When A Si heard this, his face full of impatience grew a little bit of fear, snorted, and turned away.
After a while, there were footsteps outside. Gradually, a figure came to this side and walked to the railing. It was a figure of a person, a face, and it was the face that he was most familiar with-Tengbao.
"You tell me."
Tengbao swallowed and looked at the face exactly like himself: "You tell me, what's the matter? Let me die, why do you pretend to be me and let me pretend to be Yuan Chonghuan."
"Hehe."
Several prisoners in the opposite cell sneered when he heard this.
That Tengbao didn't say much, he just looked at Tengbao quietly, the expression on his face didn't move, and he said: "I don't know what you are talking about, it's really weird."
His voice is very hoarse, like a hoarse voice from a cold. However, according to Tengbao's judgment, it is obviously not his own voice. Does he still recognize his own voice? What a joke!
"Why on earth are you pretending to be me?"
Tengbao was almost crazy and swayed the railing continuously: "You bastards, you ungrateful things, obviously I am helping you, you actually let me suffer, you bastards!"
The Tengbao didn't say much, he only stared at the frantic Tengbao with his back on his back. For a long while, taking advantage of Tengbao's enough cursing and panting, he sighed, stretched out his hand and flicked his official uniform, and said:" Yuan Chonghuan, you have been wronged, I can understand it, but you can't get confused because of this. I am obviously Prison Steinbao, how could you be Tengbao."
Tengbao cursed for a long time, and had no strength to refute, he just sat decadently on the grass, staring at the Tengbao hopelessly.
"Okay, I'm leaving, you can do it yourself." The Tengbaopi bowed without a smile and turned away.
"Master Ren—"
Tengbao called the railing in despair.
The Tengbao looked back.
"Can you tell me the truth?" whispered, I promise that I won't make trouble again, and I am willing to suffer thousands of swords." Teng Bao said weakly, tears snaking down: "I am kind to help you, you let me die. Understand it!"
The moon's stars are sparse, and the reflection on the windowsill is a little bright.
Standing in front of the window, Tengbao took off his belt little by little, hung it on the froze on the window, tied a buckle, staring at the lanyard in a daze.
In fact, the prisoners of Lingchi will have suicidal thoughts. In order to prevent this, the yamen specially stipulated that if you commit suicide, your family members will be used as compensation. It is for this reason that prisoners sentenced to Lingchi rarely advance in advance. Suicide—I died, it's not easy to kill his family anymore. However, Tengbao is not afraid. He died as Yuan Chonghuan now. It is unfortunate that it is also the Yuan family. He can take care of this.
When thinking of this, Tengbao sighed, pulled the noose hard, and closed his eyes.
Life is in troubled times, in fact, it is normal to be unpredictable, but people have to do it as a last resort, and what is it for yourself? Did you make it yourself
Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, stood on tiptoe, hung his neck into the noose, closed his eyes, and was about to raise his foot viciously to commit suicide. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps outside, and soon the door sounded. Tengbao turned his head in surprise and saw Yuan Chonghuan walking in with a few men in black.
"You... Yuan Chonghuan!" Tengbao dropped the noose and looked at Yuan Chonghuan angrily. He suddenly remembered something. He looked at the opposite cell and saw that several prisoners in the cell had already fallen asleep. Without noticing everything, he couldn't help but frown and said, "What are you doing again?"
Yuan Chonghuan smiled slightly and said to the people behind him: "Let him go?"
"Supervisor."
The man in black behind seemed very upset, and said angrily: "Why?"
"I said let it go." Yuan Chonghuan reprimanded a bit in his tone: "He was kind to save me, but you dug a hole and let him fall. How did this make it?"
"Yes." Hearing this, Tengbao shed tears aggrieved: "You are too unjust, this is not decapitating, this is Ling Chi, you... you... ooh."
"How to be like a woman." The man in black rolled his eyes behind him.
"Quickly solve him." Yuan Chonghuan's tone was already a bit angry.
The man in black had no choice but to walk over, holding a veil, walked to Tengbao's eyes, grabbed his clothes and wiped it hard, the human skin on Tengbao's face fell like mud.
"Okay." The man in black put the veil in his arms and said: "Your potion is wiped clean."
"Sure enough, it's your ghost." Tengbao said angrily.
Hearing this, the man in black said hey without saying much, and retreated behind Yuan Chonghuan.
"You go out." Yuan Chonghuan waved to the people in black.
"Supervisor..." The people in black seemed to hesitate and said, "This..."
"Hurry up." Yuan Chonghuan's face fell gloomy, frowned, his expression very unhappy.
The people in black looked at each other.
"Supervisor, we really don't understand why you are like this." The man in black seemed to make up his mind and gritted his teeth: "Why are you? You can escape, but you run back desperately."
"Tengbao is innocent." Yuan Chonghuan replied with a black face.
The people in black seemed to have heard the ridiculous words, and they all laughed.
"Supervisor, you have killed thousands of people in Liaodong, do you still care about this one?" The black man in the lead said dissatisfiedly: "Don't talk about a little prison history, what about the real Dali Temple?"
"But this is Kyoto, not Liaodong." Yuan Chonghuan said this, seemingly sad, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the black man; "You take it back and give it to the ancestors, don't worry about the others."
"Then... What about him?" The man in black pointed to Tengbao.
"He, I arrange it freely." Yuan Chonghuan waved his hand and said, "Go."
"But Minger..." The man in black seemed to be uncompromising.
"Don't come, don't read, Zu Dashou will understand." After Yuan Chonghuan said, his voice was almost choked, he sniffed, and said: "That's it, go quickly." He said, pushing them out the door. "Papa" closed the cell door.
Several people in black stood stiff at the cell door. Seeing Yuan Chonghuan turned his back, they didn't seem to want to see them. They looked at each other, knelt down and knocked three heads together, got up and exited.
"Yuan Chonghuan, what the hell are you doing?"
Because he just got rid of the mask, Teng Bao took a long sigh, as if he was afraid of being dropped by Yuan Chonghuan again, standing by the door, ready to run away at any time.
Yuan Chonghuan did not fight. He stared at the bright moon outside the window with his hands behind his back. For a long while, he looked back at Tengbao and saw Tengbao panicked like a mouse, and smiled slightly: "Are you scared?"
"Of course." Tengbao thought of the day-to-day experience, more terrifying than traveling through the ghost gates!
"I'm sorry." Yuan Chonghuan walked to Tengbao and bowed and said: "Thank you, Xiaoyou Ren, Yuan Mou didn't pay for it, it can only be done like this."
"That... that... nothing."
Tengbao was said by Yuan Chonghuan, slightly impressive, and waved his hand: "No, I... I can't say, I ask, why are you so cheating on me."
Yuan Chonghuan let out a hey, walked to the window, sat down cross-legged, pointed at the baggage on the ground and said, "Sit, change your clothes."