"How many days have you been in?" Seeing that he was going crazy with anger, Wen Chan hurriedly tried to divert his attention.
As soon as the question was changed, Zhong Wenjin's emotions really came and went quickly, and he calmed down slowly, "It's been four days, or five days, I don't remember clearly."
"You've been here for so long, why don't you want to escape? Besides, you still rob other people's steamed buns to eat. After all, you are a young master, so why did you become a robber?" Wen Chan wanted to preach, which made Zhong Wenjin somewhat feel guilt.
Unexpectedly, he became angry again, glared at the thin man who was crying and sneered, "That's what he deserves! It's kind of me not to beat him up today, but he spit on my two steamed buns yesterday."
"Did you eat that steamed bun?" Wen Chan couldn't believe it.
"How could I eat such disgusting saliva!" Zhong Wenjin was extremely disgusted, his handsome face almost wrinkled into a folding fan.
Wen Chan felt that Zhong Wenjin should have never been wronged so much since he was born. In the past, in the capital, he was like a crab who walked sideways. No matter who was bullied by him, he would knock out his teeth and swallow it. They are all shouting and hugging, not because of anything else, but because he is the Zhong family, and he is also the son of the Zhong family.
But now, he is dirty and messy, working as a coolie under the scorching sun during the day, and going to other people to grab steamed buns at night, but he has nothing to show except disgust and disgust.
"He eats two of you, and you steal one from him. It's barely even." Wen Chan sighed. Sure enough, there are many things in this world that cannot be judged by what you see.
Looking at the scene just now, Zhong Wenjin is a hooligan who bullies the weak, but once he knows the inside story, Zhong Wenjin is so innocent.
"Heh, eat two of my steamed buns? He thinks beautifully!" Zhong Wenjin's mouth was slanted, and he said disdainfully, "I threw the steamed buns on the ground and trampled them to pieces. Not only did he not eat anything, but he also suffered from me Beat it, bah!"
After speaking, he raised his head proudly.
Wen Chan "..." he said in his heart, I take back my thoughts just now, Zhong Wenjin is a hooligan, not innocent at all.
He took two steamed buns from the calligraphy and painting hands, handed one to Zhong Wenjin, and said in a low voice, "Fill your stomach first, and if we escape tomorrow, you will come with us."
How can I say that Zhong Wenjin is also the little treasure of the Zhong family, and he cannot be allowed to suffer here, not to mention that he is still a soldier who is loyal to the Wen family under the national calamity.
After going out, Wen Chan tried to persuade him to return to the capital. In his previous life, Zhong Wenjin died at the hands of the leader of the Demon Cult, and no matter what he said, he could not make the same mistakes again. Although he couldn't figure out why Zhong Wenjin came to May Island at this time.
Zhong Wenjin didn't reject Wen Chan's kindness, quickly ate up the steamed buns, chatted with him a few words, and then fell asleep leaning against the iron pillar. He seemed to be exhausted all day, and he snored as soon as he closed his eyes, exhausted to the extreme.
After Wen Chan ate a steamed bun, he didn't eat any more, and left the rest to Ah Fu and the three of them. After taking them to eat, Qinqi, calligraphy and painting took off their coats and gave Wen Chan a cushion to lie on. To sleep, Wen Chan pushed twice, but they persisted before lying down.
After Wen Chan's breathing stabilized, they closed their eyes and rested around Wen Chan.
Soon there was no sound in the cell. As prisoners who were also captured, no one was in the mood to chat and play. The cell was ventilated on all sides, and fortunately it was summer in June, so it wasn't too cold at night, but Wen Chan hadn't slept on such a hard surface for many years, so it was inevitable that he couldn't sleep well.
As soon as it was dawn, the bandit knocked on the iron pillar with a stick, "Get up! Work!"
The people in the prison were like frightened birds. They sat up in fright when they heard the sound. After the bandits opened the door, they lined up to go out. Zhong Wenjin was obviously used to it, he forced himself to stand up and followed the crowd with a dark face.
Wen Chan and the others also went out, but they were stopped by bandits at the door. He scanned the four of them and said in a rough voice, "You guys follow me!"
Wen Chan paused for a while, then turned and followed the bandit.
Walking all the way, he found that the village was indeed burned badly, and many places were burned to ashes. There were almost no women in the village, and they were all rough men and captured coolies.
The bandit led Wen Chan up to a slightly higher place, where there was a seat carved out of stone, covered with something glistening like snakeskin, and rough wooden frames were placed on both sides of the stone seat into a cauldron.
At this time, the bandit leader was standing by one of the braziers.
"Boss, someone brought it here." The little bandit called out.
He turned around, with a smile on his simple and honest face, and said to Wen Chan, "I have prepared new clothes for you, and you can go to work after you change."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and someone walked up to Wen Chan with his clothes in his hands. Wen Chan asked, "Now? Here?"
"What are you afraid of? There are no women here." The leader of the bandits pulled out an ambiguous smile, full of ridicule, and the bandits around him looked even more presumptuously, sweeping Wen Chan back and forth.
Wen Chan didn't care about these things, but he had something under his shirt that no one could see. If these bandits found out, things might happen to him.
What was so scary, the bandit leader squirmed when he saw Wen Chan, "Is there any treasure you have hidden on your body?! Find it for me!"
As soon as the bandits around him heard the order, they moved their hands aggressively, but before their fingers touched Wen Chan, they were kicked away by Shuhua, and rolled several times on the ground, wailing, Shuhua's expression was cold, "Don't even think about touching my son!"
"You're not timid, I wanted to save your life, and you are looking for death!" The bandit leader was furious, shouted sharply, pulled out a large saber from under the stone seat, and rushed towards the calligraphy and painting's head.
The surroundings suddenly became a mess, the calligraphy and painting were hostile to the bandit leader wielding a big saber, but the piano and chess circled behind Wen Chan, forming two sides with the calligraphy and painting to protect Wen Chan.
Ah Fu didn't know martial arts, but he stretched out his arms to protect Wen Chan, his eyes rolled quickly, looking for a place to escape.
Seeing that they had disagreed and fought, Wen Chan suddenly felt bad. He had no weapons in his hands, and it was difficult to fight against so many bandits. What's more, he had to protect himself and Ah Fu at all times. If he fought like this, he would definitely be injured.
Zhong Wenjin, who was working as a coolie below, saw Wen Chan and others fighting above, and thought it was a signal to escape, so he swung the long wooden plank he was holding in his arms, and slapped the bandit standing beside him fiercely, The bandit was knocked unconscious with just one blow, Zhong Wenjin snatched the broadsword in his hand, and swung it towards Wen Chan.
"Stop, stop!" Wen Chan yelled at the top of his voice, and shouted to the bandit leader, "Didn't you want us to change our clothes? Let's do it!"
It just so happened that the bandit leader got punched by calligraphy and painting, felt his ears ringing, his lungs were crushed, and blood gushed out of his throat. He immediately understood that this man had a lot of internal strength. After hearing Wen Chan's words, he stepped back a few steps and slammed his big saber, "Everyone stop!"
Wen Chan yelled to stop, and the bandit leader also yelled to stop, and the struggle stopped in an instant. The piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting can hurt people with bare hands, so they didn't dare to approach for a while.
Only Zhong Wenjin, who didn't know it, was still waving a big knife, "Whoa, whoa, whoa—"
Wen Chan unbuttoned his coat, revealing his snow-white coat. He reached into the cloth bag in front of his chest, took out a white jade tablet, and handed it forward, "This is it."
The bandit leader still felt dizzy, and tried his best to hold on, and winked at the people around him, telling him to take the jade plaque.
The jade tablet is only the size of the palm of your hand, and there are cloud patterns in the snow-white. The edge of the jade tablet is inlaid with shining gold threads. On the top is a small bead and a short golden cord, and on the bottom is a slightly larger one. Beads, with golden tassels hanging down, and the jade body glowing with a warm and flawless light, it is a luxurious treasure at first glance.
The bandit leader closed his eyes and took a closer look, only to see the auspicious cloud pattern engraved on the front of the jade tablet, with three big characters in the middle - His Highness Nine.
A bad premonition surged in his heart, and he quickly turned over the jade tablet. On the back, there was a circle engraved in the center, with gold wire embossed on the edge, and in the middle there was only one character composed of gold wire—Huang.
The bandit leader who had read a few books suddenly felt his knees go limp, and he almost fell to his knees. Even if he broke his head, he would never have imagined that such a prince would appear before him on May Island, which is thousands of miles away from the capital. on the territory of.
Bandits dare to fight against the government, but they dare not fight against the imperial power.
In an instant, he felt that the jade tablet in his hand was like burning iron, and it made him tremble all over.
The bandit boy's boss stared at the jade plaque with his eyes wide open, and didn't dare to ask without authorization, but Wen Chan couldn't help being surprised when he saw his reaction: I didn't expect to be a literate bandit.
Just at this time, a person came running suddenly, shouting mournfully, "Big brother! Big brother! Something is wrong!"
The originally frozen scene loosened, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see the bandit previously called Erpi rushing over, with a terrified expression, and a lot of snot and tears streaming down his face.
Before the bandit leader could say anything, a scarlet figure suddenly appeared, as if floating down from the sky, his robe fluttered like a fright, and his long hair fluttered on Erpi's shoulders while he was running. He cried out as if he couldn't bear the force, and fell to the ground.
The visitor was dressed in red like a begonia, bounded with gold thread, and had long hair like ebony, secured by white hairpins. The flirtatious color complemented his fair skin. He wore a pair of black brocade boots with silver patterns on his feet, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and his eyes were like stars.
There was a smile like the spring breeze blowing willows on the handsome face, and the moment his eyes touched Wen Chan, the eyebrows were slightly raised to reveal a little surprise, as if it was a romantic charm, peerless.
As the saying goes, when the spring breeze blows on a handsome face, the young man is absolutely stunning.
After seeing the handsome face of the visitor clearly, Wen Chan's heartbeat started beating crazily as if he had been hit hard by someone, his whole body was hot and hot, and his originally calm face could not hide any expression at this time. The overwhelming astonishment struck, not because of anything else, but because the handsome young man who fell from the sky in front of him was someone he thought he would never see again——Liang Yanbei.
The warm wind picked up, and the red clothes and black hair fluttered gently. Liang Yanbei's surprised expression flashed past. The long sword held in his right hand drew out a sword flower, his red lips curved into a smile, and his black eyes stared at Wen Chan. , shimmering, "It seems that we are really destined, Your Highness the Ninth Prince."