Jiapingguan Chronicle

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Perhaps it was because the environment in which they grew up was too harsh and unstable, those Southwesterners are still very sensitive to changes in the outside world, and a little change can make them suspicious and make them feel uneasy.

From the fifth day they were imprisoned in the dungeon, this feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, because the attitude of the jailers, as well as the changes in the three meals a day, made them feel that the interior of the Zhenguo Mansion seemed to be Something was different. The jailers they came into contact with seemed to be implicated by something, and they became a little restless, and had no intention of doing their own work.

This feeling was confirmed on the tenth day. From the morning of this day, they smelled an unusual smell. For example, the breakfast was delivered later a few days ago. Although it was also late a few days ago, it was still It can be regarded as breakfast, but this time it was too late to be combined with lunch. When it was delivered, it felt like the sun was already high.

Not only that, the food that was delivered was already completely cold, and the steamed buns were like hard stones, one bite would probably break the front teeth.

The attitude of the jailers who came to deliver the food was not very good. They all looked bitter and bitter. Although they were like this a few days ago, their decline was not as obvious as today, as if someone owed them a hundred It's like hanging money.

The leader of the southwestern businessman, who was called "Brother Yidun" by his brothers, looked at the breakfast in front of him that was worse than swill, and then at the jailer who was delivering the food to the opposite cell, his brows were twisted into twists, his intuition Tell him that there is a serious situation in the Duke's Mansion.

He waved to the brother closest to him, whispered some instructions to him, and raised his chin at the jailer.

The brother nodded, and moved to the fence of the cell, ready to follow his boss's instructions, talk to the jailer when he came over, and try to get something out of it.

However, the people in the opposite cell took the lead and asked the question they wanted to ask.

"My lord, why is it so late today, what happened?"

"Is this something you should ask? Eat your meals honestly, and don't think about what you have."

"My lord, this... this meal..."

"What's wrong with the food? Isn't the food delicious? It's hard to get in? You're all in prison, and you still want to pick and choose? You have a little bit of what you should look like in a prison, okay?"

"No, my lord, this is different from the previous two days!"

"What's wrong with the difference? Just be lucky, there's still something to eat. In a few days, maybe no one will think of giving you food!"

When those Southwesterners heard what the jailer said, all their eyes fell on their Brother Yidun. They had a little expectation in their hearts. The situation in the Zhenguo Mansion seems to be not so good. It worked as it should.

Before Brother Yidun could give his brothers a response, he saw the jailer approaching them with an angry expression on his face. He waved his hand at the brother who wanted to talk to the jailer, since the other party had already spoken for them If they are asked, they will not touch this bad head.

The Southwesterner got orders from his boss, and just as he was about to retreat, he found that the jailer had already arrived.

"What are you doing? Don't eat well, what are you listening to? No matter how dishonest you are, you will be hungry today!" The jailer said angrily to the people around him, "It means that our Lord and General are kind-hearted Give them these offal meals, if you follow me, they will starve to death."

The Southwestern man leaning against the cell opened his mouth to refute, but was stopped by another jailer next to the cursing jailer.

"Why are you here? Are you going to be beaten here?" The jailer grabbed the person who was cursing just now, dragged him aside, and continued to comfort him, "It's almost over, they are really starving to death, turn around It’s our mansion that’s affected, and it’s the Duke and the General who are affected, right?”

"They deserve to die. They are not of my race, and their hearts must be different. There is nothing wrong with this statement. They are the scourge. Get rid of them one day earlier, and there won't be so many right and wrong."

"Hey, don't say a few words, be careful that the wall has ears."

"Brother, this is a dungeon. Why do walls have ears? Are you still worried about being heard by those bastards? They can't escape, and what awaits them is death, and there is no other way to go."

"That's true."

"So brother, please do me a favor, let me vent, I'm about to explode right now."

"Okay, go ahead, go ahead!"

"To be honest, brother, you should be very clear about what's going on in the mansion these days. The culprit for the current situation is these Southwestern bastards. Breaking up? If it wasn't for their letter, the mansion would still be peaceful now, instead of being lifeless like it is now, and everyone is trembling. I don't know what will happen in the future. Brother, it's all because of the Southwest gang You should really tie them up to the tower, cut them alive in front of everyone in Jiapingguan City, and let those bastards with ulterior motives see it, this is what Xizuo deserves."

"Liao and Jin's ministries have long since dared not show their heads. Didn't they cut a large number of people a year ago and hung their heads on the wall for more than a month? Come here at risk, and I don’t know how our general will deal with them. I also find it strange that there are still people who dare to come to die with such ruthless methods. Haven’t they heard the rumors about the general?”

"Then I don't know. I'm just worried that Master Hou will stop them from moving."

"No way, Master Hou can't do such a thing. No matter how you say it, he is the enemy of our Jiaping Guancheng and Daxia. Master Hou can't... right, I don't believe Master Hou is that kind of person."

"I don't believe it either, but you and I know what kind of man Hou Ye is." The cursing jailer sighed, looked in the direction of the cell where the Southwesterner was detained, turned his head again, and sighed again, "We Master Hou has an obsession in his heart, which everyone knows, and we don't know what shocking things will be done because of this obsession."

"That's true. If it weren't for Lord Hou's obsession, he wouldn't have quarreled like that with the Duke and the General."

"Arguing? Brother, the quarreling is minor. They all started, and the entire Nuan Pavilion was destroyed by them. If it weren't for the old general Qin and Yan Bo, whether this Duke's mansion can be kept is a matter of debate." It's not that Old General Qin locked him up to keep Lord Hou from making trouble, but we don't know if he can be locked up for a few days."

"Okay, okay, that's not something we're thinking about. Those things are decided by the Duke of the State and the general. Let's do our own thing! Let's go and clean up those dishes. I guess they will eat them." It's about the same."

After listening to the words of the two jailers, the Southwesterners looked at each other with smug smiles on their faces.

(End of this chapter)