Changhe Sunset Yen

Chapter 19 9

The prison of the Westman is just a small tent piled with sundries. It is closed everywhere, covered with dust, and there is no sunlight all day long. There is only a small coal lamp burning with life on a small table.

The tent was some distance away from the main camp, but it wasn't too far away. There was a strong man guarding the door, and the two of them took shifts every six hours. Wu Zhijing couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

The food here is much worse than before, the porridge and weeds are ignored, and there is only one meal a day.All the meat that was raised in the previous few months was consumed again, and it was even thinner than before.

Wu Zhijing didn't dare to make a fuss, so he closed his eyes and rested his mind every day, thinking over and over again about all the things that happened so far.

In the beginning, the Western barbarians regarded him as a guest of honor because he was still valuable, but now if what Wu Yun said was true, his life, Wu Zhijing, was worth less than that grass on the side of the road, so what's the use of keeping him?

In other words, in fact, father is not dead, but the situation in the Central Plains has changed, and the loss of power may be true, but he is still a glimmer of hope in the hands of the Western barbarians.

So, the question is, what should he do?Continue to sit here and wait to die?Or wait for a hero born in the sky to come to the rescue?But if you want to escape, how can you escape with such strict guards?

Wu Zhijing felt a little bit resentful, hated himself for not exercising his body well back then, no matter what he was able to deal with the strong man at the door to gain a chance of life!He hated it, hated himself for not being familiar with the classics, so that now his mind was blank when he wanted to ask for an escape plan.

He doesn't know how many days have passed in this dark place where the sun never shines. The food deliverers are different every time. The common thing is that they are all unsmiling. No matter what Wu Zhijing says, they don't respond at all. deaf.

Just when Wu Zhijing was so hungry that his eyes were staring, his limbs were weak, and his consciousness was hazy, a bright light shot in from the outside, making him subconsciously cover his eyes with his hand, squinting his eyes to observe the person coming from between his fingers.

The outline is shining with golden light, and it has an extraordinary temperament at first glance.

You don't need to look clearly, Wu Zhijing has already guessed the identity of the person who came.The next moment the man spoke, which further confirmed his conjecture.

Wu Yun came to persuade him to surrender, and he really liked Wu Zhijing, whose temperament was different from that of the Central Plains people who had to make several detours when speaking in secret.What Wu Zhijing said, although the two sides were in hostile camps, Wu Yun knew very well that Wu Zhijing really regarded him as a friend, and all the words came from his heart.This Western barbarian king who grew up fighting and flattering couldn't remember how long he hadn't met such a real person.

There is a poem in the Central Plains called "It's too cold to be high."People with high positions are always lonely, not because they don't want to share with others, but because they can't.But in Wu Zhijing's place, he is not a king, he can say whatever he wants, which seems to bring him back to the time when his brothers were very innocent when they were young, even though there were fights, everyone was straight Straight forward, unlike the subsequent intrigue that made him young at heart but aged several years.

So he sincerely hoped that Wu Zhijing could stay, even if it was just to chat with him, Wu Yun would cherish and yearn for that moment.

He proposed many favorable conditions to Wu Zhijing, such as a wealth of gold and silver, rich clothing and fine food, no need to work, freedom of movement, and everything he asked for except returning to the Central Plains.

But these were all rejected by Wu Zhijing one by one, and he refused very firmly.

Wu Yun became anxious and roared, how can you stay by my side?

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Wu Zhijing was overjoyed. Doesn't this mean there is room for negotiation?

He said in an eloquent voice, we Central Plains people put filial piety first, now that my father is newly mourned, as his son, I can't keep filial piety for him, it's unfilial.So my conscience is disturbed, how can I stay here to help you?

The meaning is very clear, you let me go back, I have to confirm my father's life and death with my own eyes before I can believe your words.

Seemingly prepared, Wu Yun took out a piece of parchment from his bosom and handed it to Wu Zhijing.

Wu Zhijing glanced at it, what kind of bird language is this, trying to fool me with it?When I, Wu Zhijing, was a three-year-old child?

Wu Yun pointed down, Wu Zhijing took a closer look and was stunned.

There is attached the personal approval of the little emperor of the Central Plains in Chinese, and a big seal is also printed.The content of the approval document is that the prime minister died of illness, and the whole country mourns, and hopes to send his son back to observe filial piety.

Heh, it was really perfunctory, directly ignoring the thousands of pieces of silk, tens of thousands of taels of gold and a few stones of grain and grass proposed by Ximan.

But Wu Zhijing's focus is not on this, but on the fact that the prime minister died of illness, these four words, the little emperor will never lie, right?So, is it true?

An unprecedented sense of grief hit Wu Zhijing's heart like a raging wave.

Wu Yun said, look, I didn't lie to you.How about it?with me?

Wu Zhijing no longer had tears, the wall of his heart was peeled off bit by bit, taking away his emotions and desires bit by bit.

He shook his head slowly, then said firmly, let me go back.

Wu Yun sighed, the negotiation broke down, he didn't say anything, turned around to leave the tent, and fastened the door tightly again.

After that, I don't know how many days passed, Wu Zhijing entered a state of no food and water.Wu Yun would personally deliver food to him every day, but every time he saw that the previous day's food had not been touched, he felt pity and respect for this man. If he hadn't been a king, he would have wanted to put Wu Zhijing back just like that.How could the young master who was joking and dancing before become this haggard, depressed and unlovable?

Wu Yun said softly to Wu Zhijing, do you want to follow me?This is your last chance.

Wu Zhijing tugged at the corner of his pale mouth, made a mouth shape, and immediately made Wu Yun fly into a rage.He shouted loudly to the outside of the account, come here, take off the clothes of this ungrateful guy and throw him into the wild palm forest.

The wild palm forest is a forest in the southwest of the prairie, where poisonous snakes and beasts run amok, even a skilled hunter would not dare to enter the forest alone, let alone a weak person with no experience in wild survival?This is clearly a death sentence for Wu Zhijing!

But Wu Zhijing laughed when he heard the words, he finally didn't have to sit here to die, he could finally breathe the air outside, he finally won a sliver of hope!Even if he can't escape this catastrophe, then following his father away, the father and son will have a caretaker on the way to Huangquan, isn't it also a kind of fulfillment?

However, this weird smile was not seen by Wu Yun, he was so angry that he threw up his sleeves and left.If you can't get it, you have to destroy it!

Ten days later, the Central Plains court received a gift from Ximan, which contained Wu Zhijing's clothes, and an accompanying letter with only one line of bad wording. As the price, our country and your court swore to be at odds.

This letter, which looked like a child throwing a temper tantrum, made the little emperor panic, and even the whole court was filled with an atmosphere of panic.

A minister suddenly mentioned, God of War!Son of God of War!

Uproar.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty looked at each other and discussed one after another, but no one knew where the son was now.

When God of War became famous in the first battle, the old emperor was afraid that his soldiers would rebel against him, so he left his wife and children in the capital as hostages.After the death of the God of War, the meaning of being a hostage was gone, and the person who was sent to monitor also withdrew his job. After that, the son of the God of War disappeared as if he disappeared from the world.

In today's vast crowd, how do you find someone whose life or death is unknown?

This group of incompetent officials lost their direction like headless chickens as soon as the pillars fell. They would rather pin their hopes on such illusory things than take up this burden and ask themselves to guard the border to resist foreign enemies.

This side is looking for the son of God of War, looking for Dehuan, and Liangzhou City is also looking for someone, but they are looking for three people.