Chapter 552 The Emperor of Dongshou

Seeing that the young man had eaten, the old man also scooped a bowl for himself, then knocked on the wooden barrel and said softly: "Come on."

Then some people lined up and took a bowl from the table, served them with both hands in front of the old man, and said respectfully: "I'll be my husband."

The old man nodded reservedly, then scooped a bowl from the bucket and served it for the man, and waited for the man to say, "Thank you husband." Then he looked at the next one.

Each of these people served a bowl and crouched or stood in the house in scattered mouthfuls, savoring small bites... Although they were hungry, they had too few things, so they would be even hungry if they didn't.

As for the chance to add porridge, it is usually very difficult to have. It is often the last one, and it is often not even a bowl.

The wooden barrel was empty, and it was not the turn of the first bowl to hold an empty bowl. So the old man took the bowl and scraped the remaining porridge in the wall of the barrel, asked the boy to scoop a scoop of water from the water jar and poured it in. He stirred it with his hands and put it in the bowl and whispered: "Here, go and eat."

The prisoner sighed, took the porridge like a pot of water, and retreated in disgrace.

After soothing his sore arms, the old man slowly sat down and began to enjoy his equally thin bowl. His lifelong intrigue made him very clear that although he was originally high and powerful, he was completely different from the room, in this foreign cell, everything he said was useful and useful, and it was useless. In order to stabilize his position, in addition to borrowing the identity of the young man, he also had to use this method to strengthen his authority.

Otherwise, with this old and disabled body, how could he be bullied?

The night is dark, without a trace of wind or star, making people feel so depressed that they can't breathe.

Only two streets away from the prison cells where the prisoners lived, was a large yard with four depths. There were no people in the yard. Only a few pissed lanterns were lit in the innermost yard, barely illuminating the flowers and plants around the corridor, and a path paved with bluestone.

Rusty footsteps came from behind the rockery. A servant in green clothes beat a yellow lantern with the word "Liu" on it, leading the way for a man in a silk shirt behind him. The light was dark and the man could not see clearly, but his figure seemed to be Wu Zhao who was taken away by Liu Shou Ge in the afternoon.

The servant took him along the path into the corridor, walked along the corridor to outside the room with lights on, then stopped and knocked on the door: "Master, Mr. Wu has brought it." It seems that the man was indeed Wu Zhao.

"Come on your behalf." A bold voice came from inside, and then the door opened, revealing Liu Shoujie's big purple face: "Mr. Wu, come in quickly."

With the bright lights in the house, Wu Zhao saw that Liu Shoujie had removed the mud-stained clothing and put on a long-clad robe that was popular in Qiguo and a sleeveless short jacket. The material was silky and had a long-lasting pattern on it, which looked expensive.

Looking at Liu Shoujie's head, there was a blue satin scarf worn by a scholar. Coupled with his old face with a ravine look, it looked incongruous. His breath twitched slightly, and Wu Zhao also smelled a strange smell, as if he hadn't taken a bath for many years, but he was incense on his body, which made the four words "bathing with a monkey" appear in his heart, and the contempt was great.

He looked at Liu Shoubei, who was also looking at him. Then he saw that Wu Zhao had already taken a shower and changed into a clean cloth robe. He was immediately completely different from the desolate look in the afternoon. Although there was a hint of bruises on his face, his neck looked even more white and his face looked like a warm jade.

Look at the pair of love-twist eyes, two seductive willow-leaf eyebrows, and three wisps of elegant and romantic beards. It turns out that the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the characters are romantic. It is really wonderful!

Liu Shoubei couldn't help but move his index finger, and his heart shook: 'Although he is a little older, he is still tender and smooth and lovely, and he is definitely the best in the world.' He suddenly felt that he had met too late, and bowed to Wu Zhao for the third time and invited him: "Mr. Wu asked..." It can be seen how impatient he was.

He nodded to Liu Shoubei. Seeing the courtesy, Wu Zhao gently lifted his front and stepped into the room. However, seeing the behavior of Yunyan Fengshu was not comparable to Liu Shoubei's rough behavior, but he was even more fond of love.

Eight butter headlights were lit in the room, making the huge room bright like daylight, and also allowing Wu Zhao to see every decoration in the room clearly. But there were some unknown origin hanging on the four walls, basically the same level as Qin Xiaowu. However, they were framed like Liu Shoujie's treasure and hung all over the wall.

Below the calligraphy and paintings are long tables along the wall, with high and low porcelain bottles, copper jars, silver pots, and gold cups, which are incredibly of quality. In Wu Zhao's opinion, the most valuable one is the third copper pot from the left, which is probably the...stic pot used by the Tang Dynasty palace.

Seeing Liu Shoujie put the pot on the table, Wu Zhao couldn't help but lose his appetite. He quickly turned his eyes to the ground, but saw the colorful carpet on the ground, which was simply vulgar. He raised his eyes and saw that there were pink women's clothes on the bed, which seemed to be thrown by the female family members here.

‘What kind of state is this?’ Wu Zhao couldn’t help but lament in his heart: ‘The decorations alone can make people have the urge to commit suicide. I don’t know how this guy practices?’

Seeing him looking around, Liu Shoubei only said that he was overwhelmed by the decorations in the room, and couldn't help but say proudly: "Mr. Wu, how do you think about his taste?"

With a "Oh" sound, Wu Zhao actually started to retching in depression... Fortunately, he had not been able to spit out any rice since noon.

Liu Shoubei felt good about himself, otherwise he would not have insisted that he should be a 'guard'. Seeing Wu Zhao's snot and tears flowing out, Liu Shoubei was not angry but happy. He grabbed Wu Zhao's hand, dragged him to the table and sat down, laughed and said, "Don't be excited. If you like it, this room will be yours in the future." But he sighed in his heart: 'So soft...' He couldn't help but feel itchy and scratched his palm.

Wu Zhao wanted to pull out his hand, but the man's hand was like a pliers and could not be shaken off at all. He was afraid that he would annoy the reckless man with force. He just wanted to endure the disgust and let him hold it.

Fortunately, Liu Shoujie held it for a while, then returned to the main seat and sat down. He looked at him with a smile under the light, and laughed and said, "Serve the food, I want to welcome Mr. Wu."

The servants who had been waiting in the ear room brought the wine and food like running water. They saw steamed, fried, fried, fried, stewed, pork trotters, lamb legs, roast chicken and roast duck, all of which were greasy and meaty, and fatty.

After a while, seven plates and eight bowls were placed on the table. Liu Shoubei took a jar of wine and slapped off the mud seal. A strong aroma of wine surged out. He sniffed and sniffed greedily: "The authentic Yellow River Daqu, the old Xu family in Jinan City is dedicated to the inner court. You need five taels of silver to buy such a small jar," he showed off: "You have to have a way to buy it. If it were someone else, even if you have silver, it would be useless."

Wu Zhao was extremely unfamiliar with drinking. When he smelled the smell of wine, he frowned and laughed dryly, "Since that's the case, you can drink it yourself."

Liu Shoubei shook his head and said, "Do you look down on people like this? How can we Qilu men benefit from good things?" As he said that, he filled himself with a bowl first, and then poured wine into the porcelain bowl in front of Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao thought the porcelain bowl in front of him was for rice, but who knew it was a wine utensil. He couldn't help but sweat and stammered: "Just... even if you want to drink it... you should use a cup."

Liu Shoubei liked to see his squeamish look, and immediately smiled and said, "We Qilu heroes are talking about drinking big gulps and eating big pieces of meat, so you can enjoy it!" As he said that, he held Wu Zhao's hand and continued to pour the wine, saying, "Don't you scholars say "After the customs when you enter the village"?"

"It's about following the customs..." Wu Zhao couldn't help but correct his words.

"Is it pedantic?" Liu Shoubei smiled and said with a smile: "We are Wushan Village, of course we are just like the village."

Without a trace, he pulled out his hand and wiped the foam on his face. Wu Zhao decided not to be as familiar with this vulgar person anymore. He sighed in his heart: "Forget it, let's talk to him, who makes the situation stronger than others." Being able to bend and stretch has always been his characteristic.

Seeing that Wu Zhao stopped talking, Liu Shoubei thought he had been persuaded, so he happily raised the bowl and said, "You are the saying "I am destined to meet thousands of miles away". Today we can drink on the same table, which is the fate of you and me. The fate is as great as the heavens. If you don't drink, you won't go back and you won't be drunk, you will be sorry for the lights of such a bright light!"

Turning his ears to his messy rhetoric, Wu Zhao just nodded lightly, as if he was quite agreeing.

After holding the bowl and waiting for a while, Wu Zhao did not move. Liu Shoubei said rudely: "Don't just nod, don't raise the bowl!"

This sentence fell into Wu Zhao's ears, which meant "Don't toast and not eat the punishment". He had to raise the bowl, touch Liu Shoubei, and put it down slightly.

Liu Shoubei leaned his neck and drank the white wine in the bowl, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sighed "comfortable", and turned the big bowl down to show that there was no drop left.

But when he saw that the bowl in front of Wu Zhao was still full, it seemed like there were a lot of drops. His old face immediately pulled down and said in a deep voice: "Why does Mr. Wu look down on me, Qiu Ba?"

Seeing that he was still angry, Wu Zhao couldn't help but get angry, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "I am not good at drinking, so why do you have to force each other?" Although the cold light in his eyes flashed, it made Liu Shoubei suddenly have the idea of ​​kneeling on the ground.

With a 'huh', a cold wind blew open the window, which also woke Liu Shoubei from his dullness. Looking at Wu Zhao, who was still contemptuous, as if he saw the disdainful look of the guerrilla general in Daming Mansion, he couldn't help but get angry from his heart and cursed: "Shameless thing! Don't forget what your identity is!"

The muscles on Liu Shoubei's face were twitching, and his thick fingers lit up the tip of Wu Zhao's nose, and he gritted his teeth word by word: "You... are... a prisoner!"

Five words were like a magical sound that swayed Wu Zhao's nobleness that he had been trying hard to maintain. He closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the tablecloth with both hands and kept trembling, and his pale face was full of regret, depression, shame and despair...

Countless negative emotions hit my heart, as if a thousand kilograms of huge rocks were pressing on Wu Zhao's chest, making him breathing hard, and his thoughts seemed to be stirred into a mess. The past that I never wanted to recall could no longer be stopped...

He saw himself wearing hemp clothes and hemp shoes, bathing incense, and praying respectfully to the ancestors of Qin, praying for his triumphant return; he saw himself wearing a strong and holding a sharp edge, standing in front of hundreds of thousands of troops, and after making generous speeches, he announced the eastward expedition; he saw himself leading the army, defeating the Qi army on Luoshuiyuan, beheading 100,000, and for a moment he slapped Fangqi, underestimating the heroes of the world...

How arrogant and arrogant I was at that time!

But since he left the customs, he entered the ground of Qi and protected him. The Great Qin gods who had been protecting him finally no longer worked. He first refused to listen to Xiaowu's advice and made a blind move. He was ambushed by Zhao Wujiu on Muyeyuan, and then he panicked and retreated first, resulting in hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers being defeated and chased by the Qi army for dozens of miles like a dog that was stranded...

He seemed to see himself being driven off the carriage by Qin Lei, sitting in a cart in the cold wind and rain, wrapped in a quilt and heading towards the endless darkness.

This time, the heroic reputation of a lifetime was lost; this time, the glory of a lifetime flowed; this time, the prisoner of the ranks...

On that day, Xin Jiazang and Qi Navy appeared on the river, and Chen Liefeng also brought 50,000 elite troops to the river and met the Qin army that was flew west in a hurry.

One side was shocked and exhausted, and the other side was frustrated to be frustrated and morale was high. Even with their toes, they could know the result of this battle... According to historical records, 8,000 imperial guards, 10,000 miscellaneous troops, 20,000 civilians, and more than 60,000 people were captured... Among them were important figures such as Emperor Shizulie, Prince Ying, Prince Qin Zhen, Imperial Army Marshal Ma Guangzu, and Eunuch Zhuo Yan, the eunuch in charge of the Dawei.

Yes, since Qin Shihuang founded the profession of emperor, the first country was safe and he was defeated and captured.

However, Qi did not find that this casual net caught a super big fish. There are three reasons for this: First, Emperor Zhaowu got down the chariot in Muyeyuan and lost the ceremonial guard. He took off his dragon robe and changed into ordinary clothes before crossing the river. Therefore, it was not conspicuous. Even among the Qin prisoners, few knew that His Majesty was with them. Moreover, the people of Qi did not expect that they would capture the king of the enemy country so easily, so they did not investigate too much.

The second and most important thing is that in order to cover up Emperor Zhaowu's actions, Ma Guangzu took the initiative to stand up and show his identity as an imperial guard and an imperial guard general, providing a reasonable explanation for the emergence of the imperial guard. This imperial guard marshal, who is of mediocre qualifications and has been ridiculed, proved his loyalty at a critical moment, and also let the people of Qi relieve the last doubts.

Just at this time, the autumn harvest of Qi was about to be approaching, and the military camps in various places were in severe shortage. Chen Liefeng was a rough man, and he was satisfied with being able to capture the imperial guards of Qi. He no longer checked the other prisoners in detail, so he lent them all to the prefectures in the defense zone to help harvest military rations.

That's why we saw Brother Wu Zhao in Wushan Village, Xiajin County, Daming Prefecture...

These thoughts are mixed, but they only use Emperor Zhaowu... Let's call him Wu Zhao... With a flash of thought in his heart, Liu Shoubei was still holding a bowl. Seeing that Wu Zhao's face was gray and his expression was listless, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, Liu Shoubei only said that he was frightened and said even more arrogantly: "Drink!"

This call brought Wu Zhao back from his absent-mindedness, looked at Liu Shoubei with his eyes blankly, and smiled miserably, "Drink it!" Then he picked up the wine bowl and poured it into his stomach. The spicy wine stimulated the pain of his throat like a knife, but Wu Zhao no longer resisted this feeling. He needed this sting, this dizziness, and this intoxication numbed the broken pain in his heart!

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the magpies fly south. If you circle the tree three times, what branches can you rely on?

Worry and thoughts are unforgettable, and the past is full of suffering. How can we relieve worries? Only Du Kang...
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