The first navigator of the Ming Dynasty

The dark night once again shrouded Beiping City, the noisy streets fell silent, and only sparse lights remained in Beiping City.

The torches in the judge's cell were lit again, and the light of the fire illuminated the corridor of the cell where the jailer patrolled.

Knock, knock! "At the third watch, it was safe and sound. The

shouts of the guards and beaters came from afar, and the prison of the judge fell into a deep sleep.

"Nothing is safe, the third watch has arrived." "Knock, knock

... The two jailers wandered around the corridor of the prison and returned to the rest place of the watch.

In the cell, only some snoring and dream chatter could be faintly heard.

Zheng Hai took out a metal bead hairpin from the straw that was paved, which was the metal bead hairpin that Xiao Diyun had brought in from the steamed bun during the day.

He gently inserted the bead hairpin into the shackles and slowly spun it around.

After a while, he pulled out the bead hairpin again, and adjusted the shape of the bead hairpin again according to the shape of the keyhole of the shackle.

Using the skills unlocked by the special operations in his previous life, coupled with the research of the past few days, the shackles were really opened by Zheng Hai.

It made him happy, and the ancient shackles failed to trap him.

In order to hide people's eyes, Zheng Hai pretended to say a few words in his sleep, the sound was very loud, he listened to the movement outside, and found that there was nothing abnormal.

Then, Zheng Hai pretended to sleepwalk and walked around the cell. Again, he observed the movements around the cell.

After some careful temptation, he reached the door of his cell.

He inserted the bead hairpin, which had already been bent into shape, into the lock on the cell door, adjusting the strength of his hand and the direction of the bead hairpin.

There was a soft click, and the lock of the cell door was opened by him.

Zheng Hai gently removed the chains and walked out of the prison door...

At noon the next day, Xiao Diyun carried the food box again and walked into the prison of the judge.

The jailers checked the food as usual, and perhaps as instructed from above, they did not ask for any more money from little Diyun.

When Xiao Diyun walked into the prison of the judge, a plainclothes brocade guard who followed Xiao Diyun returned to the secret hall of Jin Yiwei.

The plainclothes brocade guard told the mysterious commander: "My lord, the little beggar bought some herbs from the pharmacy this morning, and when the owner of the pharmacy asked him what he was buying them for, he replied that it was to cure a disease called 'rheumatism'.

Song Zhong on the side asked, "What are the herbs?"

The plainclothes brocade guard replied: "These herbs are psyllium, poria cocos, mandala flower, zeeland, bone-penetrating grass, and lovage..."

"My lord, Lang Zhong said that this might be some kind of home remedies. Many of these prescriptions are herbs for treating body pain, but Lang Zhong doesn't know if it can cure rheumatism..."

After the plainclothes brocade guard went down, he turned his back to the mysterious commander of the brocade guard at the door, wearing a black cloak

, and asked: "Song Zhong, what do you think about this matter?" Song Zhong thought for a while and replied: "My lord, whether it is true or not, my subordinates think that something is abnormal, there must be a demon! There must be something wrong with this medicine, it is likely to be prepared for Zheng Hai!"

"You said that the false news we released, will he be fooled?"

Song Zhong clenched his fists and replied: "My lord, since he doesn't want to die, then he will definitely take action." This little beggar suddenly bought these herbs, and this morning there was news of Zheng Hai's illness from the prison, which was too coincidental

!" "Hehehe! We can watch a good show tonight! Let them prepare quietly, I want to see how this little guy escapes from the prison

!" Song Zhong said: "Don't worry, my lord, my subordinates will arrange it early next morning

!" "Then let's wait! It's really interesting! I really hope that the night will come soon! Hahaha, I can't wait!"

In the prison of the judge, the prisoners still greeted the little beggar Di Yun warmly as before.

Although they all heard the news that the condemned prisoner was about to be beheaded, none of them told Xiao Diyun the news, but they were as idle as usual.

It's just that the prisoners who are already familiar with Xiao Diyun no longer call Xiao Diyun "little beggar", but "Little Diyun".

Zheng Hai did not tell Xiao Diyun the news that he would be beheaded tomorrow.

He just accepted the herbs sent by Xiao Diyun and told Xiao Diyun that he would not use them for the time being tomorrow. The excuse is that tomorrow there will be a transfer of prisoners from Ying Tianfu, the prison side will be under martial law, no one will be allowed to visit, and his cell may be changed to another place.

When Xiao Diyun left the prison, an old prisoner shouted: "Little Diyun, don't come here tomorrow!" Xiao Diyun

looked at the man and said with a smile: "I know, my brother Hai said that new prisoners will come tomorrow, and the prison will not be visited! I will come back the day after tomorrow!" The prisoners

were speechless, and many people were stunned, not knowing what to say.

A young prisoner muttered, "Why don't you tell him the news, he's going to be sad anyway, it's better to..."

Some prisoners scolded again: "I don't want to be beaten, don't talk too much! Xiao Diyun is the future leader of my Flying Eagle Gang, if you dare to make him sad, I will tear you up..."

However, little Diyun did not hear this, and he had already left the prison.

Night fell again, and the torches in the prison were lit once more. The light of the torches illuminated the aisles where the jailers patrolled back and forth.

Knock, knock, knock! The sound of the watchman came again from a distance, and there was already a sleeping silence in the prison.

Outside the prison, except for the soldiers patrolling back and forth, there was no one in sight on the streets.

According to the judge's prison, there are three layers of defense, and the innermost layer is the jailer of Zheng Hai's cell. Outside the cell are guards and high walls of the judges, and the third floor is outside the high walls, which are responsible for guarding and patrolling the perimeter.

Between the cells and the high walls, there were a number of guards' quarters.

At this time, in the secret place of the residence, a brocade-clothed guard dressed in regular clothes was ambushing him. They watched closely in the direction of the cell in the dark.

Knock, knock, the sound of beating the guard came from a distance, and then there was a shout: "The third watch has arrived, safe and sound, nothing - peace!" "

It's the middle of the night, the prisoner that Lord Song said should be ready to appear, right?" A brocade guard who lurked in the dark night asked another companion beside him.

His companion whispered, "The thieves all steal in the middle of the night, and I guess this man thinks the same way." I guess he's already in action now. There

was silence all around, and no sound could be heard in the prison except the sound of snoring. The patrol jailer returned to his resting chair early and dozed off against the wall or on the table.

The prison torches were burning, the flames fading and the flames dimming.

Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, a soft snort came from a distance.

"I'm so sleepy, you stare first, I'll squint for a while. A brocade guard who was in ambush in the darkness said a word to his companion, yawning and narrowing his eyes.

"Goo, goo... The owl on the roof grumbled lonely in the night; Seeing

his companion fall asleep, a yawning Jinyi guard complained in a low voice: "It's really torturous, if you want to act, you should act early! It's so late, it is estimated that he won't take action tonight! In another hour, the sky will be bright, and I will squint too..."

At this time, people's spirits are at their worst, so sneak attackers are more likely to succeed in sneak attacks.

Zheng Hai gently removed the chains from his hands, opened the lock on the cell door, and quietly opened the cell door.

The torches in the hallway of the cell were about to go out, and there was silence outside the cell.

Zheng Hai had two bottles of wine hanging from his waist and a thin bamboo tube in his hand, and quietly felt outside the cell.

Zheng Hai had already explored the road the night before, so he was familiar with the road and didn't encounter any trouble along the way.

The inmates in the surrounding cells were asleep, and there was no sound except for snoring and the occasional dream talk.

A jailer pestle his hands and dozed off on the table.

Suddenly, there was an extra blow dart around his neck, which was made of cotton and linen fiber tail and embroidery needle, and it was Zheng Hai's homemade blow dart.

Zheng Hai took the thin bamboo tube from his mouth and stared at the jailer.

After waiting for a while, he saw the jailer's head tilted and he collapsed on the table.

The anesthetic of the blow dart did not seem to be strong enough, and Zheng Hai retrieved the embroidery needle and did not continue to use the blow dart.

His hands were replaced with wet sleeves of his clothes, which were dipped in Zheng Hai's homemade numbing wine.

He lightly approached another jailer who was asleep against the wall.

He covered the jailer's mouth and nose with his damp sleeve, which had been soaked in narcotic wine, and in a few moments the jailer was in a daze.

He flipped the jailer, who was about the size of his own, and brought him back to his cell and took off his clothes.

Handcuffed the previously opened chains to the jailer's hands, Zheng Hai gaged the jailer's mouth again, and let the jailer lie on the straw...

After a while, Zheng Hai came out of the cell wearing the jailer's clothes, gently locked the cell door, and quietly walked out of the cell.