The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

The jailer came over with a food bucket and knocked on the cell, waking up Pan Hong who was sitting on the bed in a daze. "It's time to eat."

Pan Hong stood up and walked over, looking over: "Batter?"

The jailer responded and said, "It's been cold these past two days, so I cooked some porridge."

Pan Hong felt it for himself and shook his head: "I am locked up in this imperial prison, I don't know the cold or heat, I don't know the years. Sigh~ Is it very cold outside?"

Jailer: "The Imperial Astronomical Observatory said this is the last late spring cold snap."

The jailer stuffed two more steamed buns into his hands and then carried the food bucket to the next cell.

The batter is freshly made, not only hot but also delicious.

As Pan Hong walked towards the table with the bowl in his hand, he couldn't help but lower his head to take a sip of the noodle soup.

As soon as his lips touched the soup, he felt a stinging pain. He immediately raised his head, and with a bit of a big movement, the amulet placed against his chest suddenly became hot for some reason. He hissed, and his hand shook, causing the noodle soup to spill out and burn the back of his hand.

Pan Hong, who had always been able to endure it, subconsciously loosened his grip, and the bowl fell to pieces with a bang.

Pan Hong cried out "Ah!" and walked around the batter with regret. When he saw the jailer coming, he hurriedly said, "Sir, my bowl is broken. Give me another one."

The jailer said unhappily, "They are all gone. Go away and wait for next time."

He muttered, "It's true that wild boars can't eat fine bran. If it weren't for your family, you wouldn't be able to eat this porridge..."

Pan Hong also felt very sorry.

Before being imprisoned, he was in Datong. Although he had the support of his daughter and was not short of money, Pan Hong did not dare to show off his wealth.

So except during festivals, we never eat batter made from pure white flour at home.

Looking at the noodles on the ground, Pan Hong really wanted to reach out and pick them up to eat.

As he was hesitating, a mouse came running over, attracted by the smell.

Pan Hong could see their chirping sounds as soon as he turned his head.

Pan Hong sighed, took the two cold steamed buns, turned around and sat on the bed, giving his seat to the mouse.

"Never mind, never mind. It's not a waste. Even though I can't eat it, at least it fills the mouse's stomach."

Pan Hong took a bite of the cold steamed bun and looked at the noodles that were still steaming, feeling even more sad.

When the mice saw him move aside, they immediately pounced on the batter on the ground, chirping happily.

Pan Hong ate the food, and although he didn't quite like what he wanted, his mood gradually improved.

Both the man and the mouse were happy. Pan Hong smiled as he looked at the happy mice. His smile was only halfway raised when the mouse, which was eating with its head down, suddenly let out a shrill cry, fell down, and the whole mouse began to twitch. Soon, it became stiff and motionless.

The other mice were startled and ran away in all directions, but two of them fell down as soon as they turned their heads, and twitched twice before becoming stiff. Another one crawled to the corner of the wall with difficulty, and then fell down and didn't move.

The smallest one was left and quickly disappeared from Pan Hong's sight.

Pan Hong's smile froze. The next moment he reacted, immediately dropped the steamed bun in his hand, and scratched his throat with his fingers.

Pan Hong spat out the steamed bun he had just eaten.

Yin Song rushed in with the Pan Yue brothers and saw Pan Hong half-lying over the bed and vomiting violently, almost vomiting bile.

Pan Yue was shocked, and he grabbed the cell door with a snap, shouting, "Dad——"

Pan Yu went straight to the cell door and shook it loudly: "Dad, we are here to save you!"

Seeing that they were about to shake down the cell door, Yin Song hurriedly grabbed the two of them and turned back to shout at the jailer: "What are you still standing there for? An important prisoner has been murdered. Do you want to pay with your lives? Hurry and open the door!" The jailer reacted and immediately stepped forward to pull Pan Yu away, taking out the key to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the two brothers rushed in. One of them hugged Pan Hong and pressed hard on his abdomen, while the other slapped him on the back with his iron palm: "Dad, did you eat something poisonous?"

Pan Hong felt that he had almost vomited and was about to speak, but one of his sons pinched his stomach hard and another son slapped his back wildly, so he broke down before he could say anything.

Seeing that he was unable to speak and was almost broken by the attack from the two men, Yin Song quickly stepped forward to stop him: "I'll do it, I'll do it..."

Pan Yue regained his senses and immediately stopped, "Yes, yes, Second Senior Brother, you know medical skills."

Pulling his father's hand violently in front of Yin Song, Pan Yue looked at him eagerly: "Second Brother, can my father be saved?"

Yin Song put his hand on his pulse, then lifted Pan Hong's face and looked at it carefully, and also looked at his lips and tongue, frowning: "It doesn't look like poisoning..."

Pan Yu shouted, "Second Brother, the mice died after eating the residue on the ground. Isn't this poison?"

Pan Hong grabbed his son's hand and sat up, saying weakly, "I didn't eat!"

He explained: "I only ate two bites of the buns, I was not poisoned, so they must have only poisoned the batter."

Yin Song broke the bun open, smelled it, tasted it, and breathed a sigh of relief, "The bun is not poisonous."

Pan Yue and Pan Yu also breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Pan Hong and started crying: "Dad, you scared us to death!"

Pan Hong: "You guys beat me to death!"

The jailer A beside him breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Pan Hong was fine, but before he could finish his sigh of relief, he heard Yin Song ask, "Who will serve the meal today? Who made the batter?"

Jailer A's face changed, and he turned around and ran out. But just as he ran out, he heard a noise outside: "Liu Dafa from the kitchen committed suicide!"

Yin Song did not go out, and even grabbed Pan Yu who wanted to run away, and said with a sullen face: "From now on, you will follow your father. I will go find someone."

Pan Yue: "Who are you looking for?"

"Go to the Cabinet, go to the three ministries," Yin Song said with drooping eyebrows, "Go to the North and South Pacification Offices, go to Wang Zhen."

Pan Yu said sharply, "Looking for Wang Zhen? What do you want to do with him?"

Yin Song said: "The only one who can save your father's life now is Wang Zhen."

Pan Yu was angry: "Maybe he was the one who poisoned us. How can we find him?"

Pan Yue also narrowed his eyes: "Second Brother, do you think Wang Zhen didn't poison you?"

"I don't know," Yin Song said, "No matter if it is or not, if it fails this time, someone else will definitely do it. It's better to put the blame on Wang Zhen and let him protect Lord Pan."

He said, "This is the Imperial Prison, and he has just regained the Emperor's grace. As long as he doesn't take action, he can stop these ghostly tricks."

Pan Yue: "How can we be sure that he didn't do it?"

"No need to confirm, just let him know that if Master Pan dies, he won't be better off."

Pan Yue frowned, looking doubtful: "Can Second Senior Brother threaten him?"

Yin Song shook his head: "I can't threaten him, but your sister can."

"Ah?" The two brothers looked confused, but Pan Yue quickly realized, "Did my little sister make some arrangements before she left?"

Yin Song smiled and did not answer. He asked the two men to continue to guard Pan Hong while he wrapped the tail of the dead rat with a handkerchief and carried it to the palace. (End of this chapter)