The man took a deep breath and walked inside. After taking a few steps, he heard scoldings one after another, high and low, which was very unpleasant.
He shook his head and laughed. Ever since he was imprisoned here, his voice had not become hoarse when he saw Tian'er scolding him like this.
The iron door is closed, and the cave behind the iron door is completely different. The earthen walls are covered with blue bricks, and the ground is paved with bluestone slabs. The wet water vapor falls along the walls into shallow grooves, and there are no traces of water on the ground or walls. So humid.
He walked deep into the cave and saw three or four men sitting on the ground, drinking and punching.
Hearing the footsteps, these people stood up hurriedly. Their short brown clothes were wrinkled and covered with dirty dust. They saluted respectfully and said: "Yongda is in charge."
This man was none other than Ayong, who had a kind face and a slightly cautious look. But at this time, his face no longer had the cautious expression. He nodded kindly and put the food box on the ground: "Thank you for your hard work, brothers." ."
These people laughed hurriedly and said: "It's not hard, it's not hard." They opened the food boxes one by one, and after a while, the floor was filled with wine and meat.
There was a crashing sound from the other side, and the man began to curse again.
Ayong smiled and handed a piece of cold steamed bun to the man's lips: "His Royal Highness, eat it."
The man's left wrist was tied with an iron chain as thick as his thumb. The other end of the iron chain was hung on a wooden post as thick as his arm. The iron chain was not long, and he could not walk very far. If he moved a little, there would be a harsh sound. Clatter.
He raised a haggard and thin face. Although his complexion was sallow, his hair was rough, and he looked downcast, he could not conceal his noble and handsome demeanor.
Such a handsome man is Xie Mengxia, the king of Han who used to be able to walk sideways in and outside Chang'an City.
But no one expected that the once arrogant and domineering King of Han would become a prisoner who never saw the light of day.
Although there was no blood on his body and he probably wasn't injured, his face looked really bad and he looked like he had suffered a lot of torture.
As soon as he saw the dry, powdery steamed bun, he became furious. He pulled the chain with his hand and made a rattling sound. His eyes widened and he cursed: "I want to eat meat." !Eat meat, what is this? Is it for humans? Even dogs don’t eat it. I don’t want to eat it. I want to eat meat!”
Ayong sneered: "His Royal Highness the King of Han is so angry, it seems he can still be hungry for a while."
As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the piece of steamed bun flew to the foot of the wall.
"Hey, stop it, I'll eat it, can't I eat it?" Xie Mengxia shouted, and she quickly surrendered, but she still watched helplessly as the piece of steamed bun fell out of his reach.
He had been locked up in this place for two days, and the food he was given was either rotten or smelly, and he couldn't eat it at all.
In the past two days, he had eaten a palm-sized piece of sesame cake. It was so dry that it was hard to swallow, but he was very hungry, so he forced himself to swallow it with difficulty.
He squatted down, stretched out his hand and pulled twice, and found that he could not reach the piece of steamed bun covered with dirt and dust. He stared and started to curse again: "You fucking bastard! You are abusing me when you feed me meat." , I will cut you into pieces! Exterminate the nine tribes!"
Hearing this, the few people sitting on the floor and Ayong burst into laughter, as if they had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, laughing so hard that tears came to their eyes.
Xie Mengxia's heart went crazy because of the laughter from these people, and she continued to scold you with stern expression: "Why are you laughing? If you laugh again, I will not spare you!"
Ayong rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sinewed arms. He clenched his hands into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands burst. He shook them heavily in front of Xie Mengxia's eyes, with a heavy and intimidating force.
Xie Mengxia hurriedly covered her face and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Don't slap me in the face, don't slap me in the face."
Ayong burst into laughter and said sadly: "Your Highness, do you mean to cut off your descendants?"
Xie Mengxia hurriedly let go of his face and covered his lower body. His face turned pale, and he trembled and cursed: "You bastard! You bastard! You beast! Calling you beasts is an insult to the beasts!"
Ayong grinned indifferently, revealing a set of sinister white teeth, and touched Xie Mengxia's face with his hand: "Then your Highness, you can choose, whether to smash this offending face, or interrupt and cause trouble." The roots of descendants?"
Xie Mengxia trembled three times, with goosebumps forming on her skin. She opened her mouth and asked, "Can I choose the third way?"
A Yong was confused by the question and was stunned for a moment: "What third way?"
"No, I won't hit you anywhere." Xie Mengxia's mouth twitched slightly and he swallowed.
"Okay." Ayong chuckled: "I always have to give some face to His Highness the King of Han. However, His Highness the King of Han killed our girl, so it's unreasonable not to give an explanation, right?"
Xie Mengxia nodded repeatedly and said impatiently: "Here, here, you guys, I can give you whatever explanation you want. As long as you let me go, you can do whatever you want."
Ayong twirled his fingers and said, "Then what do you want to explain, Your Highness?"
"I have money, I will give you as much as you want." Xie Mengxia blurted out.
Ayong and the others laughed again, unable to stop laughing and said: "Your Highness, do you think our brothers are people who are short of money?"
Xie Mengxia was stunned for a moment, and shouted with a pale face: "I can, I can give you a lot of money, and you will have enough food and clothing in this life, oh, no, the next life, and the next life. No, you will be as rich as the country. "
Ayong heard the sound, stopped laughing, suppressed his smile, and slowly rubbed his fist against Xie Mengxia's cheek, and said grimly: "In that case, why not give us the Palace of the Han Dynasty, Your Highness."
Xie Mengxia's throat rolled and she stared at Ayong blankly.
Ayong laughed, patted Xie Mengxia's cheek gently, turned around and said to those people: "Keep an eye on this distinguished guest. If he wants to be hungry, let him starve. If he faints from hunger, he won't be able to run away."
Those people laughed wildly in unison.
Xie Mengxia exclaimed several times, and finally jumped to his feet and yelled: "Didn't you agree that I will give you money and you let me go? Why, you don't follow the moral principles of the world!"
Ayong walked away and smiled, then turned back with a smile: "Don't worry, Your Highness, we will let you go."
After Ayong left, those people began to drink and eat meat as if no one else was around, completely ignoring Xie Mengxia, who was still hungry and dizzy, and almost hit his head while holding a pillar.
Xie Mengxia cursed a few more times in anger, turned around, and sat down against the pillar. He seemed to be very hungry and angry, and he didn't even have the strength to curse.
He leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes in despair. When he opened them again, his eyes were clear and the color of despair was gone.
He still remembered the situation on the day of the accident. In the critical situation, he left a mark. If his calculations were good, Leng Linjiang should have seen the mark and could quickly find this place by following the clues.
His cousin has always been very smart, so he will definitely be able to find him.
However, the tiger still has time to take a nap. What should a smart person do if he becomes confused for a moment?
Regardless of whether Leng Linjiang was confused or not, what he had to do now was to stay alive and conserve his strength to survive.
Otherwise, when reinforcements arrive, he won't even have the strength to stand up. Wouldn't this be embarrassing?
He looked at the stone wall in front of him and sighed lifelessly.
He may be the only prince in history who became a prisoner while strolling around the flower house.
His dignity and respect have long since been thrown into the moat to feed the bastard.
But why, why is he the one who gets kidnapped every time?
Is it because he is so beautiful that he is so angry? Is it because he has so much money and spends so much that he attracts the covetous attention of these people?
If wealth is not revealed in vain, the ancients would not deceive him! It seems that what Yao Yao said is right, keep a low profile to save your life.
Thinking of Yao Yao, he silently clenched his fists with an annoyed look on his face.
If Yao Yao was here, he would have found him early, and how could he have suffered so many unreasonable disasters.
When he gets out, he must demolish the damn Jiaofang, knock out all the big yellow teeth in Xue Lu's mouth, and kidnap all the flower girls in it back to the palace, so that there will be no flower girls available in the Jiaofang.
As dusk falls, the brilliant sunset on the horizon is gradually swallowed up by the darkness, and bright stars light up in the sky, sparsely and sparsely, flickering brightly and dimly.
Leng Linjiang paced back and forth in the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion, his brows furrowed, his face turned blue, and his aura was chilling.
He had not slept for two days, and he had not slept since he received the mark left by Xie Mengxia.
His nerves had reached their limit and were about to break.
He Denglou held a knife and hurried in. Before he could salute, he was dragged up by Leng Linjiang.
"Okay, okay, so many false gifts, how about it, is there any news about His Highness the King of Han?" Leng Linjiang asked anxiously.
He Denggou looked ashamed: "Master Shaoyin, I haven't found Judefang according to the mark yet, and I have cut off His Highness's clues."
Leng Linjiang put one hand on his hips and pinched his eyebrows with the other. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, spinning around: "Why are they missing? Are all the guards in the Han Palace full of shit? They can't even protect the master. How come they are missing?" They have no use, raising them costs food, it’s better to kill them to save trouble!!”
He Denggou knew that Leng Linjiang was very angry and anxious, so he said such harsh words. He whispered: "Shao Yin, this matter has been going on for two days. I can't hide it, or should I report it back?" Give it to the saint.”
Leng Linjiang knocked He Dengglou hard on the forehead and cursed coldly: "How do you know I didn't reply to the saint? I can't see the saint at all!!"
He Dengglou was dumbfounded. Even a favored person like Leng Linjiang could not see the saint, let alone others.
He approached Leng Linjiang, lowered his voice and asked: "Master Shaoyin, I heard that the court meetings have been canceled these days. What happened to the saint?"
Leng Linjiang looked around, held He Denglou's ears, and threatened: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't. Knowing so much, do you want to die early?"
