Inside the dungeon.
The cell where Jiang Yuesheng was held was a special cell.
The cell was very clean, and there was no smell or cockroaches at all. The difference is that the walls around the cell are covered with a layer of golden velvet cushions. At first glance, it seems to be for warmth, but if you look closely, you will find that it is to prevent the detainees in the cell from hitting the wall and committing suicide.
The cell was very empty, so empty that there was only a thin old man sitting on the ground, staring at the bricks and stones under his feet in a daze.
Jiang Yuesheng is old, this is something that many people know.
But for many people, especially those who have seen Jiang Yuesheng's demeanor when he was young, Jiang Yuesheng in their hearts must be a different old man even if he is old. He is sure that he can eat a bucket of rice and ten catties of meat for a meal. He puts on his armor and mounts a horse, draws his bow and shoots at the moon.
That year, Jiang Yuesheng won the battle, lifted the crisis in Southern Chu, and saved the people from fire and water.
On the day of his triumphant return, the ten-mile lotus was as red as a flame, and the tall horse passed through the cheering crowd. The most handsome girl in the brothel will also fall for him. The famous girl plays music in the street, and the melodious and melodious sound of the piano floats into the distant blue sky. Jiang Yuesheng was no longer young at that time, but the halo of a hero made him look heroic and extraordinary.
At that time, who would have thought that his end would be like this
"It's time for dinner, old general."
A call came from the guard outside the door, but Jiang Yuesheng, who was sitting on the ground, did not move at all. The people outside were quite used to it, they skillfully opened the lunch box, and brought a few condemned prisoners over to test the poison. The death row prisoner took the lunch box carefully, tasted every dish, and then sat beside him and waited in fear.
wait to die.
Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, an hour passed.
Several death row prisoners tremblingly got up from the ground and stretched their muscles and bones. A special guard went over to check their clothes layer by layer. After making sure that they were fine from top to bottom, they re-shackled them and sent them back to their cells.
A guard opened Jiang Yuesheng's cell door and put the food in front of the old general.
Jiang Yuesheng remained motionless.
The guard stared at him for a while. Jiang Yuesheng's hair was like weeds after frost, and there were scars from his youth on his withered arms. The guard thought for a moment, and said to him:
"There is a sentence for you from above."
The guard repeated Li De's words to Jiang Yuesheng.
Jiang Yuesheng, who hadn't responded all this time, suddenly raised his head and stared at the guard in front of him. Those eyes tended to be cloudy, the secretions from the eyes glued the corners of the eyes to the eyelashes, the pupils were gray, and the whites of the eyes were blue. Jiang Yuesheng's gaze was a little dazed at first, but then he suddenly regained consciousness, and asked the guard:
"Immortal achievement?"
The guard froze for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, but subconsciously repeated:
"That's right, it's a great achievement. It's a great achievement for Nan Chu for the old general to take a good rest here."
Jiang Yuesheng laughed.
The guard was puzzled, but still put down the lunch box and retreated. The old general's hand tremblingly reached out to the food in front of him, feeding it into his mouth bit by bit. A soft smile had been on his face for a long time, he grinned and looked at the sarcoma on his leg, and then at the scar on his chest, the pain in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a look immersed in memories Quiet and indifferent.
After dinner, Jiang Yuesheng fumbled a little with his hands on the lunch box and closed his eyes.
After a while, he raised his head and silently looked at the dark ceiling. With a strong hand, the pure copper lunch box immediately and silently shattered into sharp copper pieces all over the floor. Jiang Yuesheng gently held one of them, and with a bitter smile, he let out a long sigh:
"Twenty years... The Western Qin Dynasty has not yet been decided, the soldiers are not enough, and the gold and jade are outside, and the ruins are among them. Even if there is great credit, what is the use..."
City Lord's Mansion.
Xiang Tiange shook the teacup filled with green tea, always feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
He asked a confidant next to him:
"Xiang Zhehua has already been locked up?"
The confidant nodded.
Xiang Tiange closed his eyes and thought carefully for a while, but the boredom in his heart still couldn't be resolved, so he said:
"Put her to death. Make sure that her hands and feet are clean, and the room must be soundproof. First, gag her mouth, and then torture her. At the same time, all the rest of the people are guarding by my side. I still can't trust the other people in the city lord's mansion."
The confidant said in a low voice:
"Xiang Geling's granddaughter, do you want to use severe punishment?"
Xiang Tiange drank the tea in the cup and replied indifferently:
"Use it. I'll just take care of it if something happens. At this point, it doesn't matter if a person lives or dies. What's more, we're not working under Xiang Geling's subordinates. Saving his granddaughter's life is the limit."
The confidant said in a low voice:
"The humble job will be done here."
Not long after, there were muffled screams from the small black room. The sound of the whip slapping on the flesh, the sound of the bamboo stick being inserted into the nail, the sound of the blade cutting the cheek, some can be heard in the room, and some are inaudible. A candle is lit in a dark room, which can only illuminate a small area, and it will be blurred even further away.
The rain in Nanchu is still continuous.
The sky is getting darker and darker, getting closer and closer to the time of night.
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, Xiang Tiange frowned, stood up and paced back and forth in the room. Suddenly, a drenched man rushed in from outside, and knelt down on the ground without saying a word. Xiang Tiange suddenly realized that something was wrong, and his aura suddenly became fierce, and he shouted sharply:
"what happens?!"
The other party's voice trembled, with a faint cry:
"Jiang Yuesheng... Jiang Yuesheng is dead!!"
Xiang Tiange was struck by lightning, and the expression on his entire face instantly became ferocious.
He broke the teacup on the table, his voice was piercingly cold:
"Okay, okay! Xiang Geling's good granddaughter! Pass down the order to kill Xiang Zhehua. No... cut off her limbs, pierced her butterfly bone, and send it to me! At the same time, order to shut down the whole city , block the news, and absolutely not let outsiders know! In addition, the whole city hunts for Li De, tell the assassins in Yutai Mountain, kill Li De, and the bounty will be doubled!"
The person kneeling there not only did not get up, but buried his head even lower.
His eyes became more and more terrified, his voice became more and more painful, and there was confusion and fear in his voice:
"My lord... No one entered the cell. No one entered the cell... Jiang Yuesheng... Jiang Yuesheng committed suicide! There was blood everywhere, but he just kept silent. It was too late when our people found out... The gold velvet cushions on the four walls of the cell... were all stained red... There was no sign of Lid at all!"
Xiang Tiange froze there.
After a while, he woke up suddenly and shouted loudly:
"Go! Everyone, follow me to the place where Xiang Zhehua is being held!"