prison means that Zhu Jing's only fate is a dead end!

Zhu Jing was trembling all over. He opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself for a few words, but he couldn't say anything. The attitude of the Xuanzhi Nei Guan made him very angry. He wanted to get angry and wanted to jump up and slash with a sword, but found that he didn't even have the courage to move a finger.

His confidants and guards were still there, kneeling all over the Qi palace, but no one dared to protect him anymore. From time to time, there was no reverence and loyalty that he had ever looked at him.

Just respect Luo Shirts but not others.

Without this king's title, Zhu Jing is a big deal!

The credit, arrogance, authority that he once thought was self-righteous, was so fragile that the emperor could easily deprive him of everything and knock him directly from the clouds that were high above into the dust!

He crawled on the ground with grief, and Zhu Jing smashed the ground with his head: "The criminal Zhu Jing, receive the order to thank him."

"Go to the dragon suit!"

The two Jinyiwei stepped forward and stripped Zhu Jing all over. He has now been stripped of the king's title, and his outer robe is lined with dragon patterns, so he is naturally not qualified to wear it. Zhu Jing, who has a bare butt, only had a marinade shirt wrapped around him. The cold wind of the winter moon blew, which made the man who was shaking could not help but tremble.

The imperial edict passed by Zhu Jing's head and was handed over to Zhu Xiansheng's hand behind Zhu Jing. The imperial edict smiled and helped Zhu Xiansheng up with a pale face: "Don't be afraid of your Highness, Your Majesty only holds Zhu Jing responsible. The title of the Qi Fan was appointed by Taizu. Your branch must be the same as the country."

Zhu Xiansheng took the imperial edict and looked at the father in front of him, the once arrogant Zhu Jing, and asked in a crying voice: "Please make it clear, my father, can your majesty say what to do with it?"

Is that imperial prison a place where people go?

In the year of Hongwu, the imperial prison is hell! After entering the imperial prison, you must first suffer the torture and cruelty as you can imagine in the world, and in the end you will be unable to escape death. These two words represent the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"Your Majesty's meaning, how dare you guess as a slave?"

The inner servant smiled. Even behind Zhu Xiansheng, Zhu Jing's concubine trembled with a huge silver note, which could not make him spit.

His face was as cold as ice, and he waved his hand coldly.

"Our family has taken the person and will go back and report to you. Your Highness, King Qi, stay and say goodbye."

Take the money, don't do anything.

The inner servant turned his head and locked Zhu Jing with his group and dragged him out of the Qi Palace. The servants who had knelt all over the ground hurriedly retreated from a road, fearing that they would block the road and be defiled as guilty of being accomplices.

And the commander-in-chief of Jinan Prefecture hundreds of miles away also looked sad.

When Yang Wen received the order, he was confused. He couldn't even understand why he was thrown into the imperial prison?

Old man, I have been in the military for half my life, and I can still afford to make contributions to the country and leave blood for the emperor. In the year of Taizu, he pacified Guangxi, Guizhou, and pacified Liaodong, how could he reach this land today?

Your Majesty, you cannot be loyal and treacherous!

The most appropriate feeling of sadness is Yang Wen’s feeling now.

Although he was completely disappointed, he was a veteran who had fought on the battlefield for many years, but Yang Wen still suppressed his grief and trembled to receive the order to thank him.

The old rules were to go to the official robe and get on the prison van. But when the prison van left Jinan Prefecture and arrived in the countryside and between the dense forests, the Jinyiwei on both sides lifted Yang Wen's shackles and shackles, and the civil servant who sent the order put a roast chicken and a pot of wine in front of Yang Wen.

"Hanshan Hou is hungry, it's all His Majesty's explanation, which will make you feel wronged for a few days."

Yang Wen, who was originally full of the king's desire to die, but the minister had to die, suddenly became resurrected with blood!

The old man instantly realized the words "Hanshan Hou" that the old man had a deep meaning. This is the Emperor.

"Well, how can you feel wronged as a minister?"

With chicken legs stuffed in his mouth, Yang Wen was really hungry and immediately swallowed it: "Since your Majesty has a life, we ministers should be punished to repay our kindness. I will say that I will trap me for a few days in prison. Even if I really cut my head, what are the complaints?"

The eunuch smiled.

Before he left the palace to pass the imperial edict, Zhu Yunwen murmured in a low voice, "Please go back to the imperial prison and stay for a while."

Please, for the time being.

If I could not even figure out the holy intention, then I would have been dying early in the crocodile pool in the palace.

Zhu Jing's thing is really damned. Yang Wen was unlucky. The main purpose was to give way to Kong Xi and Fan Teng. The Kong family is full of spies in Shandong. If they don't make this drama more realistic, how could they deceive those ghosts?

After eating and drinking, and having a clear mind, Yang Wen stood up and patted his butt and ran into the prison car happily.

"Come and put shackles on me."

Several Jinyiwei suppressed the laughter and handcuffed Yang Wen in a hurry. When he was shackled, he asked in a low voice: "Is it tight? Does it hurt?"

"It's okay."

Yang Wen was trapped in the prison car and could not move, but he was very generous: "I was fighting on the battlefield back then, and I was suffering from heavy damage without frowning. This little discomfort is nothing. Okay, you can rest each one. I will just sleep in this prison car for a few nights."

The more you suffer now, the more you can compensate the emperor in the future.

In this way, the Hanshan Marquis of the Ming Dynasty was trapped in the prison car with pleasure. After two days and nights, he saw the magnificent and solemn Nanjing City.

At this time, Yang Wen couldn't hold back his face.

There are many acquaintances in Nanjing.

It’s okay to travel merchants who come and go, but many Wu Xun’s children who hunt in the suburbs recognize him Yang Wen and rode on horseback for a moment.

"Look, is that Hanshan Hou?"

"Bah! The fart Marquis Hanshan, our Wuxun's face was thrown away by that old man. The bandit suppression in all provinces was smoothly tight, and he, the old man, had no achievements in Shandong."

"Ah? That's really a scum of my Ming warrior. What's the difference between a holy grace and a beast?"

"Yes, if you have some backbone, you don't need to surrender your crime. You should have committed suicide by dying."

The overwhelming insults made Yang Wen blush. He wanted to defend himself loudly, but he didn't dare to speak out several times, for fear of delaying Zhu Yunwen's arrangements, so he had to hang his head down and put it on the cold wooden iron shackles to comfort himself.

"Hanshan Hou doesn't have to be too ashamed."

The eunuch who sent the order rode a horse and approached the prison cart and muttered in a low voice: "There are not many people who know you except the people from the Five Military Palaces."

It is true that the people don’t know him, Yang Wen, but the people know prison carts.

As long as you see the prison car, the simple people know that there must be bastards, corrupt officials and other things in the car. Those who are idle on the roadside start looking for vegetable leaves, and those who are wealthy will pick out two eggs and smash Yang Wen in a mess.

After finally suffering all the way, I endured the gate of the imperial prison. There was a murderous intent here, but no people dared to come over. They happened to meet Zhu Jing who was coming from the other side.

The two of them did not hit the same city gate, but they ran into each other.

Both of them were lost in the world. Yang Wen became happy when he saw Zhu Jing and grinned.

"Haha, Your Highness, Your Highness, it's such a coincidence."

Look at Zhu Jing, a bear-like appearance, with a few big holes in his torn clothes and rotten. When the wind blew, his dark buttocks were faintly exposed under the linen.

This was taken back by being stripped naked.

"He is not the King of Qi anymore. His Highness of the King of Qi is his son Xiansheng."

Shuangxi, who came to handle the handover and settle down, was at the gate of the imperial prison and sneered when he heard this. With his identity, Zhu Xiansheng's name was directly named. Who could hear the imperial guards and eunuchs from both sides and outside, dared to go out and say that Shuangxi was the most evil?

The title of King Qi was given to Zhu Xiansheng?

Yang Wen suddenly lost his voice and immediately realized it in his mind.

Zhu Jing is not a show-off like him, the emperor is going to kill Zhu Jing!
Chapter completed!