章 1595: Parade in the streets (1)

Just after dawn, Ji Yuan, who was lying on his side on the straw mat and covered with a smelly and dirty cotton blanket, was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

The voice came from the iron gate at the end of the corridor, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Soon, more than a dozen night watchmen appeared in the field of vision of Ji Yuan and the officials of Yunzhou.

"Get up, I'll take you guys out to get some sun."

A copper Gong took out a key and unlocked the chain wrapped around the gate.

Ji Yuan was rudely dragged up by a quiet Gong and roughly pushed out of the cell.

This was the third day he had spent in the night watchman's dungeon. The dry straw mat and torn quilt had saved his life and prevented him from freezing to death in the cold dungeon.

However, he had been pampered since he was young, so when had he ever suffered like this?