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an hour ago....

"What's the point of just baking the fire? You don't have anything here, can you bake it?"

Seeing the low voice of the two cell heads, Zheng Hai knew that they wanted to be peacemakers. Zheng Hai naturally couldn't let them settle it easily in a few words, and he had to make some compensation anyway.

"Brother Zheng, what do you want to bake?" asked the white fat man.

Zheng Hai said: "Is there anything delicious? Roast a chicken, or roast pork, beef, or whatever!" "

Okay! As long as Brother Zheng is willing to get out of the cell, we will definitely find ways to meet Brother Zheng's request." The

horse, nicknamed "Black Impermanence", often came in with a basin containing three plucked pigeons, as well as some pieces of meat.

"Brother Zheng, the meat you want is here, how do you want to roast it?" Bai Hongfei put the meat bowl in front of Zheng Hai.

"Do you have long bamboo sticks or iron forks

?" "What is it for?" Bai Hongfei asked.

Zheng Hai explained: "Of course, it is used to skewer the meat! When it is roasted on the fire, it must be skewered with long sticks so that it can be grilled well." "

Come on, go get a few feather arrows

!" "Do you have any seasoning

?" "What do you need?" "Do you have peanut oil

?" "No!" Zheng Hai asked again: "Is there chili powder or chili pepper

?" "No

!" "What about Chef Bai, how do you make the duck from the Bai family?"

"

Come on!" Go to Bai's Yipin Duck to get some condiments and old soup, and say that I want it from Chef Bai!"

Bai Hongfei looked at Zheng Hai again and smiled: "Brother Zheng, what else do you need?"

It didn't take long for the tempting smell of barbecue to fill the Beizhen Fuji prison.

The three brocade guards ate and drank with relish around the stove. The three of them talked happily with each other, and the more they ate, the happier they became.

At this moment, Feng Zhiyuan, the chief banner of Jinyi Wei, rushed in angrily.

He scolded loudly at the three backs of the three people who were grilling around the fire, "Brutes! You two brutes! How can you be so cruel! Kill someone, even if you still roast his meat to eat! Are you still human?"

Zheng Hai, Bai Hongfei, and Ma Chang turned around and looked at Feng Zhiyuan in puzzlement.

Feng Zhiyuan was startled when he saw Zheng Hai! Zheng

Hai turned his face to look at the big fat man Bai Hongfei and the thin man Ma Chang, opened his mouth wide, and asked, "You meat, are you human flesh?"

Zheng Hai listened to Feng Zhiyuan's words, put down the kebab in his hand, and stared at the burnt slices of meat, with a suspicious expression.

The original meaty meat skewers, now smelling it, can't help but have goosebumps, pantothenic acid water in the stomach, the more you look at it, the more nausea it becomes, Zheng Hai just wants to vomit.

The big fat man Bai Hongfei and the thin man Ma Chang were also stunned for a while.

The white fat man reacted and scolded

at Feng Zhiyuan: "Feng Er, what are you talking nonsense! Where is this human flesh!" Ma Chang also had a dark face and scolded: "Feng Er, who have you heard of? Who said this is human flesh, see if I don't beat him to death!"

Looking at Zheng Hai, Feng Zhiyuan smiled, the anger on his face turned into shame, and accompanied the smile: "It's me who misunderstood, I misunderstood..."

How can we eat human flesh! Brother Zheng, don't listen to his nonsense. The

white fat man laughed with him and explained to Zheng Hai, his face was shiny.

The white fat man's words should not be a lie, but Zheng Hai has no desire to eat meat.

Thinking of the legendary Ten Tortures of Jinyiwei, Zheng Hai made up those bloody pictures in his own mind, and he really lost his appetite.

Looking around, the stake of the cross stood not far away, and all kinds of torture instruments were placed on the iron bed: whips, awls, knives, hammers...

Even the charcoal stove used for barbecue is one of the torture tools, and the feather arrows used to skewer meat are also murderous weapons. It's still a prison, and it's a torture chamber in a prison...

When Zheng Hai thought of this, he directly lost his appetite.

"Why are you standing? Why don't you apologize to Brother Zheng quickly!" The white fat man yelled at Feng Zhiyuan: "Brother Zheng, but our Jinyiwei is a capable person, you have a bad head, and you even shut up your own people, so don't apologize quickly!"

Feng Zhiyuan knew that Bai Hongfei was looking for him to go down the stairs and help him resolve the conflict with Zheng Hai.

He hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "In the next, there were many things before, but Brother Zheng was locked up, and there were no beads in the eyes! Please forgive Brother Zheng." Zheng

Hai originally wanted to pretend to be forced to rectify this Feng Zhiyuan, but now he is in no mood.

This meat is a little uncomfortable to eat, and I was too happy to eat it at first, but now I think about it, it is a little oozing.

Zheng Hai's face was numb, and his interest was not high: "Sit down, since it's a misunderstanding, forget it." However, you owe me a favor!" Feng

Zhiyuan smelled the barbecue, he was already hungry, and as soon as he sat down, he picked up the barbecue and ate it.

Ma Chang, a thin man who didn't talk much, glared at Feng Zhiyuan: "Feng Er, aren't you afraid that this is human flesh?" "

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Since you all dare to eat, I, Feng Zhiyuan, sacrificed my life to accompany the gentleman..."

He licked his mouth, looked at the meat skewers, swallowed his saliva, picked up a bowl of wine, and toasted to Zheng Hai: "Brother Zheng, I will make amends to you below, and I hope that Brother Zheng will ignore the past suspicions..."

Feng Zhiyuan grunted the bowl of wine.

Zheng Hai also picked up the wine bowl and drank it with Feng Zhiyuan, this Daming wine is sweet and mellow, not as strong as rice wine, and not so spicy.

Looking at the rest of the barbecue, Zheng Hai lost his appetite, but it was okay to drink.

The white fat man snatched Feng Zhiyuan's meat skewer again, put it in his mouth, took a hard bite, and glared at Feng Zhiyuan.

Feng Zhiyuan was a little angry, but helpless.

The white fat man feasted on it, and after a while, he eliminated the skewer of barbecue, swallowed the remaining meat scraps in his mouth, looked at Feng Zhiyuan, and asked, "Feng Er, why can't you get along with Brother Zheng

?" Feng Zhiyuan replied while eating: "He beat my friend Fu Rang, I want to avenge my friend!"

"When did Fu Rang become your friend?" The white fat man wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his hand, "Why don't we know?"

"This, this."

"You're a girl, you climbed the high branches, and you don't treat us as friends anymore, do you?

"It's too embarrassing for this reason!Let's not talk about it!" Feng Zhiyuan blushed, a little embarrassed, and didn't want to say the reason.

"Damn, if you don't say it, don't touch my barbecue! These are with Brother Zheng!" "

It's all your fault! If you hadn't shown me Meng Sigu's booklet, Lao Tzu wouldn't have followed them and went to the Qingfen Building to find a woman to play!" Feng Zhiyuan looked aggrieved, "In the Qingfan Building, someone else put a place and stole the silver on his body, it was the silver given to me by Fu Rang Gongzi..."

The white fat man explained: "Meng Sigu is also our Jinyi Guard, he is known as the "clairvoyant", and that kid is usually responsible for monitoring. However, the good eyes make this not a good merit, and the most commendable thing is his one-handed danqing. Painting is vivid, and it can be called the holy hand in the Jinyi Guard! I usually paint the home life of the ministers above, and in my spare time, I will draw a pamphlet for everyone

to draw paintings..."Zheng Hai once heard that there are many capable people in the Jinyi Guard, and Zhu Yuanzhang monitored the ministers and asked the Jinyi Guards to record the minister's words and deeds, and it seems that this is indeed the case.

The white fat man's eyes lit up when he talked about the booklet, and he had a lewd expression on his face.

"That booklet is a good thing, you can't buy it outside, if you read it, you will like it!" After the white fat man finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Hai and smiled.

"Don't listen to him, what kind of Danqing Holy Hand is just a picture of the Spring Palace!" Feng Zhiyuan was a little disdainful.

The white fat man immediately replied: "Feng Er, don't be jealous of others!"

Zheng Hai nodded and said in a low voice: "I see." Jinyi Weili is really full of talents, and someone actually published a little yellow book!".