Chapter 9: The fate of the chess piece

The next morning, Guo Jia woke up early. The time for him to fall asleep was always uncertain, sometimes early and sometimes late, but the time when he woke up had a fixed biological clock.

His fingers gently stroked Xiao Qiao's tender cheeks. Xiao Qiao, who was still sleeping, held his arm, looking peaceful.

The door was gently pushed open, Diao Chan walked in with a basin filled with clear water, tiptoed to the couch, and found that Guo Jia in the gauze tent gave her a greeting look like morning, and smiled.

He carefully pulled his arm out of Xiao Qiao's arms, Guo Jia walked out of bed, washed and changed clothes under Diao Chan's meticulous service.

As soon as he walked out of the room and was about to have breakfast, Xiao Ren came over and handed Guo Jia a military newspaper sent from southern Sichuan.

The 100,000 southern barbarians were defeated, Meng Huo fled south, and King Junyi of Yue returned to Yuejun County and sent people to be envoys, hoping to make an agreement with Guo Jia to officially do their own affairs.

"Kill all the people sent by Haute Clinic."

Guo Jia's mood is still unhappy.

It is natural for Zhang Yan and others to win battles in southern Sichuan. If they lose, it will be a strange story in the world.

As for the King of Yue Junyi, Guo Jia couldn't even think of paying attention. Sooner or later, the clown would be flattened by his army.

After Xiao Ren received the order and left, Guo Jia stopped, looked at the bright skylight and said, "Zhang Ren, don't let me down."

At the dining table in the backyard lobby, wives and concubines who got up sat together, and even Cao Xian and Cao Jie were waiting for Guo Jia to arrive obediently.

Guo Jiagang stepped into the hall, but turned his head and said to Diao Chan, "Prepare two breakfasts for me and I'll take them to somewhere else."

The people in the court said, "I have something to go out, don't worry about me. By the way, Ye'er, you have injuries on your body. Let's rest in the mansion these few days, and let your homework be put aside first."

Guo Ye, who is meticulous in his studies, never slacked off due to illness. If Guo Jia didn't mention anything, he would really plan to go to Jia Xu's place to listen to the teachings after dinner.

Carrying the food box, Guo Jia came down to the prison in the city with Xiao Yi.

Today, Guo Jia was dressed casually, wearing a white robe and not wearing a crown, but wrapped her hair in a strip of cloth, looking like a scholar in the martial arts world.

There are many types of prisons, and different types of prisons are detained.

The crimes committed by rioters in the city are at most imprisoned, and the crimes committed by Zhu Rong and his party cannot be dealt with lightly. They are locked in the most stringent prison in Chengdu, and they used to be political prisoners who imprisoned traitors or had affair with foreign enemies.

The light in the prison was dark, and except for the torches that were illuminated, there was only the morning light shot into the narrow iron windows on the wall, and the rotten and pungent smell filled here.

In order to prevent prisoners from communicating and planning privately, the prison cell is a separate room.

Guo Jia walked along the way, his expression was as old as before, without any disgusting expression.

After all, this place is for prisoners to live in. Do you still need to take good food, drink, and take good care of them in a considerate and comfortable manner?

Zhurong was a group of hundreds of people, and men were locked in a cell in groups of three or five. Zhurong, as the leader, was locked in a cell alone.

After not sleeping all night, her eyes were covered with bloodshot, her spirits were depressed, and her ponytail was looser. Zhu Rong sat in the corner of the wall with her knees closed or opened them, Guo Jia's figure appeared in her mind or in front of her.

"Quick! Kill them!"

"Straighten the south, no chickens and dogs will be left behind!"

Guo Jia seemed to be a nightmare that appeared in front of her eyes again and again. His wild posture and cold-blooded and ruthless words kept impacting Zhu Rong's heart.

The door of the cell was opened, and the light reflected in the iron window above Zhu Rong's head was just shining at the door.

The bright light shone on Guo Jia's neck, which made his face darker.

Zhu Rong looked up and saw the visitor. His expression changed, his eyes were filled with anger, and Qingmei's face showed a trace of hideous expression.

He was furious and Zhu Rong rushed towards Guo Jia.

Dang chang

The sound of the iron chain hitting echoed. Zhu Rong was still three steps away from Guo Jia, but he was already restricted by the iron chains on his hands and feet.

The ends of the chains on her hands and feet were nailed to the wall, and all she could do was to pose with her teeth and claws.

He slowly closed the door of the cell. Guo Jia took a step forward and put down the food box in his hand.

At this time, the narrow light happened to be reflected on Guo Jia's face, revealing his gentle expression.

"Guo Jia, if you dare to kill the people in the south, I will never let you go if I die!"

Zhu Rong's shrill scream was extremely harsh, and Guo Jia frowned slightly and sighed softly.

The next second, Guo Jia's eyes were replaced by a fierce look.

Guo Jia, who rushed forward suddenly, came to Zhurong, grabbed her hands before she could react, and kept pressing her against the wall.

Bang

Zhurong was hit by Guo Jia, and his internal organs were impacted, and his pain was so painful that he was not even smooth.

After her head was confused for a moment, Zhu Rong was shocked. She was pressed against the wall by Guo Jia. Her wrists were pressed by Guo Jia on her head, and her legs were hung in the air. Between her legs was Guo Jia pressing her body. From her chest to the base of her thighs, they were closely linked to Guo Jia, and they became tighter and tighter, and the pressure became greater and greater.

Guo Jia, with a blank expression, was approaching in front of him. Zhu Rong suddenly opened his mouth and bit him. However, Guo Jia was ready. He turned his head and pressed her face aside with his forehead, pressing his forehead against her smooth cheeks, and his breathing was exactly between her fair neck.

"Zhurong, can't you be quieter?"

Zhu Rong had such a close contact with a man for the first time, especially when the other party was pressing against him, his thighs were hung awkwardly, and the most powerful part was also attached to the other party. The friction caused by a slight twist would make her feel ashamed and angry. Guo Jia's breath could inevitably be transmitted into her senses, without the disgusting sweat odor, only an indescribable light smell.

"You, you want to humiliate me, dream!"

No matter how hard Zhu Rong said, her body trembling had betrayed her heart.

Guo Jia slowly raised his head and rubbed Zhu Rong's smooth facial skin. Guo Jia said coldly in her ear: "In your eyes, I am a cruel, bloody, lustful and debauchery? Humph, you look down on yourself too much!"

Suddenly, Guo Jia let go of Zhurong and turned backwards. Zhurong slid off the wall like soft mud.

I thought it was a bolt from the blue, but I didn't expect it to be a bright moon and a long sky.

Zhu Rong expected that the defiled thing would not happen, and looked at Guo Jia with a dull face.

He walked to Zhurong with the food box. Guo Jia opened the food box, brought out the simple breakfast, and sat down cross-legged.

"I'll say first. If you want to use the action of overturning this bowl of porridge to vent your anger, then please think about the consequences first."

With two bowls of porridge and four plates of side dishes, Guo Jia picked up the bowl and held the chopsticks, and started to move casually as if he was eating at home.

He was not afraid of Zhu Rong's attack, and Zhu Rong was definitely not a person who could instantly kill Guo Jia. Even Zhu Rong was not bound by iron chains, Guo Jia was not afraid at all. It would be easy to subdue her.

After experiencing the scene just now, Zhu Rong clamped his legs and knelt halfway in front of Guo Jia. His brain seemed to have lost his ability to think and had no idea how to deal with this sudden situation.

"Are you not hungry or are you afraid that I will poison things? Or are you disdainful to eat with me, or is your fragile self-esteem driving you to refuse to accept my alms?"

Guo Jia held the bowl and sneered.

Zhu Rong seemed to wake up suddenly, he hesitantly picked up the chopsticks, staring at Guo Jia, for fear that Guo Jia would suddenly attack her when she was unprepared.

After having breakfast peacefully, Guo Jia put the bowls, chopsticks, plates into the food box, and still sat cross-legged in front of Zhurong.

"Now, we can talk."

Guo Jia said softly.

Zhu Rong's eyes appeared again, and he said with his teeth: "I have nothing to say to you!"

Guo Jia tilted his head and said lightly: "Zhurong, you are in my hands. I want to kill you. It's easy for me to humiliate you. You can only let me do whatever I want. How many tribesmen do you have in the south? How can your tribesmen support your family? To me, these do not pose a threat. Meng Huo's 100,000 troops have been defeated by my generals. Now, whether I have crossed the Lu River to sweep the entire south is in my mind. Do you have nothing to say to me? "

What kind of status Zhurong will have in the south can be seen by her name alone. Those who can be named after the name of the God of Fire Zhurong will never be ordinary people.

Whether it is Zhurong or Meng Huo, Guo Jia doesn't take it seriously no matter how famous he is.

These people are nothing more than the forces advocated by some marginal nations. Compared with the Han people, their gods and kings are not worthy of the truth.

If it were the past, Zhu Rong would have sneered at Guo Jia's words. How could Meng Huo easily fail in a 100,000 army of troops?

But after seeing Guo Jia's army yesterday, especially the equipment Zhu Rong dared not think about, she believed Guo Jia's words.

Guo Jia has nothing to deceive her. The man in front of her is absolutely rational and calm. When facing threats, beauty, and weak people, he is always in control of the direction of taking the initiative and the overall situation.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. No matter how arrogant Zhurong is, he cannot joke about the lives of his tribe members.

Whether to sweep the south is the final say of Guo Jia.

"Guo Jia, what do you want? My southern people are devoted to surrendering, but you deliberately make things difficult for you. When fighting, we can't beat you, but can we sit and wait for death and let you slaughter? If you want to force all the southern people into a dead end, the power of life and death is in your hands, why are you talking nonsense to me? If you want to kill people, go, you want to keep the southern tribes unstoppable, go, go. But, I beg you to kill me first, don't let me watch my home trampled by you, and see my relatives dying in front of you..."

Zhu Rong, who was half-kneeling, suddenly bowed down and leaned on the ground, crying bitterly, and his trembling body seemed helpless and humble.

In the dim cell, Zhu Rong leaned in front of Guo Jia heartbrokenly and cried bitterly. Guo Jia closed his eyes and reached out to caress Zhu Rong's head gently.

"The saddest fate in the world is the chess piece that is still unaware of it."
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