Wen Chan carried a heavy wooden barrel and walked on the brightly lit brick road.
The wooden bucket was full of water, so he was lifting it with great effort, and the sound of his footsteps was a little abrupt in the silent environment.
In order not to spill the water in the bucket, Wen Chan walked very slowly.
At the end of the road, an iron prison appeared in front of him, and he walked to the iron railing and stood still.
There was a weak light burning in the prison, probably because the snow was melting, the surroundings were thick with damp, and there was a strange smell that made people disgusted.
Wen Chan took a look into the prison, and saw that the person inside was sleeping curled up, so he involuntarily picked up the bucket and splashed it hard on the person.
At any rate, the water he had worked so hard to bring was of great use. The ice-cold water from the snow melted all over the sleeping man, dragging him out of his dream at once.
He was jumped up by the sudden chill, and his whole body was splashed thoroughly. The ice water swept over his whole body in an instant, and his bones felt cold.
He wiped the water from his hair and face, and glared at Wen Chan, with blue veins on his forehead.
"Zhong Wenting." Wen Chan smiled lightly, "How does it feel?"
The prisoner was Zhong Wenting, who was sentenced to death. His clothes were so dirty that he couldn't see the color, and there were blood-red whip marks on his chest and back. He looked in a mess.
But those eyes were very energetic, full of hatred and resentment, staring at Wen Chan firmly.
Wen Chan was not afraid at all, put down the barrel, patted his sleeves, "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, you yourself didn't expect to lose so quickly, did you?"
Zhong Wenting sneered, "Wen Chan, what are you proud of? It's just relying on Liang Yanbei."
"Yes, I rely on him." Wen Chan admitted generously, "In the previous life, I relied on him to drive you thieves from the throne, and I relied on him to kill you all. Relying on him to win you, but so what, Liang Yanbei is on my side, what can you do?"
"Do you know? In my previous life, after I took back the imperial power, I hung the heads of your Zhong family neatly on the gate of the capital." Wen Chan smiled cruelly, "I was scolded by thousands of people every day and exposed to the sun every day. Every commoner who passes under your heads will praise me, it is thanks to you that I can change from a useless prince to an emperor supported by Xiliang."
Hearing this, Zhong Wenting's face turned blood quickly, and with an angry expression on his face, he slammed into the iron railing with a roar, his hands stretched out from the gap, and his filthy hands wanted to grab Wen Chan's neck, but the distance was not enough.
Wen Chan looked at him coldly, and continued, "Most of those heads were chopped off by Zhong Wenjin himself. Look at your good brother, he is much better than you."
Before he came here, he had thought about it, if he wanted Zhong Wenting to fall into extreme emotions, he had to think from his point of view first, it would not work to quarrel with him with reason.
What Wen Chan wanted was for him to be extremely unwilling and hated, yet feel helpless and powerless to do anything, and then hate until he gnashed his teeth, and was so angry that he vomited blood to death. Only then would Wen Chan feel more at ease.
Sure enough, as soon as Zhong Wenjin was mentioned, Zhong Wenting went crazy, his eyes were tearing apart, "Zhong Wenjin, Zhong Wenjin!"
Wen Chan struck while the iron was hot, "Speaking of which, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have known you were reborn too. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid you were the assassin who wanted to kill me in the woods on the night of the New Year's banquet, right? It's so dangerous. Waiting for you to die After that, I will take a jug of wine to thank him properly."
"It's him again! It's him again!" Zhong Wenting gripped the iron railing tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, his eyes were bloody red, and he was furious, "This trash who only knows how to eat, drink and play, the Zhong family raised him for nothing. Ten years! I should have poisoned him if I had known earlier!"
"Why did Zhong Wenjin betray the Zhong family, you don't know it?" He sneered.
"Why? It's just because of a Xie family member who has no blood relationship. He is sick and has unreasonable thoughts about Xie Zhaoxue. We tried our best to kill Xie Zhaoxue for his own good, but what about him? Because of this betrayal of our flesh and blood relatives! He is the most damned!"
Zhong Wenting was like an irritated vicious dog, with a rough hiss from his throat, "What are you, a fish that slipped through the net, a waste of life, why dare to fight against my Zhong family, Xiliang is handed over to Zhong Wenting." Home, only then can we reach the peak of true prosperity!"
Wen Chan was horrified when he heard what he said. He only knew that Xie Zhaoxue died in battle in his previous life, but he didn't expect that Xie Zhaoxue was killed by the Zhong family.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Xie Zhaoxue was able to be murdered by the Zhong family even in the frontier thousands of miles away.
And Zhong Wenjin had special feelings for Xie Zhaoxue, so he turned against Zhong's family in a fit of anger.
Although Wen Chan knew that this was not the whole reason why Zhong Wenjin betrayed the Zhong family, it must be the main reason, so after Xie Zhaoxue died, Zhong Wenjin became a lunatic.
But he later obviously married Ding Ziyun. After Zhong Wenjin died, Wen Chan once regretted that he failed to leave Ding Ziyun with a son and a half daughter.
At that time, Wen Chan was still on the verge of collapse, and he had no time to get to know him at all. Now when I recall it, I found that the impression of Zhong Wenjin was always that he was a lunatic, and everything else was very vague.
Could it be that there is something else hidden? What did Zhong Wenjin in his previous life think? What have you experienced
Now is not the time to ponder these things, Wen Chan suppressed those thoughts, and counterattacked Zhong Wenting, "But you still lost to me, a piece of trash. After you die, Xiliang will be in my hands, and it will be several times more prosperous than it is now. The Zhong family only brought nightmares to the people of the capital."
What Wen Chan said is not adulterated at all. He is not a good husband, nor a good father, nor even a good brother, but as an emperor, he does his duty and devotes himself to it.
If you classify the life after becoming emperor, it can be counted as two parts, one is missing Liang Yanbei, and the other is dealing with state affairs.
"You have destroyed the original tranquility of Xiliang, turned the capital into a place of Shura, and looked back at the piles of bones piled up behind you, and the innocent people who were tortured and killed by you..." Wen Chan lowered his voice, with incomparable joy , "Zhong Wenting, do you know why you lost now?"
Zhong Wenting laughed loudly, his face distorted, "A great event must be sacrificed, for the sake of more Xiliang people, what is it to sacrifice those people?"
Wen Chan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he also laughed out loud, his mouth closed from ear to ear, and he laughed extremely happily. His voice echoed in the entire iron prison, and spread out layer by layer.
Seeing his appearance, Zhong Wenting stopped smiling instead, and looked at him coldly. When Wen Chan got tired of laughing, he asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Chan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a breath, and said, "Fortunately, all of your Zhong family members are dead. When I think of this, I laugh out loud."
Zhong Wenting was furious, his teeth were gritted, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, but he couldn't find a reason to refute, so he could only say, "Zhong Wenjin did not hesitate to betray us because of you Wen, and in the end he had to say something like you? Wen Chan, You are not a good thing either."
Wen Chan smiled and shook his head, "Zhong Wenjin swore on the day he joined our alliance that he changed his surname to Xie to help the Wen family restore the imperial power. If we don't kill all the rebels of the Zhong family, we will not enter reincarnation even if we die."
"Zhong Wenting, when your Zhong family took up the blade and stabbed innocent people, you were doomed to lose." Wen Chan's smile did not fade, but it was cold, "No matter how many times you do it again, the final result will be the same. "
"I'm the one who has the last laugh." Wen Chan said.
After he finished speaking, he carried the wooden bucket and planned to leave, but after walking two steps, he felt that the wooden bucket was too heavy, so he threw it aside casually. Presumably, even if someone found him pouring water on Zhong Wenting, they would not dare to blame him.
After angering Zhong Wenting, Wen Chan planned to walk away, but Zhong Wenting's words stopped him.
"Wen Chan? You are too happy."
His voice was extremely gloomy and threatening.
Wen Chan turned back to look at him, and saw a sinister smile on his face, which didn't match the embarrassment of his whole body, "Do you think you won if you used a small trick?"
"You mean you want me to wait until your head falls to the ground before laughing?" Wen Chan asked back.
"You can't wait for that day." Zhong Wenting said with a wonderful confidence, he took a step forward and pressed his face against the iron railing, staring at him, "Just wait, I will definitely not let you go! "
Wen Chan looked at him expressionlessly, as if turning a blind eye to his threat, at the end, You smiled at him, turned and left.
After leaving the iron prison, Ah Fu quickly came up to him, "Your Highness, why bother to meet that criminal minister in person, the prison is very cold and damp, so you can't hurt your body!"
Wen Chan waved his hand to signal him to shut up, wrapped his cloak tightly around his body, and stepped on a row of snowy footprints with a dignified look on his face.
Seeing Zhong Wenting's confident appearance just now, he felt a little uneasy.
As a special criminal, Zhong Wenting was locked in this independent iron prison. There were so many guards, and he couldn't escape at all. He could only wait for execution. It was very strange that he could still say such words when he was clearly dying.
Perhaps, if we can't wait for the execution, we should send him on the road ahead of time.
Wen Chan walked while thinking, and his pace inevitably became faster. Ah Fu chased after him very hard. He originally wanted to tell him something, but he forgot about this chase.
After Wen Chan left the iron prison, Zhong Wenting couldn't hold back the biting coldness all over his body, and sat powerlessly on the ground. The water droplets on the tips of his hair flowed down and merged with the puddles under him. He shivered and bit his teeth. Clenched teeth endured.
I don't know what I thought of, the hatred on my face became more and more intense, until the whites of my eyes were covered with red blood, and I looked terrible.
Just when he was lost in thought, the sound of footsteps echoed in the prison again, neither light nor heavy, from far to near.
Zhong Wenting thought it was Wen Chan who came back, but he didn't bother to stand up, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, until they stopped in front of Zhong Wenting, a scarlet cloak was pressed under the silver fur, and a pair of black brocade boots appeared in front of him.
Zhong Wenting raised his gaze upwards, his eyes slid over the delicate texture embroidered with gold thread on the cloak, followed the visitor's snow-white neck upwards, and finally saw Zhang's peerless face.
This face is deeply embedded in Zhong Wenting's bones, firmly nailed to the word fear, the smile on his face froze, his eyes suddenly widened, full of horror, and he moved back quickly with hands and feet.
Seeing his appearance, the people in front of the prison tilted their heads slightly, revealing an extremely handsome smile.