The first navigator of the Ming Dynasty

"Let's go in!"

the officials of the judge opened the door and shouted at Zheng Hai. However, this time they did not push Zheng Hai.

Zheng Hai wore an iron chain in his hand, and as he observed, he stepped into the wooden fence of the cell.

The entire cell was enclosed by an arm-thick wooden fence, just like the other inmates in the cell.

However, there were several people living in the other cells, and only this one had no other prisoners.

The floor of the cell was covered with hard stone slabs, and in one corner there were some plant straws, and there was a wooden barrel that could be carried by hand...

There was a clattering sound of chains tugging, and the jailer locked the door.

"Watch carefully, don't provoke him easily! This person is a vicious and vicious person, and he has some skills, you should be careful!"

Although they don't know anything about Zheng Hai's skills, and they haven't fought against Zheng Hai at all, the information they get from all sides shows that Zheng Hai is a very powerful villain.

"It must be!" The head of the cell dealt with the yacha with a flattering smile, and said at the same time: "None of the death row prisoners who entered this cell were not extremely vicious, adults can rest assured, and the little ones must watch carefully!"

Seeing that the cell was locked, the official in charge of escorting took away the hand that had been pressed on the waist knife. The leading yacha glanced at Zheng Hai in prison again, and saw Zheng Hai looking around curiously, his eyes were very complicated.

Ge San of the palace said that Zheng Hai was a master, and that neither Ge San nor Lu Xing could survive a round under him; Zhang Ye, the butcher, said that he was a vicious man, and his eyes were more terrible than him, and he concluded that Zheng Hai must be murderous.

However, as a yamen catcher, they have never seen this person use a single move and a half. Zheng Hai never resisted from beginning to end, and he was obedient like a villain.

The leading yacha was very puzzled, and because of this, he was more cautious and jealous of Zheng Hai.

"Don't provoke him, be careful!" the leading yacha told the cell leader again, and left with his men.

The cell leader and his men respectfully sent the yamen away, and glanced back at Zheng Hai in the cell.

I saw Zheng Hai dressed in gray 直裰 (duō), which was clearly dressed as a servant. People look quiet, tall and thin, and they don't look like a vicious gangster at all.

A jailer guarding the prison asked the cell head with some confusion: "Boss, is he the murderer who threw the corpse in the Taiye Pool? Why does he look like a showman, I heard that the two floating corpses in the Taiye Pool are wearing night clothes, and one of them is a tall bearded man..."

The cell boss glanced at Zheng Hai again, and then walked out, saying to the other cell guards as he went: "You better take it easy! Have you noticed that he has no injuries on his body!"

"Yo! When the boss says this, it's true! This is really rare! The murderer who entered here was put on death row without a single scar on his body

, and this is really the first time!" One of the jailers said disdainfully: "Boss, what are we birds! It doesn't matter what kind of talent he is, or whether he is a mountain bandit bully, he will have to stay honest when he arrives! Anyway, he will only be a decapitated ghost at the entrance of the vegetable market at that time!"

The cell boss glanced at the man and said with a straight face: " Don't go too far, I heard that he is from the Yan Wangfu, but I don't dare to offend him easily..."

A jailer came in from outside and said, "Chief, someone from the Yan Wangfu has come to visit the prison, it is a father-in-law named Ma He, and there is a little beggar. The

cell boss said, "See, people are different, you guys be polite to him!" There

is a room in the office of the Prosecutor's Office, which resembles a morgue in a modern hospital, and is used to temporarily park the remains of the victims of murders.

At this time, the bodies of the two black-clothed men in the Taiye Pool were parked in this room.

The windows of the room were locked, perhaps for fear that the smell of corpses would spread to other houses, or because they were afraid of attracting scavenging insects such as flies.

The light in the room was also not good, eerie and cool.

As soon as you enter the room, you can smell a smell of herbs, perhaps the smell of embalming, or maybe to cover up the smell of corpses. In short, the smell of herbs mixed with the smell of corpses, and ordinary people couldn't stand the smell at all.

Several corpses were parked in the room, resting on a bed board on a long wooden bench, the front covered with a white coarse cloth.

"My lord, why don't you come to this kind of place instead of meeting the envoy?" a strong man wearing an embroidered spring knife on his waist, dressed in the more common gray and black people's clothes.

The embroidered spring knife is a special weapon of the Ming Dynasty Jinyi Guard or the Imperial Forest Army, and not everyone can wear it.

At the beginning, the embroidered spring knife was almost the same as the flying fish suit, and it was a royal gift.

The blade of the embroidered spring knife is slightly shorter than the Yanling knife, and the blade is not as straight as the Yanling knife, but has a curve. Therefore, the embroidered spring knife is more dexterous and easier to carry.

The other was also dressed in a similar attire, and was also tall and strong, but did not wear any sword around his waist.

"Song Zhong, have you ever heard of Xiang Batian's name?" The

room was dimly lit, and this person was wearing a felt hat, standing in the backlight, and his face was hidden in the shadows. Even Song Zhong couldn't see this person's facial features clearly, but he was already familiar with the majestic voice of this middle-aged man.

Song Zhong replied: "My lord, this name has some impressions, but my subordinates can't remember it clearly. The subordinates just felt as if they had heard of it somewhere, but they couldn't remember it. "

Then do you know the name Xiang Xiaotian?"

"Your Excellency, naturally remember. Xiang Xiaotian is a big pirate who has plagued Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and other places, and our Jinyiwei has secretly investigated and arrested, but he has never succeeded!" Song Zhong recounted what he knew, and then said: "Could it be that this is Xiang Batian... Yes, these two people are both surnamed

Xiang, maybe they are the same person!" The mysterious man who couldn't see his face clearly pointed out and corrected: "No! Xiang Batian is Xiang Xiaotian's sworn brother, and the two of them did evil together in their early years, but they are not the same person. Xiang Batian is a famous ringing horse in the north many years ago, and his whereabouts have been hidden in recent years.

Xiang Xiaotian is a southerner, it is said that his surname is Chen, and in recent years, he has robbed passing merchant ships in order to bring disaster to the sea. His Majesty's Forbidden Sea also has something to do with him..."

The mysterious man came to the bed where the corpse was parked, took out an old piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Song Zhong, it was a wanted notice, on which was painted a portrait of the head of a prisoner to Batian.

Song Zhong took the wanted notice, looked at it twice, and put it in his sleeve.

He uncovered a newer white coarse cloth, revealing a long, white-faced corpse.

"My lord, isn't this one!" he

lifted another white cloth, and the features of a bearded man were just like those drawn by the wanted notice, and then he said, "My lord, that's right! This is Xiang Batian!" The white cloth

was lifted to reveal a slightly pale human face, with rough facial features, thick hair, and a beard.

The blistered face, in addition to being slightly pale, has some swelling. This white face contrasts with the black night walker, one black and one white stand out.

The black night coat had been untied, and the clothes had not been re-wrapped.

There were two large wounds on the abdomen, and the blood stains clearly showed signs of being wiped, but large patches of blood could still be seen on the exposed wounds.

The mysterious man stood beside Song Zhong, the brocade guard, and carefully examined Xiang Batian's body.

"I can kill a bandit like Xiang Batian, this person is good!" The mysterious man stared at the wound, and gently touched the wound of the corpse, and said in a slightly appreciative tone: "Poke from the bottom up, avoid the bones, and go straight to the heart, this technique is quite spicy!"

Inadvertently, Song Zhong saw the corners of the mysterious man's mouth slightly upturned, revealing a smile. He boldly asked, "My lord, are you trying to recruit him?"

The mysterious man did not answer directly, but turned to look at the door and said, "When I meet the right person, I naturally have the intention of soliciting." Since Lord Mao Xiang was disposed of by His Majesty, our Jinyi Guard has not been as beautiful as before.

Jinyiwei is now withering, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that our Jinyiwei will never have a bright future.

Song Zhong took over and said: "In the twentieth year of Hongwu, Your Majesty has handed over all the power of our Jinyiwei internal and external prisons to the Third Division, but I am afraid that it is not so easy for us to ask for someone from the Criminal Department now! Moreover, after this person has been sentenced to behead the prison, I am afraid..."

Let's go and meet for a while, according to the envoy Chen!

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Note:

直裰 (duō): also known as "straight body", is a kind of Hanfu costume with oblique sleeves and wide sleeves and a middle seam on the back, and a long robe that goes straight from the top to the bottom, similar to the Taoist robe.

Zhiqi originated in the Tang Dynasty and arose in the Song Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, there was no hem on the straight jacket and it could be worn inside. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty stipulated that the green cloth was a civilian dress. Literati and scholars also liked to wear straight shirts.