In the eyes of many people, the court is the court, and the world is the world, and the two have nothing to do with each other.

But in the eyes of the court, all the kings under the world are kings, and all the kings and ministers are kings. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, there are courts.

At the beginning, Emperor Taizu could defeat countless powerful enemies, and there were many heroes around him. Emperor Chengzu could win the world, and the power of the figures in the martial arts world was also indispensable. The emperors of all dynasties also knew that if these figures in the martial arts world could be used, they would be a huge force. But if they were not used, they would be a thorn pierced into the flesh. Although the thorns were small, they could make people feel hurt and unable to sleep all night.

Therefore, the court seemed to ignore the world on the surface, but in fact, they always stared at every move in the world and would interfere in the world affairs.

The Jinyiwei is the simplest and most rude to intervene in the affairs of the world. If these people think there is still a certain value in the eyes of the court, they will be seized and locked up. If they have any value to the court, then there will be no such person in the world from now on.

Those who are arrested will be quietly transported to the Beizhen Fushi and imprisoned in a prison underground in the Fushi and the Ministry of Justice. There are very few people who know that this prison is limited to the guards and some officials of the Jinyiwei. In private, they all call it Black Prison.

Since the people who are imprisoned here are some extremely vicious people in the world, they are free and lawless on weekdays, and suddenly they are caught and locked up, so their tempers are naturally not much better. Therefore, the mortality rate of prisoners here is very high, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life.

Zhao Yuan was completely unaware of what he was facing. After waiting outside for a while, the head of the hundred-household household who had entered before came out, handed the transfer order in his hand, and said, "You will be my subordinate in the future, come with me."

Following this person, Zhao Yuan took the clothes and swords. After wearing them, he was disappointed. The image of the Jinyiwei built in his head was a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring sword, but now he realized that it was not the case at all. The flying fish suit that looked so handsome was only worn by senior cadres. He was a small flag, at best, a squad leader. The clothes he wore were no different from ordinary Jinyiwei, that is, he wore a black hat and a round-necked dark blue gown, and he didn't even understand what the pattern was. The hem was a horse-faced pleat and white-bottomed soap boots. In addition, there was a small bronze medal hanging on the belt, representing his identity as an Jinyiwei. His weapon was not an embroidered spring sword, but a long sword that looked extremely ordinary.

The most important thing is that Zhao Yuan is in good spirits now, but he is very thin. Even if the belt is tightened by the Jinyiwei's clothes on him, they still look loose. The Jinyiwei's temperament that makes people feel fear and mighty cannot be reflected in him at all, but is like a costume that sings the ugly dan.

"It's okay, just fight more monsters, upgrade more, and equipment will naturally be good! With your own ability, you may be able to be a high-ranking minister in the future and be powerful in the court and the people. As the saying goes, under one person and above ten thousand people, and as usual, before becoming a leader, you have to go to the countryside to exercise. Besides, my ancestors didn't offer anyone who ate imperial food eight times, so now I am a glorious ancestor, right?"

Zhao Yuan comforted himself so much, and he immediately felt much better. He was in a good mood and followed the guide and walked into the Beizhen Fushiyaya. After walking around the corridor twice, he had already penetrated into the Beizhen Fushiyayaya.

As two important branches of the Jinyiwei, the Beizhen Fushi Division is very cautious and the guards are carefully selected. The elite of the Jinyiwei elites, when they walked past these guards, they were like old monks who had entered into meditation, still holding the hilt tightly. A pair of sharp eyes as sharp as hawks eyes were staring at them, as if they were a little moved, and the knife in their hands would come without hesitation.

After a while, Zhao Yuan followed him to a door. This door looked extremely ordinary, no different from an ordinary door. If there was no difference, it was two guards standing at the door.

Arriving at the door, the head of the household stopped, slowly pushed open the door, and said, "There is one thing you must remember. After entering this door, you cannot mention anything you see, hear, and know. Even your father and mother, once you are known, not only will your life be worrying, but it will also cause harm to them."

Because he was the son of his subordinate, the head of a hundred households took more care of him, not to mention that the thousand households had instructions.

Zhao Yuan immediately said: "Yes!"

But I was curious, what was the place below? Then, I looked inside the house.

Behind the door, there were no imagined tables, chairs, benches, and a passage extending to the underground.

"There is a basement here?"

Zhao Yuan said in surprise.

Baihu took the lead and walked downwards. Zhao Yuan hurriedly followed, and the door behind him was gently closed at this moment.

As a top student who graduated from the architecture major, Zhao Yuan paid special attention to the structure of this basement as soon as the steps. You should know that because most of the ancient Chinese buildings are wooden structures, very few have been preserved, many of them are only a foundation or mound left, such as the Daming Palace. You should know that even if it is located in the Daming Palace, it is the largest single wooden building in the world. When the Tang Dynasty built the Daming Palace, the Western semi-literate group was still fighting to the death for the sake of having enough.

As for Zhao Yuan, he silently remembered the number of steps as he walked down the steps. When he arrived at the last step, he silently calculated that he had already penetrated about ten and a half feet underground.

I suddenly became cheerful in front of me. The steps below were a bit similar to a hall. There were several holes of laughter on the walls around the hall, and the light was projected from these holes, which made the lighting effect during the day.

The entire hall is like a transit station, with four passages extending from the hall, each passage is only half a meter wide, and there is no light in the passage, so a brazier is lit a few feet away. With the light of the fire, you can see that the walls are made of stone.

At this moment, Zhao Yuan had to sigh at the wisdom of his ancestors. The entire prison was hidden deep under the Beizhen Fusi Yamen. It was made of stone and the roof was arched. This way, even if there was no cement or steel bar, it could build such a large basement.

Moreover, the cell in front of me seems to be a little different from what I imagined. According to the description, the Jinyiwei Prison should also be a place for execution. The entire prison is already full of rotten and burnt smell, filled with the prisoners' screams and moans.

However, it was so quiet that it was as quiet as a grave.

"Are they all important people detained here, such as the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, the Prince, the Noble, and the like?"

Zhao Yuan guessed in his heart.

At this moment, Baihu handed over a key and said, "This is the key to open the door. You are now responsible for the supervision of cell No. 13, which is the innermost cell of this passage. There are two prisoners in the prison. You are now responsible for their diet and daily life. Remember to pay attention to your words and do not anger them!"

Zhao Yuan came to his senses, took the key, nodded, and said, "Sir, obey the order."

After saying that, he walked in the direction he pointed.

After Zhao Yuan walked a few feet away, Baihu waved to the Jinyiwei who was standing guard beside him. The Jinyiwei immediately walked over with tactfulness and bowed, "Sir!"

Baihu said in a verbal voice in the direction of Zhao Yuan, saying, "This person has some connection with Lord Zhang Qianhu. If he has anything he doesn't understand, please give him more advice and remind him in everything!"

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

The Jinyiwei nodded and quickly stood back to his position.

Baihu looked at Zhao Yuan again, shook his head slightly, sighed, and then walked up the stairs. The Jinyiwei hierarchy was strict, and the Qianhu people could do nothing. What could he do? He could only do his best to let his fate and see his luck.

It looks a bit gloomy here. Although there are also guards around, the Jinyiwei looks like wooden carvings. He follows the principle that he should have a good relationship with his colleagues and smiles as if he greets him. However, those people pretend not to see it and no birds are birds. Zhao Yuan suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and couldn't help but say in his heart: "All of them are wooden people? They don't move?"

Just as this happened, a scream suddenly came from the cell in front of me.

In an instant, the Jinyiwei in the passage, which was like wood carvings, moved, pulled out the knife, rushed to the cell where screams were heard, opened the door and broke in.

Zhao Yuan was startled by the sudden change and didn't know what happened. He quickly stood against the wall. Soon the Jinyiwei who entered came out again, but two of them carried one person out one after another.

When they passed by, Zhao Yuan also took a look and found that the person they were carrying was also an Jinyiwei under the firelight of the fire next to him. However, the Jinyiwei's chest was already in a mess, dyed red by blood, and the position of his heart was already concave, looking a little hollow.

They carried them all the way, and a string of blood was left on the ground, and a pungent smell of blood was faintly found in the air.

"Vomit...Vomit..."

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a turbulent stomach, and he felt like he wanted to vomit. He quickly turned around and lay on the wall, holding it tightly.

Finally, Zhao Yuan felt that he was almost suffocated to death by himself. The feeling of vomiting was relieved, but there was a strong sour smell in his mouth, and his stomach felt a little painful because of the cramps just now.

"Drink a little water!"

Someone handed over a cup of tea.

Zhao Yuan looked up and saw that the person who handed the water was also a Jinyiwei, so he was not polite and hurriedly took the teacup and drank the water in one breath.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, the feeling of discomfort disappeared a lot. People also felt better, so they handed over the tea cup and thanked: "Thank you."

The Jinyiwei took the teacup and smiled and said, "No need to thank you, you are new here."

Zhao Yuan nodded and said, "Today is the first day."

The Jinyiwei looked like this and said, "It's no big deal. This is the fifth time this month. By the way, which cell is guarding?"

Zhao Yuan said: "Di No. 13."

The Jinyiwei nodded slightly and said, "Oh, let's go in after rest, be careful."

After saying that, he held the teacup and walked towards the hall outside.

"There are still good people in the Jinyiwei."

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, turned around and looked at the cell he was about to guard, gritted his teeth, and walked forward. As the saying goes, if you come, you will be at peace. What obstacles can't be overcome in the world?

But after just two steps, Zhao Yuan's body froze and suddenly felt a chill from the soles of his feet to the prison door: He said before that it was the fifth start of this month, but today is the third year of junior high school.
Chapter completed!