At this point, Liu Feng's voice became louder: "Even if I believe it is false, will my colleagues in Jinyiwei believe it? Will the Changsha City officers and soldiers, the soldiers of Shenji Camp, Three Thousand Battalions, and Five Military Battalions believe it?" ! If they all believe it, even if you say in front of the governor that you are not Zhang Daqiu, will he believe it?"
Liu Feng looked at Ye Wumian with a trace of ridicule on his face and said: "It doesn't matter whether you are Zhang Daqiu or not. As long as we all treat you as Zhang Daqiu, you are Zhang Daqiu. We believe you are Zhang Daqiu. This , is the most important thing!”
The two of them fell into silence for a while. Suddenly, Ye Wumian burst into laughter, making his iron chains tremble and his throat dry and hoarse.
Because he didn't eat much and didn't have much energy, his laughter was silent. Only his open mouth, exposed teeth, and shaking body could still prove that he was smiling.
Liu Feng said sternly: "Zhang, what are you laughing at? Do you think it's too comfortable to stay in the prison of my royal guards? Do you want a big meal?"
After a while, Ye Wumian stopped laughing, took a long breath, panted a little, shook his head, and said nothing.
Before Liu Feng left, he sneered and said: "I remembered a poem, which is very suitable for your situation. Listen, the great scholar Su Dongpo said: 'The heart is like a gray tree, and the body is like a boat without ties.' "
Ye Wumian muttered: "There may be a saying that 'the heart is like a gray tree'. However, I am tightly tied and cannot move. Where can I start talking about the 'untied boat'?"
Liu Feng said forcefully: "I said yes!"
After saying that, he felt that speaking so many words to the thief was tantamount to degrading himself. He suddenly felt bored. After giving him a sideways glance, he turned around and left the cell.
In the cell, it became quiet again, only the crawling sounds of rats and cockroaches could be heard, and the occasional pitiful wails, as the prisoners were being interrogated.
Ye Wuxian began to look at his body.
Fortunately, Jin Yiwei didn't seem to inflict any torture on himself. None of the various packages that scare people in the world have been "enjoyed".
Except for the two gunshot wounds on the chest, there was only some dirt and dirt on the rest of the area, which was nothing serious. Compared with other prisoners in the cell, he is considered happy.
Such "happiness" is not a good thing. Jin Yiwei didn't let him suffer, so he must have something to repay in the future.
Nightless thought for a while, I remembered that Liu Feng, the big-eared man, had mentioned the word "Suppressing Envoy" when he was persuading the ugly man Qian Qianhu, and it seemed that the Soothing Envoy needed the big ball he pretended to be. Maybe after meeting this governor, he would know what he was going to repay.
"The governor..."
He only had a rough understanding of the official positions of Jinyiwei. At most, he knew that one hundred households were in charge of the general banner and one thousand households were in charge of one hundred households. He had no idea what kind of official the governor was.
But I think he is at least higher than Qianhu, otherwise Qian Qianhu wouldn't give up on him just because of his reputation as the governor.
"Because of the shelter of this governor, I won't die for the time being, and I won't suffer too much. This is the only good news to be thankful for at the moment." He breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to continue thinking deeply, a feeling of fatigue hit Wu Nei again, and his consciousness began to feel drowsy.
I guess it was because I just breathed a sigh of relief that my whole body relaxed, and my body became eager to sleep.
Whatever, he put aside all his thoughts and let himself fall asleep. Even though he was tied up while standing, after a while, a slight snoring sounded from his nose.
It is dark here, the sun does not shine, and the time of heaven and earth cannot be seen. There is no way of knowing how long he slept.
There was a sound on the cell door, and Ye Wumian woke up suddenly.
He opened his eyes and saw that the jailer who had brought him food before was bringing some more food to him.
It's really magical. Looking at this man, hunger wells up in my belly. Even though I know that my hands and feet are restrained and I can't escape, I still have to rush forward to eat, and the chains and shackles jingle.
The jailer couldn't help but sneered: "Starving ghosts, come and eat!"
She didn't embarrass him. She took a large spoon, which was as thick as a pebble, and scooped out the hot rice for him to eat.
The food this time was better than before. In addition to millet and yams, there was half an extra piece of wheat cake.
The wheat cakes tasted sweet and sweet, and he almost cried after eating them.
At the end of the meal, the man fed him a slightly stinky egg, which was the only meat he had eaten recently.
In the following days, meals were delivered at regular intervals. Although I couldn't expect anything nutritious, rich and delicious, at least I didn't feel hungry.
His movements were restricted during the sleepless night and he could not go anywhere. Fortunately, whenever he wanted to go to the toilet, he only had to pull the chain and an old woman would bring him a bedpan for him to urinate in, thus eliminating the embarrassment of defecating everywhere.
This old woman may have been ordered by Liu Feng to scrub Ye Wumian's body every two days. In this way, although the cell is still dirty and smelly, and cockroaches, bed bugs, and rats continue to run rampant, it can be somewhat cleaner despite the sleepless nights.
Compared to other prisoners, he lives in paradise.
He lingered like this, gasping for air. He didn't know how many days had passed. He only remembered that since he regained consciousness, the jailer had brought him more than ten meals back and forth.
If it were measured as one meal a day, I am afraid that another ten days would have passed.
That day, after eating, I woke up and felt a slight itch in my chest. I couldn't help but want to scratch it, but naturally I couldn't.
But he was secretly happy in his heart, and said: "If you feel itchy, it must be that the wound is slowly healing? Let me use my internal energy to flow and moisten it."
As soon as his Dantian became hot and his internal energy started to work, he felt a pain that pierced his heart, stinging him so much that he almost fainted on the spot.
After the pain subsided slightly, he hesitated for a moment and slowly calmed down.
This time, as soon as the internal energy came out of Dantian, the upper body began to twitch nervously, making it unbearable.
Ye Wumian quickly calmed down, shed a few tears uncontrollably, sniffed, and felt a bit sobbing.
He thought to himself: "I have been blamed by the wrath of God! I have only used my inner strength for a little bit, and it is so unbearable that I am like this!"
This was even more serious than when he was stabbed by the Juemi Divine Needle before.
He didn't dare to try again easily, so he could only try to move his hands and feet. Sure enough, he felt something on his back and shoulder, like a knife, hooking the pipa bone.
Thinking about it, this was the culprit that caused him to be unable to use his inner strength.
I don’t know what this thing is, but its effect is so decisive! The last time I was stabbed by Lai Cong with the Absolute Meridian Needle, I was able to escape using the method of retrograde internal force. How should I escape this time?
The cold air was filled with an increasingly strong aura of despair, and Ye Wumian could not think of any way to break the situation.
The joy brought about by the slow recovery from the injury was diluted by three points.
