The sound of footsteps came from far away, the cell door opened, and a hazy figure walked into the cell.
"What does this smell like?"
The person who came was wearing a golden court uniform. He took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose. He frowned and looked at the three people huddled in the corner.
When two of them saw the visitor, they hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed on the hard, wet ground. Two circular pits appeared on the ground.
"He was the one who climbed the tower first, and all the victory is his."
The two of them straightened up and pointed at Qin Chuan and said in unison.
Qin Chuan's expression became stiff and quickly returned to normal.
"not me!"
He was imprisoned on the first day he traveled through time, and he stayed in jail for nearly four years.
These years of suffering made him understand that the temple did not want to know who climbed the city tower first, and the temple did not want anyone to climb the city tower first.
The four major military achievements on the battlefield are: ascend first, kill the general, capture the flag, and trap the enemy.
In the decisive battle with Wang Shichong, the three of them were the first to board Luoyang City and survived.
According to Li Shimin's military order, the first person to ascend was rewarded with tens of thousands of gold and granted the title of thousands of marquises.
Li Shimin was not the emperor at that time, and Li Jiancheng was causing trouble. Li Yuan thought that the battle was particularly tragic. It was impossible for three people to board the tower at the same time and survive. Two of them must be lying.
As a result, three people were imprisoned.
"The ground is cold."
Qin Chuan pulled the two of them back to him. People came every year, but there was no result every year.
The cell is intoxicated again.
After the war, they were excited and imagined that they would return to Chang'an and be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households. This was the only chance to transcend social class. Seeing flowers in the mirror was an illusion.
There was one person in history who succeeded, and that was Emperor Yang Guangzu of the Sui Dynasty. He robbed Xiang Yu's thigh in Wujiang River, and the Yang family became a famous family.
"My King Li Yuanchang, Your Majesty has been on the throne for more than three months, and he misses his old ministers in his heart. One of the three of you can make a great success."
Li Yuanchang only expressed his happiness but not his worries. Qin Chuan's heart was like a mirror. He didn't want to see anyone rise to the top, even if he had reached heaven first.
The merits of three people belong to one person. In the early years of Zhenguan, the Wude almanac was exactly the same.
"it's me."
The two people on Qin Chuan's left and right kneeled down excitedly, arguing in unison.
Li Yuanchang's eyes were smiling, and his eyes were full of contempt.
"It is difficult for a ignorant person to enter the temple."
He waved his sleeves and left with a ridicule.
Conspiracy.
"Why are you doing this? How much suffering have the three of us endured because we were the first to take credit? How much grievances have we suffered, why don't you give up!"
Qin Chuan knew that it was useless to persuade them. This credit was earned with his own life.
But he still advised, not only for their sake, but also for his own sake.
They can't get out of here alive unless they work together.
The two of them lowered their heads, leaning against the wall with their eyes lost.
Qin Chuan stood up. He was seven feet tall, skinny and looked frail.
He was not like this before. He was strong and simple-minded. The villagers loved to call him Qin Da Fool.
Three generations have had this nickname, and all three generations have been vanguards.
His scalp itched, Qin Chuan scratched his knotted and dry hair, and several round lice fell on his shoulders.
Come to the prison door.
"Lao Suntou, tell me whether it's cold outside and whether it's snowing."
Qin Chuan sat down relying on a door that was simply assembled from a few pieces of wood.
"Warmer than your cell."
The old man came over carrying a square lantern.
The lantern stopped in front of Qin Chuan. Qin Chuan grinned. It was so bright and warm.
"You will live here for four years after the end of the year."
The old man reminded Qin Chuan that he would remind him every year.
"so fast."
Qin Chuan's eyes were slightly lowered, and there was a white handkerchief under the lantern.
Picking up the handkerchief, it must have been thrown away by Li Yuanchang.
The old man watched with envy as to who picked it up.
"I'll give you the old man's handkerchief. How about you do me a favor?"
Qin Chuan looked up at the old man. In Li Yuanchang's eyes, the handkerchief was worthless. It could be sold for at least dozens of copper coins.
"Old man, I don't want your stuff. I can sell it for you in exchange for some corn balls."
The old man was envious from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't ask for it. He would feel uneasy if he asked for it. At his age, he had long looked past it, as long as it was enough.
When he was young, he did not have the courage to fight for generational wealth. He admired vanguards like Qin Chuan and treated the three people imprisoned in this cell as kindly as possible.
"I want to go out."
Qin Chuan's eyes were bright. Four years had not smoothed his edges, and four years had not eroded his determination to break into the Tang Dynasty.
The old man's calm heart was touched.
As long as the heart is not destroyed, there is still a glimmer of hope.
"Old man, let me help you again."
The old man didn't say how to help him, and left with a lantern in his hands, walking much more briskly.
"Bring your handkerchief, how can you enter the mansion without giving a gift?"
Qinchuan Road.
"Wait."
The old man walked out of the prison.
Qin Chuan looked at the two men who were in ecstasy.
"Lowering your head does not mean admitting defeat. Giving up is a coward. This year we will go home for the New Year."
Qin Chuan's eyes were firm and his tone was decisive. He had said this for three years.
The two of them glanced at Qin Chuan with their eyelids slightly raised, then quickly closed their heads and turned to one side, not even bothering to say anything to Qin Chuan.
The two of them had no hope, so Qin Chuan could only find a way alone.
He stood up and walked to the table, moved the pottery bowl and spread the handkerchief on the table.
He bit his fingers and wrote his wishes on them.
He kept mumbling: "The little soldier followed General Tiance to fight against the rebel Wang Shichong in Luoyang. The general's appearance can never be forgotten. I dare not climb the heavenly merits first. The bloody battle on the city towers all relies on the general's natural power. If you fight without dying, you can't." The general has used his troops like a god, and now I have been trapped in a prison for four years. I hope the general will remember that the three generations of loyal and good soldiers will return home. If there is a war, the soldier will raise his shield to make a wall, and if he is trapped in the battle, he will die or live."
The two people standing by the wall stood up and walked to the table, biting their fingers and looking at Qin Chuan.
"How do we write our names?"
Qin Chuan grabbed their hands and wrote down their names.
Qin is a fool, Wang Er is confused, and Sun San is sure.
I don’t have a real name, maybe it’s because I can make a living with a cheap name, or maybe it’s because of other reasons.
He dried the blood book and folded it neatly and put it into his chest.
The three of them returned to the corner and leaned together, waiting for the old man to come back.
Qin Chuan's fingers were still bleeding and he didn't want to waste it.
Taking out the handkerchief, Wang Er moved his body unconsciously and moved to Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan laid a handkerchief on his back.
Please... Bodhisattva bless our third brother. He kept guessing and divination, whether good or bad, good or bad, or worried.
When his fingers stopped bleeding, Qin Chuan put away his handkerchief and continued squatting.
The doorway lights up.
The three of them stood up with excitement, walked to the door, and looked at the old man uneasily.
The old man took out some corn balls.
"Don't worry, I have told Wei Zheng the matter."
The old man smiled and comforted the three of them.
Qin Chuan smiled naively, with a little red spreading on his pale face.
"Thank you, old man. I'll bury you when you die!"
Qin Chuan laughed and took the corn balls handed over by the old man.
The old man nodded.
"OK."
In fact, the old man goes to find Wei Zheng every year, but to no avail.
This is the old man's stubbornness and the three people's hope.
The three of them squatted at the door and ate corn balls while looking at the lanterns.
"It smells so good."
Qin Chuan smiled, Wei Zheng was a wise minister, he would definitely uphold justice, and they would be sent home if nothing happened.
"Wei Zheng must be from the former crown prince Li Jiancheng. We came in because of Li Jiancheng."
Wang Er said confusedly.
The corn balls in your mouth no longer taste good!
The three of them ate the corn balls without knowing the taste and went back to the corner to squat.
The old man sighed inwardly, lowered his head and left with a lantern.
"You idiot Qin, why are you keeping the handkerchief? Let the old man help us send it out."
Sun Santu must know.
