Hang Baoliang was so nervous that he could not see or hear the sarcasm and jokes on the doorman's face. He really followed the doorman's finger pointing to the corner of the street opposite, his body stiffened, staring straight at the yamen gate, waiting for Mr. Zuo to come out to see him.

Not long after, a middle-aged man dressed in brocade clothes and dressed up in a long dress came out from somewhere, and directly stopped him in front of Hang Baoliang, bowed and smiled, "Is it you want to see my husband?"

"Are you?" Hang Baoliang looked at the man.

"Oh, isn't this a talented man in Hangzhou? A talented man who is very popular at the literary gathering." Chang Sui was respectful on his face and arrogant in his bones. "What's the matter if you look for my husband? Tell me."

"I want to see Mr. Zuo and tell him in person!" Hang Baoliang straightened his back and tried hard to maintain a tough attitude.

"See my husband?" Chang Sui sneered, "You are so good at joking now. Don't talk about you, even if the imperial envoy is here, my husband can't see you. People say that scholars are sensible, why don't you think about it? My husband is busy with his hands now. What's the matter? If you really see you, that's okay? That would have become a major fraud case?"

"I came for this big fraud case!" Hang Baoliang was a little anxious.

This will happen that the children's instructors will mark the papers in the examination room. Before the autumn list comes out, he cannot leave the examination room, let alone meet anyone. This is the national law, and he cannot directly invite the Tong Envoy to see the Tong Envoy. Mr. Zuo must be helping the Tong Envoy to mark the papers at this moment. He thought of this, but Mr. Zuo is not an official, so he can still see him if he wants to see him.

"Oh?" Changsui's face changed, he looked solemn, staring at Hang Baoliang fiercely. Hang Baoliang felt relieved. It seemed that Changsui was an insider, and it was easy to deal with it as an insider!

"The autumn examination questions were sold, and one thousand taels of silver was very fair! Go and ask Mr. Zuo, will he see me!" Hang Baoliang looked ruthless.

Chang Sui narrowed his eyes, took a step back, and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, please wait a moment."

Changsui turned around and headed towards the side door. Hang Baoliang subconsciously followed a few steps, stood at the entrance of the alley, watching Changsui enter the side door. After a while, Changsui took two people out and walked a few steps. Seeing Hang Baoliang stretching his neck to look into the alley, he waved.

Hang Baoliang rushed over, Changsui looked at him with a smile, gave in to the side, and the two people following him took a few steps forward, waved their palms like a knife, knocking Hang Baoliang unconscious.

When Hang Baoliang woke up, his neck was so painful that his eyes were so dark that it was quiet around him. He didn't know where he was. Hang Baoliang moved his neck, moved, and reached out to touch it around. It seemed like straw on the ground, like a woodshed. Hang Baoliang held his breath and slowly touched it forward, touched the wall, followed the wall, touched the window, pushed it, and pushed it, but the window did not move at all. He touched the door, and pushed it, but it did not move at all.

Hang Baoliang was trembling all over. He was careless. He didn't expect Mr. Zuo... No, Tong Envoy was so bold and dared to arrest him, a famous candidate in the street, and directly surrendered to a private prison, for fear that he would die here.

Hang Baoliang slid along the wall and sat on the ground, inhaling and exhaling in big mouthfuls. After a while, his hands and feet stopped shaking. He stood up and touched the wall inch by inch.

From bottom to top, he touched a window that was only able to touch with his toes for the third time. He pushed a crack open by him.

The sun shone in, and Hang Baoliang's eyes were full of golden light. He covered his eyes and it took him a while to get used to the light. He turned around and looked around. It was indeed a woodshed... This was not a woodshed. Half of the floor was covered with straw, while the other half was piled with whips, benches, braziers and tongs. It was usually a smell of blood. It was lingering in the tip of Hangzhou Baoliang's nose. Hang Baoliang was so scared that his legs were trembling. This was not a woodshed, this was a torture room!

He has to escape! Escape quickly!

At the critical moment of life and death, Hang Baoliang's courage and wisdom increased instead of decreasing. He looked around, dragged the bench full of blood, stepped on it, and pushed the window hard. Half of the window was pushed open, Hang Baoliang raised the bench and climbed up, squeezed out from the narrow window that could hardly penetrate. The blood marks on his back were scratched, and he didn't feel the pain. He fell from the window to the ground. Hang Baoliang didn't care about the pain, and got up and looked around. It seemed like a village with a low wall. Hang Baoliang turned out from the wall, identified the direction, and ran towards Taiping Mansion.

Not far from the Taiping Mansion Gate, Mr. Wen was sitting in the car, siping tea through the gauze curtain, looking at the embarrassing and frightened. He ran closer and closer from the distance, getting closer and closer to the Taiping Mansion Gate, but he walked slowly and slowly, and he squinted his eyes and smiled.

I heard that Ning Qiye was an expert in bandit suppression in North Third Road. He seemed to be not only an expert in bandit suppression, but also an expert in bandit suppression.

A group of more than a dozen horses came out of the gate of Taiping Prefecture, and seven or eight servants surrounded four or five scholars. Several scholars were talking and laughing all the way, facing Hang Baoliang.

Master Wen Er breathed a sigh of relief. This was just right, and the Ji family did a pretty good job.

"Go back." Wen Erye ordered. Kong Da, who was dozing in front of the car, didn't open his eyes. He reached out and kicked the horse on the butt. The horse sniffed, pulled the car and went back to the city.

"Are you replying in the south?" Master Wen Er asked through the gauze curtain. He was asking Lu Fu. Lu Fu turned around and replied: "Not yet. I asked them to come directly. It's not that fast, but it's only three or four days before it's time to arrive."

"Yes." Master Wen Er replied.

"I am so kind." Kong Da continued, "I think this scholar is not a good person. When he found the yamen, he didn't say that he must have come to him to seek fame and fame, and he would have to make a name for himself in the future. That was also the case. He felt that there was no way out. Why do you care about such a person? If you behead him, he deserves it!"

"Although he is not pure in his heart, it is not a big evil. It is enough to take advantage of the future. If he wants to save his life, it will be over. If he passes, it will hurt his good deeds and will not be punished." Wen Erye said leisurely, Kong Da snorted disapprovingly, and Lu Fu nodded constantly as if he had some understanding.

He heard from his wife that this is the case.

Hang Baoliang was approaching the gate of Taiping Prefecture, and hesitated and did not dare to move forward. He caught him in the village. The person in the torture room must be from the Tong Envoy. If he entered this city, wouldn’t he be like a fish throwing net?

But if he didn't enter the city and ran away in panic, how could the extremely angry anger ejaculation in his chest come out?

He was hesitating, and at the sight of four or five people coming towards him talking and laughing, he was very surprised. While rushing to meet him, he waved his hand and greeted him: "Brother Ji! Brother Ji! It's me, it's me!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!