At this moment, although Zhong Ziyuan's face was muddy, with blood stains on the corners of her mouth, her hair was unkempt, and her clothes were ragged, the fierce light in her eyes made people feel cold. Gemei suddenly felt a little unbearable, how could a woman who was originally beautiful, cheerful and cunning be forced to look like this overnight?

Yelu Tilie was still silent, but the Khitan man couldn't help it, he strode forward and brutally carried Zhong Ziyuan on his shoulder, laughed and walked behind a thorn bush. The world was turned upside down in an instant, and her long unkempt hair almost fell to the ground, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

This familiar posture suddenly made Yeluteel feel very dazzling, remembering that in the rainstorm that day, she wanted to give up on herself because she was exhausted, and she had no choice but to turn back because of her mournful crying. Although she didn't cry at this moment, her resentful and fierce eyes pierced deep into his heart.

Even Gemei couldn't help but persuade: "Even if you want to marry, don't be in a hurry at this moment!" Can't you wait until you go back to Beijing? ”

Jeruthereth suddenly cried out, "Wait! ”

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Ziyuan over there had already accumulated enough strength, she raised her hand high and fell down fiercely, and stabbed into the man's thigh with a "poof". Anyone could see that she was holding a wooden hairpin in her hand. The dark red color is a simple pattern, even if it is pierced into the human body, it is estimated that it will not cause much damage.

She really began to sprinkle, Yelu Tilie closed his eyes, and said with a headache: "This woman has a special identity, I can't marry you" He used Khitan language, obviously still persuading his subordinates not to act rashly.

The man did not speak. The tall body began to shake slightly, and Zhong Ziyuan took the opportunity to jump off his shoulder, and his body shook even more. Finally, he looked up to the sky with a "poof" and planted it, and there was no more movement.

Jerutheret and the others were astonished, and hurriedly raised up torches and surrounded them. Gemei suddenly let out a frightened scream, and saw the man lying on the ground with angry eyes, his face was black, obviously he couldn't die anymore, and there was a quaint aster flower peach hairpin prominently inserted in his thigh.

"You killed him?" Jerodreeth's face changed drastically. The eyes staring at her were complicated.

This is the second time Zhong Ziyuan has killed someone, and this time she feels very unashamed and afraid. There is an indescribable joy in my heart. She straightened her unkempt hair and sneered coldly: "I said a long time ago that I belong to the Black Widow, and whoever touches me will die!" Khan, am I talking about laughter? ”

Her arrogance angered the other Khitans. They were relieved. They drew their scimitars and shouted angrily to kill her. Although Zhong Ziyuan couldn't understand what they were roaring, looking at the scimitars waving in their hands, he knew that he was afraid that he was in danger of escaping this time.

She was not afraid, she only looked at Yelu Tilie with a complicated face coldly, and said, "Please also ask the Khan to give me a good time for the sake of knowing me!" "People are afraid of death, but if they live without a trace of dignity, then why not die. Zhong Ziyuan in order not to become the sex slave of these Khitans. It's been completely opened. She only hated that she didn't have a chance to find clues about the spies in Juchong Pass, and Guo Chengsi and the people of Juchong Pass were still in danger.

Things had gone so bad that they were beyond Jerodreeth's control. His face slowly turned pale. He didn't want to kill Zhong Ziyuan, but he couldn't ignore the anger of his subordinates, so he had to temporarily order: "Tie her up and go back to Shangjing to deal with it." He flicked his sleeves in her repeated sneers and walked away in embarrassment.

Zhong Ziyuan was finally tied up by the angry Khitans and thrown into the carriage, and everything on her body was also stolen. Gemei and her maid looked at her wrongly, full of admiration and awe.

Although the two didn't dare to untie the rope on her body, they helped her up together and put her in a more comfortable position. Gemei asked the maid to twist the veil, wiped the dirt on her face and the blood on the corner of her mouth with her own hands, and did not forget to complain: "Why are you so stubborn, maybe accompany him once, and he won't be pestering you tomorrow." ”

Zhong Ziyuan smiled bitterly and said, "You don't understand!" She slowly closed her eyes, not wanting to say more. Gemei looked at her depressedly, and she really didn't understand in her heart.

Suddenly there was a chaotic exclamation outside the carriage, and several extremely sharp and tragic screams, which startled Gemei. Although Zhong Ziyuan didn't open his eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up happily, and it was not bad to be able to pull a few pads on his back before he died.

Jerodiel got into the carriage in a rage, grabbed her by the arm, and shouted, "Give me the antidote." ”

He was so hard that Zhong Ziyuan felt that his arm was almost broken by him. She didn't care at all, only showed a twisted and strange smile, and said lightly: "There is no antidote." ”

Jerthete's furious face was almost distorted, and the veins on his forehead were like an enraged lion as he gasped heavily. Frightened Gemei into the corner of the carriage, and didn't even dare to come out. He grabbed Zhong Ziyuan's slender neck violently, and roared hoarsely: "Give me the antidote quickly, or you will bury them with you." ”

Zhong Ziyuan rolled her eyes when she was pinched by him, and her face was flushed. She also hated the roots of her teeth, if it weren't for him, how could she have fallen into such a situation.

At this time, a Khitan man with a fur hat and a beard lifted the curtain and shouted angrily: "Khan, the brothers who carried the kombu are dead. ”

"Whoosh" The eyes of the three people in the carriage looking at Zhong Ziyuan became incredible.

At this time, Yelu Tilie's face was pale, and he hated so much that he almost wanted to strangle this vicious woman. But looking at her red little face and closed eyes, she couldn't do it. In the end, he threw her the carriage, and he hurried out of the carriage.

Yelu Tilie did not strangle himself immediately, which made Zhong Ziyuan a little surprised. She coughed violently as she squirmed and slowly sat up against the wall of the car. Gemi didn't dare to help her anymore, as if she had become a monster covered in poison overnight.

"Ahh

She had just sat up when dozens of people howled together in mournful noise. The cry is like that of a wolf. Like a night owl, like a ghost, it is especially poignant in this silent night.

Zhong Ziyuan smiled proudly. She secretly called out in her heart: Heir, do you hear? These terrible and terrible cries are my gift to you, a cheer of advance to wish you victory.

Laughing and laughing, a few tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes.

Gemei looked at her strange appearance, and secretly shuddered, but she didn't dare to approach again.

What happened next made Zhong Ziyuan, who was determined to die, feel very strange, and Yeluteri seemed to have forgotten her. And completely forgotten.

The small, pitch-black carriage seemed to be a prison for her, except for the fact that Gemei's maid brought her food once a day. No second person ever reappeared.

Zhong Ziyuan was also secretly surprised in her heart, she inadvertently looked at the Khitans outside when the maid lifted the curtain several times, and found that their eyes were full of bitter hatred. But why didn't they kill themselves?

Zhong Ziyuan was puzzled. But she didn't take it to heart, she ate and slept in the carriage, slept and ate, all as if she was nourishing her fat. But as long as the days like this go by, she can't stand it. The monotonous sound of horses' hooves in my ears and the pitch-black square box in front of me.

No one paid attention to her, no one spoke to her, and she was even bound hand and foot and couldn't move at will. Such a monotonous and boring day made her slowly feel like a living dead person waiting to die in a coffin. A feeling of despair, like a poisonous silk spit out by a spider. Circle after circle wrapped her tightly together.

Zhong Ziyuan began to lose her appetite, began to be agitated, began to feel suffocated, began to be unable to distinguish between day and night, and when it was serious, she would even keep banging on the wall of the car with the back of her head, intending to let the pain prove that she was still alive.

Once she hit herself so hard that she knocked herself unconscious. I don't know how long it took for her to wake up in the dark, only to find that she was still in the same position she had before she fell unconscious. At that moment, she suddenly had a small regret, why could she still wake up? If you die, it's a hundred.

As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she froze herself, and finally realized how powerful Jeruteret was. Having studied psychology, she has realized that her current mental state is a precursor to depression. If this continues, even if Yelutelie doesn't kill her, I'm afraid that she will collapse to the point where she can't help but end herself first.

Is that what he's for? It's so despicable that he must not be allowed to succeed. Zhong Ziyuan's heart ignited a raging fighting spirit, and she suddenly hummed a song softly. Suddenly there was a voice in the silent and dark carriage, even if it was her own voice, she had an irrepressible excitement.

Song after song, she hummed all the songs she had learned in college before.

Humming and humming, she suddenly let go of her voice and began to sing, and the most she sang was the song "Childhood". Because of the light tone of this piece, it is easy for her to recall the carefree time when she was studying, which is the best way to adjust her current gloomy mood.

Hearing the faint singing voice from the carriage behind her, Gemei said with some concern: "She won't be crazy!" ”

Jeruthereth sneered: "Don't worry, you can't go crazy if you can sing." Having said that, there was a hint of admiration for Zhong Ziyuan in his heart.

He ordered that no one should be allowed to approach her, not even to scold, with the intention of driving her to a breakdown, which was the harshest punishment he could have for her.

Two years earlier, Yelutreh had used this tactic against a brother who was intent on overthrowing his khan. I think that the majestic seven-foot man was locked up in the same claustrophobic little black room. No matter how he roared and hissed, no one paid attention to it, and it only took ten days for him to be completely driven crazy. But the elders of the clan praised Yerethereh for his affection and righteousness, and cared for his brotherhood, because he never raised a butcher's knife against his brother.

Yelu Tilie didn't want to drive Zhong Ziyuan crazy, and he couldn't allow her to retain her pride, he wanted to make her completely collapse and surrender to himself, so he also used this trick on her, but this time the effect didn't seem to satisfy him.

Giant Surge Pass!

It was another silent and cold night, and the only lively thing was the porridge factory, where there were long queues at all times. There is no way, there are more monks and less porridge, even if the porridge factory stays up all day and night, it can't supply so many mouths waiting for the chest.

Moreover, the porridge boiled by the porridge factory in the past two days is only a little stronger than water, so thin that you can almost see the figure of a person. If you drink a bowl, you will be hungry in less than half an hour. Despite this, the hungry people shivered in the cold wind and lined up honestly, hoping for an extra bite of porridge.

The porridge factory on the north gate is also full of smoke, there are three stoves lit at the same time, and several men and more than a dozen servants are constantly boiling porridge water. There were also two groups of soldiers armed with knives and guns patrolling closely.

There was a long winding line in front of the porridge factory, and the hungry people in the queue were all yellow-skinned and ragged. On the far right, the stove is a tall, fat, fierce-looking servant in charge of the porridge. There were also a few men and servants who were helping him.

I don't know if the fat servant is too tired or has a problem with his hands. Every time he made a scoop of porridge, his wrist had to shake inadvertently, so he poured it into the hungry people's bowl and only a small half scoop remained.

When a hungry man dared to ask for more, he stared at his brass bell-like eyes and cursed, and the words he scolded were very ugly, but he didn't want a drop more.

So the hungry man muttered in a low voice: "The imperial court has obviously brought so much grain over, why is this porridge getting thinner and thinner?" If you drink a bowl, there will be no urine when you soak it. ”

The fat servant became more and more proud, and did not forget to scold: "You can eat all of them, don't fucking be too little." Don't eat too little! No matter how much food the imperial court transports, it can't stop you starving ghosts from eating for nothing. ”

"Stinky boy, get away from Lao Tzu, there's only this spoonful, is there more!"

There was also a short and small servant who directly reached out to touch the young woman who came up to receive the porridge, and said with a lewd smile: "You look good, why don't you sleep with your master for one night, and keep you full tonight!" As he spoke, the dwarf servant even openly pinched the young woman's chest a few times.

"Hahahaha......!" The fat servant laughed wildly: "Just like your bear, it's useless to play, it's better to accompany your grandfather and me." The wretched young woman, whose face was flushed, ran away almost as if she were running away. Walking in a hurry and unsteady on his feet, he fell to the ground at once, and smashed the broken bowl in his hand, and the two officials laughed more and more insolently.

The hungry people were all angry and did not dare to speak, and they were forced to drink the gruel, which was not much stronger than water, and staggered to the back of the line to line up again. The team continued to squirm slowly and silently, and a suffocating emotion began to spread through the crowd.

There was a scrawny, gray-haired old man in the team who suddenly fell down silently, and the bowl in his hand was shattered. The hungry people standing around him let out a small exclamation, and the calm ranks finally began to stir.

Immediately, two soldiers stepped forward to carry the old man out of the team, they skillfully probed the old man's pulse and breathing, and then coldly reported: "Captain, another old man is dead." ”

The captain, who was sitting in the porridge shed drinking hot tea, waved his hand indifferently and said, "If you still report something, take it away directly." (To be continued.) )