Jia Cong first quietly made a stop gesture.

Don’t rush into the prison cell right now.

There is a dog hole through the door where food and water are delivered.

Jia Cong whispered: "Interpreter, you squat here quietly and listen to what is going on inside."

The group of Tatars, big and small, had a big quarrel with each other.

He spoke naturally in Jili Gulu Monan dialect.

Jia Cong couldn't understand even half a word.

"Yes, little prince!"

The interpreter literally squatted by the dog hole, listening and translating in a low voice for Jia Cong and others.

Listen, listen.

An He, Bu and the two little stick princes both died in the small prison of the Ministry of Punishment!

Alucai left the prison cell with Yang Yiming and others with a smile.

"Like some idiot!"

I cursed in my heart that these two little stick princes were really stupid together.

Jia Yucun was still asking stupidly if he really wanted to deliver the letter.

Those who died with us can die again, and those who have not yet been in the same cell are a bunch of sticks!

Of course Prince Lu Yang also recognized An He and Yang Yiming Jia Yucun.

Ever since before Lu Yang approached the fence to talk to Aru.

When I came back, there was a Dongdu dagger missing from my hand.

The Chahar Ministry is facing internal and external troubles, and the disintegration of Monan is just around the corner!

The rest of them all died in a foreign land!

"No one else is worthy of me!"

He just said quietly: "How can he deliver a letter if he doesn't even have pen and ink?"

The smile on An He's face became deeper and deeper.

And I wrote some information about Monan in exchange for a sumptuous dinner!

Then secretly handed it over to Aru.

I first lost for a while in Fengtian Palace, and then suffered a complete defeat in Qiuyi of Tiewan Mountain.

Jia Cong regrets having to kiss Alu.

"Don't be seen!"

Aru looked into Prince Anhe's eyes and shook his head quickly.

Aru seems to be smiling, but I am the one who will tell that stick that Chahar Khan is looking after his own business.

"Cong'er, he is not Fourth Uncle's fortune-seeking boy!"

For a moment, Aru scolded Buhe for being shameless.

Gao Tou thought for a while.

"What kind of Prince Buhe is this from Bahrain?"

Yang Yiming then asked: "Brother Cong, did he dig a hole just now to bury Lu Yang?"

However, Yang Yiming saw the hidden murderous intention from Aru's behavior just now.

"The Number One Scholar, maybe he can do you a favor..."

Anhe Anhepiao Jiayu Village and Anhepiao interpreter Zheng Shaofu and others filed in.

Then he said: "Fourth Uncle, I must have kept the news secret enough."

"Monan still wants to live in peace and contentment, so he comes here every year to harvest grass and valleys, and have my little autumn dream!"

That Bang Chui was in a state of ambiguity until his death.

The interpreter nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Your Majesty, I understand!"

Jia Congqi smiled and said: "The teacher's idea is correct."

It's just that there is only one room outside the prison cell.

See Aru and others retreat.

But he wanted to be captured alive by his idiot brother again.

Jia Cong even shrugged his shoulders, covered his mouth, and laughed with joy.

My brother-in-law, who has a good reputation, is trying to dig a hole to bury someone again!

An Hepiao said: "Now it depends on the fate of these two sticks."

Alu told Jia Congqi everything about today.

Prince Lu Yang stretched out his hand from outside the fence, trying to grab An He's sleeve.

Alu said two words in Zheng Shaofu's ear.

"Only Prince Luyang is worthy of your trip to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment."

Alu said: "Translation."

It was not the officials sent by Lu Yang and Xiao Chu, but they had a very pleasant conversation.

"Say no more."

Jia Yucun asked: "Brother Zili, does he really want to deliver the letter for me?"

"Prince Lu Yang should be so slow to forget Qiu Xi, but you still saved his life, right?"

Even if they are all locked up outside the small prison of the Ministry of Punishment now.

"What are you busy with?"

"Not yet, bring a bottle of wine."

He was imprisoned in a small prison in the Xiaochu Punishment Department, where the sky responded to the calls of the earth and the spirit.

Prince Lu Yang saw that An He and others were in a wrong mood.

"Throw heads in the same way!"

Xiao Chu said warmly and authentically: "Are they here specifically to see your joke?"

It turns out that Lu Yang has no friendship with Xiao Chu’s people for a long time!

Except for a dying general under Chahar Khan who was pressed outside the pile of corpses.

An Hepiao glanced at Alu, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

For a while, the generals under both sides were responsible for their own opinions.

Early the next morning.

Aru said solemnly: "Is there anything bad to say? Go back and take a look. Separate the two mallet princes first."

"It's a bullshit thing!"

My own food and grass were completely burned by the Datong avant-garde.

"Yes, yes, yes, of course yes."

Moreover, Anhe only looked at Prince Luyang as he spoke, and even the corner of his eye gave Prince Buhe a half.

Then he said to the interpreter: "By the way, when you ask him to translate later, he will translate what you said into Monan dialect."

You can bite the dog hair all over the place by yourself!

As I spoke, I ordered the interpreter to translate into Monan dialect.

Aru and An Hepiao are naturally must-talks.

The generals under Chahar Khan couldn't stand it anymore and shouted to stop.

Before listening to the interpreter finish that sentence.

"You are all acquaintances, but you speak less evil than these familiar people."

In other words, Bu and the prince were stepped on the mud and rubbed against each other.

Aru and Ke didn’t let the interpreter translate a single word of what we said between us.

An He stood across the fence and slowly wrote a few words under the paper.

Aru smiled warmly in his heart.
To be continued...