Because Li Chuncheng, the captain of the security battalion, followed Zhang Xiaowu to fight abroad for four months, and now escorted Su Yu to Beijing, the task of guarding the abolished prince fell to Zhang Tongming, the schoolmaster.

Zhang Tongming never expected that the waste prince would be locked up in the Mucheng dungeon at first, he had to serve carefully, but he could not allow him to contact outsiders, for fear that he would end up with no future if he was not careful. At this time, the abolished prince was seriously ill, but he was much more relaxed, so he said in a low voice: "There are two possibilities for conjecture, the first may be the return to the light before death, and the second may be that he was stimulated and went crazy at that time, but he was sober afterwards, and he can only pretend to be crazy in order to protect his life." ”

"Is it possible that he went crazy from the beginning?"

Zhang Tongming thought for a while and said, "A person as smart as Dushanbo shouldn't make such a mistake. ”

"Maybe Uncle Du Shanbo deliberately couldn't see it and gave him a way to live, after all, the abolished prince is also the son of His Majesty." When Zhang Xiaowu said this, he followed Zhang Tongming to the Mucheng dungeon.

Zhang Xiaowu asked the rest of the people to wait outside the dungeon, and he walked in alone, and saw the Xuanyuan Zi lying on the bed like a skull, his head was like a skeleton, his body was covered with a black quilt, and the table in front of the window was placed with fish, meat, wine, food, and some fruits that were not usually seen.

Although Zhang Xiaowu hated Xuanyuan Zi for harming countless people, he still let people treat this waste prince well, and Zhang Tongming also treated the waste prince well. He walked over and sat on a clean stool, quietly looking at Xuanyuan Zixun, who was already crazy, not knowing how to talk to him, not knowing whether he was really crazy or fake.

After a long time, Xuanyuan Zixun said in a hoarse voice: "You are a ghost general, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Thanks to the sunshine and acceptance, I am grateful for the loneliness."

"You're never crazy, are you?" Zhang Xiaowu felt that this was the prince, a person who grew up in the palace since he was a child, how many conspiracies and tricks he had experienced, how many open guns and hidden arrows he had dodged, and how could he go crazy because of a momentary defeat.

Xuanyuan Zi said: "Lone is not crazy, but if Lone is not crazy, he would have been killed by Dushanbo a long time ago." ”

Zhang Xiaowu was silent for a moment and said, "You are like this, but you might as well be crazy." ”

"Hehehehe, you're right, it's better to be lonely than crazy." Xuanyuan Zixun's voice was still hoarse and ugly, and his thin face showed a helpless wry smile, "Lone has long known that you are the old department of Tucheng, but Lone didn't send someone to kill you, and now that I think about it, it's good that I didn't kill Shi Jing's remnants, otherwise Lone wouldn't even have a place to go now." ”

Zhang Xiaowu sneered and asked, "You just want to tell me that you are not crazy, and it is because of your mercy that I have lived until now?" ”

Xuanyuan Zixun shook his head, a few sticks of dry grass fell from his scattered hair, and he looked more like a madman, he said: "Actually, Lone has been reflecting for a long time, Lone is sorry for the people of your 27th Regiment, sorry for the soldiers and civilians of Tucheng, Lone will apologize for his sins with death, I don't ask for forgiveness, but I ask for reparation." ”

Zhang Xiaowu refused: "Xuanyuan Zixun, you are not qualified to make amends, they are good, they fought with Inuyi until the last moment!" But you don't, you're just a deserter, a bereaved dog. You pretend to be crazy and stupid, don't you just want to live? Now you're alive, and you're alive and well. ”

Xuanyuan Zixun raised his head, his eyes flashed with despair and self-blame: "You're right, Lone is a deserter, a lost dog, and Lone really deserves to die." Lonely pretending to be crazy and living is better than dying, and even lonely regrets why he escaped from the Yashan camp with Wang Jingzhi, a traitor, that day, why don't you dare to resolutely fight back, even if you die alone on the top of Yashan Mountain, think that a hundred years later, the martyrdom of Lone will also be passed down through the ages, how can it be that today's mourning dog is notorious? It's too late to regret, it's too late to regret! ”

Zhang Xiaowu looked at the other party with a sneer, and said disdainfully: "You don't repent with me, and I won't have pity." It doesn't matter what you say anymore, if you just want to say those things, I hear you too, so be it. Looking at the dejected appearance of the deposed prince, he lost the pleasure of revenge, maybe death was a result for him. Li Chuncheng reported that the abolished prince had blood in his stool and urine these days, so let him slowly accept the torture.

Zhang Xiaowu slowly stood up and turned around to leave, Xuanyuan Zixun suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Lone is going to die, Lone feels like he is going to die, he is about to die." ”

Zhang Xiaowu said with a poisonous tongue: "Well, I hope that after you die, you will not encounter thousands of troops killed by you in the Netherworld, otherwise they will not let you go." ”

Xuanyuan Zixun shook his head and said, "You can sarcastically mock me, scold me, or even beat me, but I only hope to help one thing before I die." ”

Zhang Xiaowu stared at Xuanyuan Zixun with cold eyes, as if he had discovered the funniest thing in the world, he couldn't help but let out a strange laugh, pointing at Xuanyuan Zixun and speechless, this person was too shameless.

"Only you can help the orphan." Xuanyuan pleaded.

"You're crazy, and now I'm finally convinced you're crazy." Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help but mock, "You are my enemy, you killed my friends and family, dozens of members of my father-in-law's family, and tens of thousands of people in my robe, all died because of you." My wife and I have been separated from each other, and since then the world has been strange, and it is also thanks to you, and now you want to ask me to help you? What do you want me to do for you? Let me kill you with a knife and let you die a happy death? Hahahaha...... Don't dream, I'm not going to let you die. Why do you think I want you to eat well and dress warmly, I just want you to live, let you live but not be free, let you suffer forever in this dungeon! ”

Xuanyuan Zi said gloomily: "I didn't expect you to hate me so much." ”

Zhang Xiaowu gritted his teeth and said, "I can't wait to use 99,999 knives to kill you." ”

"I'm sorry for you." After half a year of pretending to be crazy and stupid, Xuanyuan Zixun really realized his stupidity, he had the right time and place, but he lost a game to win, and the most stupid thing was that he made the decision to assassinate Dushanbo, which completely pushed Dushanbo to the opposite side. He had thought countless times that if he had cried and hugged Dushanbo's thigh that day and called him uncle—he remembered that his father had said that you must treat Dushanbo like an uncle—he would have been soft-hearted compared to Dushanbo. Dushan Bo was loyal to his father, the empire, not him.

He was too self-righteous and too trusting of others, he thought that he would definitely inherit the throne, and others would definitely tolerate him, but he didn't expect that the battle for the crown prince of Shenghan would be so cruel, and he also understood how protective his father had been for so many years. Thinking of this, he sighed, coughed repeatedly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Xiaowu did not pity him, as the so-called poor people must have something to hate, everything he is to blame for.

Xuanyuan Zi sat up with difficulty, his thin body leaning against the wall, and a pair of cloudy eyes looked at Zhang Xiaowu hard. He thought that this person hated himself, but he didn't expect that he hated himself to the core, but now he can only beg the person in front of him.

Zhang Xiaowu snorted coldly, stood at the door silently, but did not leave, he didn't know why he stopped, maybe he wanted to see a dignified prince begging for himself to satisfy his psychological perverted satisfaction. There will always be a few times when people are unable to control themselves, and in the face of the plea of the prince who was once in the sky, Zhang Xiaowu also has an indescribable pleasure in his heart, perhaps a happy feeling of revenge success.