Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

Imprisonment, the penultimate day of the lecture.

"The so-called Peach Blossom Land is just an ideal land for survival. Unfortunately, no one can realize it in the end. On the contrary, the prison can be called a small Peach Blossom Land."

Jiang Xinghuo stood in the prison and raised his voice, probably quoting a bit of Brother Xun's accent.

"Two meals a day, don't worry about freezing and exhaustion; daily life is stable, there will be no harm to life; the structure is solid, will not collapse; under the supervision of the jailer, there will be no crime. It is so safe to live in this prison, you are really the son of a daughter of gold. I can’t sit down anymore, but there is one thing missing: freedom.”

After getting along with him for a period of time, Zheng He has become completely immune to Jiang Xinghuo's weird remarks from time to time.

Sometimes, Zheng He couldn't tell clearly whether Jiang Xinghuo's remarks were sarcastic, risqué, sentimental about current events, borrowing from the past to describe the present, or a combination of all of them.

However, Zheng He was obviously not in the mood today to carefully identify the hidden intentions in Jiang Xinghuo's words.

the reason is simple.

——Zhu Di is coming!

Although Zheng He couldn't see what was going on in the next prison cell, he was convinced that the supreme Ming Emperor should have arrived at his loyal prison at this moment.

For this penultimate lesson, the Emperor must come to the prison to listen to it in person, rather than through a wall of eavesdropping and amplification that can be good or bad.

In fact, after Ji Gang's diagnosis in a cold sweat, the wall with increasing ceramic cracks was already on Jinyiwei's list of key reconstruction projects.

But whether or when it can be rebuilt, no one can tell.

Zheng He was not in the mood to talk to Jiang Xinghuo, but Old Man Zhuo was in the mood.

Eat well, sleep well, and have a new destiny in life. No, hope, Old Man Zhuo is very happy for someone to talk to him more.

And the reason why everyone still chooses to lie down and sleep in the Zhao Prison in the early morning, even though the sun is already rising outside, is mainly because there is really nothing to do in the Zhao Prison.

In fact, there are many Confucian scholars and officials in the imperial prisons, but no one here engages in the practice of reciting poems and composing poems in prison to show his integrity. It's not that he doesn't want everyone to see his literary character.

The first reason is that the prison officials do not care about lunch and only give them two meals of soup in the morning and evening. As long as they move and talk too much, they will lose energy.

Of course, this is also a common management method in prisons. What should we do if the prisoners are too full and have the strength to escape? Why bother yourself.

Of course, for literati, style is the primary creative force.

In the past, there were still people who wanted to establish their own style, but it was a pity.

The second reason is that there are real bosses in the prison.

For example, he would always say to Jiang Xinghuo, "The person squatting next to you is the old man Zhuo Jingzhuo who was ranked second in the rankings in the 21st year of Hongwu by Taizu Emperor Gao, the Right Minister of Hubu, a famous talent in the Ming Dynasty, and the master of Confucianism."

Old Man Zhuo was a figure who was personally said by Emperor Yongle that "the country has been raising scholars for thirty years, but only one Zhuo Jing has been honored." Such a person has never even composed a poem or a poem. How can an ordinary Confucian scholar dare to speak?

In addition, the air in the prison is turbid, and you will naturally feel sleepy after staying there for a long time, so sleeping in a coma is undoubtedly the best choice.

Zhuo Jing simply continued: "Well, little friend Jiang, you might as well say that since this imperial prison is a paradise of peach blossoms and an ideal hometown, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to sacrifice your freedom as a price, right?"

"Leak, leak, leak!"

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head and just continued to quote Brother Xun's words: "This is the way of life taught by ancient precepts, which teaches people not to move. If you don't move, you will certainly make fewer mistakes, but if you don't move, you will make fewer mistakes. Aren't there fewer mistakes? I think people should move upward, that is, for the sake of development, and it doesn't matter if they make some mistakes. Only living half-dead and half-life is a total mistake. Because he hangs up the sign of life, in fact But it leads people to death!"

"Who are you kidding Jiang?" Zhuo Jing was unsure for a moment.

Jiang Xinghuo was talking about the prisoners in the imperial prison, but Zhuo Jing was 100% sure that what Jiang Xinghuo wanted to say was definitely not the prisoners in the imperial prison.

Jiang Xinghuo looked innocent: "I'm not mocking anyone! Don't wrongly accuse good people."

Zhuo Jing frowned and looked at the wet ink on Jiang Xinghuo's side of the paper, feeling that Jiang Xinghuo had indeed meant something.

Right now.

"come out."

The jailer took away an unfamiliar prisoner with wooden shackles, whether for interrogation or torture. This little thing did not attract anyone's attention.

After the prisoner was brought to the execution chamber and the wooden shackles were removed, he calmly paid homage.

"Lord Commander!"

The person in front of me was wearing a silk robe with a coiled collar and right hem, and was tied with a gold lychee belt. He looked like a third-rank official of the imperial court.

This person is none other than Ji Gang.

A dignitary cannot stand out in front of others, just like walking at night in brocade robes. Of course Ji Gang is not such a person, so he chose to wear public clothes directly.

Ji Gang sat on the Taishi chair, holding tea in his hand, took a sip and said.

"Get up, it's hard work for you to play prisoner."

Before Zheng He went to jail, he asked Ji Gang not to visit or take special care of him, but Ji Gang naturally only agreed superficially.

Secretly, Jin Yiwei was sent to pretend to be a prisoner, and then sneaked into the prison to secretly observe every move of Zheng He, Jiang Xinghuo, Zhuo Jing and others.

In addition to collecting information on several people and verifying his own inferences, Ji Gang also has the intention of protecting him.

After all, the last time King Gu rebelled, something went wrong in the imperial edict.

Although the Valley King has now been imprisoned in Fengyang, the central capital, and the whole palace of the Valley King has been slaughtered by Zhu Di, who can guarantee that there will not be a second Valley King popping up?

Jin Yiwei's hidden stake told everything that happened from last night to this morning. Ji Gang was not interested in Jiang Xinghuo's globe or anything like that. He had known about these things for a long time, and Ji Gang felt that they had little to do with him.

But when Jin Yiwei's secret post mentioned that Jiang Xinghuo said that Zhao Prison was a paradise of peach blossoms and an ideal hometown, and seemed to be writing a few stories, Ji Gangshou shuddered, and the hot tea actually splashed on Fei robe.

Ji Gang didn't bother to wipe it, but put down the tea cup and asked attentively.

"Mr. Jiang really said that?"

"Indeed."

Ji Gang breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Do you know the names of the stories Mr. Jiang is writing?"

Anzhuang replied: "I glanced at the title page when I was passing by. I didn't read the whole page. It was probably something like "Guan, Appearance" and so on."

"Okay, you go back first, and I'll have to work hard for you for a few more days." Ji Gang thought for a while and then asked, "The eunuch of the third security guard is smart and determined, so don't make him suspicious."

"I understand that this is my duty, and it is a matter of course!"

After receiving the order, the cronies hurriedly acted, but there was no one in the execution room.

Ji Gang picked up the tea cup, took a sip first, then put it down again, then sighed and said in his heart.

"This Mr. Jiang has extraordinary abilities. He is a strange person that I have never seen in my life. He is really like a banished immortal coming to the world. There is just something wrong. Can you get out of the prison as soon as possible? I am troubled every day. On tenterhooks."

Naturally, Jiang Xinghuo didn't know that his chats with his fellow inmates when he was bored had been known to Ji Gang, the commander of the Jinyi Guards.

In fact, he didn't care even if Jiang Xinghuo found out.

After this class and the last class, Jiang Xinghuo was about to go out.

By then, what will happen in the Ming Dynasty will probably be a vigorous social change and a great social experiment that is unprecedented and unprecedented.

What does it matter about what a character is thinking in this little paradise of imperial edicts?

As Brother Xun said, "But if you must ask me what goals young people should aim for, then I can only say what I designed for others, which is: first, survival, second, food and clothing, and third, development. Those who dare No matter who comes to hinder these three things, we will resist him and destroy him!"

Survival, food and clothing, development.

Jiang Xinghuo's thoughts wandering about the possible future were briefly interrupted.

"Mr. Jiang, I wonder if you can take the globe with you when you go out for fun later?"

Facing the new inmate's inquiry, Jiang Xinghuo asked calmly.

"Why? It's quite heavy to hold."

There was not much expression on Zheng Hei Chi's face. He asked calmly: "I want to take a closer look at this globe."

"It's not impossible, you can carry it later." Jiang Xinghuo responded casually.

Everyone just lay there until noon, and soon it was time to relax.

The prisoners who were willing to go out for a walk lined up and walked out under the supervision of the jailer, while those who were unwilling to go for a walk continued to take a nap.

During the break time, scattered prisoners appeared in the prison courtyard.

The guards in royal robes sat in the dental chamber, while the jailers, holding water and fire sticks, hid under the eaves or in the shade of the wall, listlessly monitoring the prisoners being released.

Only a few middle-aged jailers on duty, because Ji Gang ordered to increase the vigilance, reluctantly made a gesture with a few crossbows that were not sure whether they could be drawn high on the sentry tower.

"Hey, I heard that Mr. Jiang had a new guy come a few days ago." The jailer on the sentry tower said to his companions.

"Which one?"

"That's it."

The jailer pointed to the old crooked neck tree.

Today there are two people under the old crooked neck tree in prison. One is a madman and the other is also a madman.

——The jailers all think so.

Jiang Xinghuo and Zheng He came out for some fun. Zheng He was responsible for carrying the globe. But for some reason, old man Zhuo didn't come out to bask in the sun and stretch his old arms and legs as usual today.

As for Zhu Gaoxu, he is in another prison area.

"What did Mr. Jiang write?" Zheng He asked, looking at the pieces of paper in Jiang Xinghuo's hand.

The paper was covered with Jiang Xinghuo's neat handwriting in small regular script, as if he had written a story on it.

Jiang Xinghuo twisted his neck, looked at the paper and replied: "A few short stories, I thought of them accidentally. I thought they were fun, but I was afraid that I would forget them later, so I wrote them down casually."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the story on the paper absently, wondering why Zhu Gaoxu hadn't come to the class yet.

At this moment, Zhu Gaoxu's naive voice came over.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm here."

Jiang Xinghuo turned around and saw a familiar figure next to Zhu Gaoxu.