In prison.
It's early autumn and it's already a little cool.
The air was filled with light mist, and occasionally a few birds chirped in the distance.
There are only twelve days before the execution. The criminals in prison no longer have to go out to serve, so Ji Heng is happy and relaxed.
After eating a few mouthfuls of unpalatable glutinous rice and drinking a few mouthfuls of slightly cold well water, he handed the wooden plate with rice out of the cell door, then lay crookedly on the ground, looking at the dark wall with boredom.
Life in prison is always difficult.
After all, the Qin Dynasty was no better than later generations and had no books or newspapers to read.
The only pastime in prison is probably to bicker with other criminals, or just sleep. But if you sleep too much, you will always feel dizzy. In the end, you can only keep your eyes open and look for some ways to kill time in this small space. .
Not so with Ji Heng.
He has too many things to remember.
But he didn't want to remember.
it's painful.
In his nine dynasties and nine lives, he has seen too much suffering in the world, and he has also seen too many cases of people exchanging children and eating mummies in cars.
But later he became numb.
Help the world.
Facing the turmoil, it is about to collapse, and the building is about to collapse.
He had really wanted to do it, but he failed again and again, and he gradually began to doubt himself.
He doesn't know how to help the world.
I don’t even know how to save all the people from the fire and water.
He can't even end the chaos.
It's as if God has a force that can restore the chaos of time.
In the eighth life, when he died in Wuzhangyuan, he once looked up at the stars, as if he realized some truth in the vast galaxy.
But as his memory faded, he could no longer remember what he had realized.
Ji Heng lay on the ground, thought deeply for a while, and finally shook his head and said: "Forget it, it's useless to think too much."
"Life is very tiring."
"Why bother thinking about the failure of the ninth life anymore?"
"If you have such leisure, why not think about the three major philosophical questions of life in future generations, 'Who am I, where do I come from, and where do I want to go'."
Through the tall wooden windows, the sun shone in and fell on Ji Heng's dark face, giving him a touch of luster. Ji Heng stretched out his hand to block the not too dazzling sunlight, and finally decided to move. Keep your body out of direct sunlight.
at this time.
Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
Where did the troubled times come from? How will they end? Where should we go?
Ji Heng sat upright on the ground, his eyes rarely becoming focused and dignified.
However, before Ji Heng could think about it, a sudden violent knock on the door sounded out of thin air, interrupting his thoughts on the spot.
A flash of annoyance flashed in Ji Heng's eyes.
The jailer didn't care about this and continued to push him a few times. When he saw Ji Heng looking over, he said calmly: "Ji Heng, Mr. Ji said that he had found some books and asked you to go over and have a look."
"I won't go without wine." Ji Heng closed his eyes directly.
What book should he read when he is about to die?
And he was a principled man in prison.
If you have wine, you will know how to speak.
No wine, no more talk.
The jailer's face darkened, but he didn't dare to really offend him.
Ji Heng is now appreciated by Master Ji. It would be unwise to offend Master Ji because of Ji Heng.
If Ji Heng didn't go, there was nothing he could do against Ji Heng.
Ji Heng was about to die. No matter how much he threatened, he could only say: "Ji Heng, I know you are determined to die, but Mr. Ji treated you well in the past. Now Mr. Ji has something to ask of you. Go and So what can I do? If I make friends with Mr. Ji, I might be able to make your death more dignified in the future."
Ji Heng pretended not to hear.
He grabbed a handful of withered grass and covered himself with it.
Just close your eyes.
See this.
The jailer's face darkened, and he finally walked away.
When the jailer was completely gone and there was no sound around him, Ji Heng slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were full of surprise and confusion, and he whispered: "What did I think of just now? Why can't I remember it all of a sudden?"
He frowned and returned his body to its previous appearance, trying to return to the previous state.
Unfortunately it didn't work out.
the other side.
After Ji Heng hit a wall, the jailer went to Hu Hai's prison and told Hu Hai the news of Ji Heng's disobedience.
Hu Hai frowned, looking slightly dissatisfied, and said: "This Ji Heng really recognizes wine but not people."
"never mind."
"I'd better watch it myself."
Hu Hai sat on the case, looking at the dozens of bamboo slips in front of him, his face a little bitter.
He thought it would only be a few volumes, but it turned out to be more than seventy volumes.
This made Hu Hai feel a little uncomfortable.
He didn't like reading. In the past, if Zhao Gaoer hadn't asked him to do so, he wouldn't even want to read the laws.
However, as Zhao Gao was imprisoned, there was no one around him who could analyze it for him. He originally wanted to ask Ji Heng to come over and have a look and explain it to him, but Ji Heng didn't buy it at all, which made Hu Hai feel quite depressed.
As a prince, have you ever been treated like this?
However, he had been in jail for seven or eight days, and he already had some understanding of Ji Heng's character.
Ji Heng has a lonely and cold temperament.
Completely indifferent to life and death and will not accept any threats.
Moreover, Ji Heng was very eloquent. He had a confrontation with several Confucian scholars a few days ago, and the Confucian scholars were speechless.
This made Hu Hai shout with joy.
I wish I could go up and scold those Confucian scholars in person.
But he is also self-aware and knows that he is clumsy in articulation. Without Ji Heng's help, he is definitely no match for a Confucian scholar. In the end, he can only sit back and watch.
Then he invited Ji Heng over, but Ji Heng didn't pay attention at first. He sent someone to say that they had meat and wine, and then Ji Heng agreed to come. At that time, he originally wanted Ji Heng to come forward for him and reprimand those Confucian scholars. But Ji Heng didn't buy it, and just said that he would use some of his knowledge in exchange for some wine and meat.
He was quite disdainful at the time.
What is his identity? People who want to teach him line up every day, but still need a criminal to teach him?
But after hearing Ji Heng's words, "The First Emperor fought for the remaining heroes of the sixth generation, vigorously pursued his strategy to control the inner world, swallowed up the princes for two weeks, acted as the supreme and controlled the Liuhe, and beat and beat the world..." , he admitted that he had been persuaded, and then he got out of control and became a worshiper of Ji Heng's "wine and meat".
Hu Hai was also puzzled sometimes.
Why would I listen to a criminal?
And so respectful?
No matter how much he thought about it, he never figured it out.
I just had a vague feeling that Ji Heng had an aura that was different from ordinary people.
This temperament is far superior to anyone in the world.
Hu Hai shook his head, opened the bamboo slips, and read them word by word. After looking at the meal time, he closed the bamboo slips and said with a bitter face: "Hey, there are so many bamboo slips, what year and month are we going to see? I really hope Zhao Zhao If Zhao Gao is here, why should I think on my own?"
"Zhao Gao."
"You've done me a disservice this time."
"Now not only are you in jail yourself, but you are also hated by my father for asking me to intercede for you."
"If I had known this, I would never have interceded for you."
"I don't know when my father will calm down, and I don't know when I will be released."
"well......"
Hu Hai sighed quietly and lay down directly.
