At noon, the sun hung high, and sprinkled patches of warm smoke on the high and low eaves of the city without any scruples, and the city of Luocheng, which had endured several days of cold wind, exuded a gentle light for the first time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The lively neighborhood property market and the wanton laughter stop outside a silk and satin cloth village, there are few pedestrians on the left and right of the long street, and on the dumpling stalls with deserted doors, people all the way are bored sitting on benches, not knowing who is waiting.

"What kind of person, this is, I haven't been back for so long. Passers-by muttered, casually looked through the pots and pans on the board, and then wiped their hands in disgust and looked at the sides of the stall.

Far away from the end of the long street came a teenager of about seventeen or eighteen a year.

The young man's clothes were a little simple and messy, his steps were anxious and slightly unsteady, and the most conspicuous thing was that dark face, a faint scar scratched his cheeks, I don't know if it was scratched by a fight with someone when he was a child. The young man walked anxiously, clutching the back of his head in pain from time to time, but his eyes looked more and more sharply at the dumpling stand.

The passers-by who were entrusted to watch the stall saw Wei Feng's figure from a distance, were overjoyed, and eagerly stepped forward, looked at Wei Feng complainingly and said, "What's the matter with you as a brother, it took so long to come, do you know that I have something to do?"

Wei Feng was annoyed that he had barely escaped from prison before, and had not been able to rescue Yang Maosheng together, when he saw that this passer-by seemed to know him, he couldn't help but be stunned, hesitated and asked vigilantly: "Who are you?

"It's okay, who wants to know you. Passers-by angrily pointed to the dumpling stall where the soup had already been cold, and said to Wei Feng: "Your sister asked me to help watch it, saying that you will come in a while, why have you been so long?"

Wei Feng went through this sentence in his heart, and he barely understood the meaning of the words, but he didn't understand it even more in his heart. This dumpling stall is a place to respond, if the previous information is correct, the person who responds should be an old man selling dumplings, why did a sister suddenly pop up?

"You mean, my 'sister' knows I'm coming?" Wei Feng stopped the footsteps of passers-by, pointed to his face, and asked hesitantly, the ominous premonition in his heart became even more obvious.

Passers-by were in a hurry to leave the errand, pushing Wei Feng and wanting to leave past him, but he reluctantly stopped and looked at Wei Feng and said, "Yes, it is said that the brother with such a black face and a scar as you is waiting for you to collect the stall." ”

Waiting for passers-by to scold and leave, Wei Feng quietly walked to the dumpling stall, looked up, and found that the door of the silk village was closed, and lowered his head again, took a long spoon and stirred the soup in the pot, and found that it had already cooled down, and I don't know what dense black spots were inside, probably moldy and rotten.

Wei Feng frowned, put down the spoon, and walked towards the gate of the silk village, only to find that the door was not closed, but it was just hidden and unlocked.

There was no sound.

Wei Feng took a step back, looked at the two dark red doors, sighed, stroked the lump on the back of his head, and scolded the jailer's ruthlessness in his heart, only hating himself for being underestimated for a while, and actually being beaten by such a brainless brute.

What is due will come.

"Uncle Yang, wait for me......"

He took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked into the depths of darkness with the rancid cloudiness.

In the gloomy prison, Yang Maosheng's arms were forcibly trapped on the torture rack, his head drooped, his black hair soaked in cold sweat was tightly pressed against his cheeks, and blood seeped out of his prison uniform and trickled down from his toes.

"In the end, say it or not!" someone whipped down and whipped Yang Maosheng's body fiercely.

Yang Maosheng didn't snort a single word, and after gritting his teeth, he raised his head mockingly to look at the executioner, and sneered: "What did you say?

Wang Er, who was sitting on the corner bench, covered the back of his sore neck with a hot towel, and gasped from time to time. Seeing Yang Maosheng's attitude at this time, he couldn't help but be even more annoyed, and whispered to the cell boss standing next to him: "Boss, pretending to be an important person in the army is a serious crime, just beat him to death." ”

"Add a little more, I don't believe he doesn't say anything. The cell head had a gloomy face, looking at Wang Er, who was grinning and covering the back of his neck, and unconsciously turned his neck, as if the cold air on the blade was still on his body, he frowned, but just shook his head and rejected Wang Er's proposal.

It's not that the cell boss attaches much importance to the lives of Yang Maosheng and Wei Feng, being at the border, this kind of person will always die one or two a day. It's just that what makes the cell boss concerned is that the boss actually issued an order, saying that the adults above actually wanted to interrogate in person.

The cell boss asked Wang Er, who was muttering, to go down, and rewarded some money from his colleagues who had rescued him before, until he was the only one left in the cell, without any notice, a man in a cloak came in from outside the door.

There was no attendant beside the man, the low brim of his hat covered his face, and the cell head was outside Yang Maosheng's cell, as if he had been waiting for this person for a long time, he immediately greeted him respectfully, and greeted him in a low voice: "My lord, please come here." ”

The man reached out and removed the hood that covered his face, lifted his face, and smiled kindly: "What's the progress?" ”

This man was very stubborn, and refused to say anything, but insisted on waiting for the person above to interrogate. ”

"Thank you. ”

Hearing this man's praise, the cell boss was full of joy but did not dare to say anything, and respectfully accepted the man's reward, and then opened the door of the cell with all his acquaintance, and withdrew to the door, so as not to interfere with the secret affairs of the above.

The man in the cloak slowly paced in front of Yang Maosheng, his eyes looked at the sweat and blood on his face little by little, and suddenly sighed.

Faintly hearing the movement, Yang Maosheng, who was hanging his head, raised his head, and his vision blurred by sweat slowly swept over the man in front of him who was covered with shadows, and found that he couldn't see the other party's face clearly, his Adam's apple slid down, he didn't know what to say, and hung his head in despair.

"What about the other one?" the cloaked man said in a friendly voice, stretched out his hands, and began to arrange and remove the cloak from his body, making a rustling sound.

"There is no one else. Yang Maosheng's consciousness was a little blurred, and he snorted coldly: "Dare to lynch and call your people in charge, one day...... My general will let Lord Wen ...... Your boss...... Cure you lawless turtle eggs......"

"Yes. The man said softly, "You ...... Do you know Mr. Wen?"

Yang Maosheng coughed violently, lowered his head, looked at the water droplets that gathered little by little from around his field of vision to around his feet, and said with a little smug exhaustion: "Lord Wen...... It is a friend of our uncle, who watched the young general grow up, and praised the young general's bravery......"

"Hmm? Why don't I remember that. The man let out a faint strange sigh of surprise.

Yang Maosheng listened to this sentence little by little, and suddenly he was shocked, raised his head, and looked at the person in front of him in shock.

Wen Xu, who had already taken off his cloak, took a sip of a bowl of coarse tea, put it down as if disgusted, and when he turned around, he was not surprised by Yang Maosheng's angry gaze, but smiled gently, and said to himself like an elder: "Have I ever said such a thing?" (To be continued.) )