Zhang Zhongwu was escorted back to Wuyi in a car.

In fact, all the way from Mozhou, although he was handcuffed and shackled, he was sitting in a warm and comfortable carriage, serving delicious food and drink along the way, Han Qi even specially asked someone to bring one of this person's favorite concubines from the Liao Wangfu to serve him, for fear that this guy would suffer some grievances on the way, and he couldn't think of a hunger strike to commit suicide or some other moth for a while. Such a character must return to Wuyi alive.

It wasn't until they saw the city walls of Wuyi that the team stopped and stuffed Zhang Zhongwu into the car.

A month after being captured, Zhang Zhongwu not only did not stand tall, but gained some weight, and his complexion was much better than before. Typically, because I don't want anything, I don't do anything, and I eat and sleep to gain weight.

Xue Jian and Fan Jian, who were in charge of escorting him back, still admired this person very much. Putting aside each other's positions, people like Zhang Zhongwu do have a generation of heroes.

Seeing such a person being escorted into the car, only one head was exposed outside the car, but he still looked forward to his life, and the meaning in his eyes was not diminished at all, except for a sigh, there was nothing to say.

Naturally, the common people don't see it that way.

In their eyes, this is a thief, because of the battle with him, I don't know how many good men of the Tang Dynasty fell on the battlefield, I don't know how many white-haired people have been created to send black-haired people, how many poor children have lost their lives, and how many young wives have been widowed.

From the very beginning of the city gates, there was a sea of people, a large number of soldiers, and officials did their best to maintain the situation, holding hands on the wide street to isolate the people, so that everyone would not rush up and block the street. In addition to these soldiers, a large number of Yixing members were also mobilized to go to the streets to maintain order, which barely made the boiling people reluctantly calm down.

But that doesn't mean the people aren't ready to do something.

Zhang Zhongwu, who can't eat Jiuding in life and cooks Jiuding in death, is naturally not afraid of the shouting and scolding of the surrounding people, on the contrary, a pair of shuttle-like eyes keep scanning the surroundings, as if these scolding is not an insult but a pleasure for him.

A chicken flew up from the crowd and landed exactly on his head, shattering with a thud, and the egg white and yolk flowed in pieces.

Zhang Zhongwu laughed loudly, turned his head, stuck out his tongue, and licked it.

His actions angered the surrounding people, and more chickens flew over.

Xue Jian and Fan Jian didn't expect such a scene for a while, and only reacted after Zhang Zhongwu was bombarded by countless chickens and his head became colorful, and dozens of shields surrounded him and wrapped Zhang Zhongwu tightly in the middle.

But this did not quell the anger of the people, and more chickens, rotten vegetables, even carrion, and even more excesses, rained down on the team.

By the time Zhang Zhongwu and his entourage arrived at the prison of the Criminal Department, everyone was already embarrassed, and the smell on their bodies was extremely touching.

Fan Jian, who removed the shield and walked over with the rotten vegetable leaves on his body, was surprised to find that Zhang Zhongwu, who was previously domineering, was now in tears.

"What, is King Liao finally scared?" Fan Jian said sarcastically.

Zhang Zhongwu said hesitantly: "Zhang has never known what he is afraid of, but he just laments the ingratitude of the Tang people." I think back then, if it weren't for Lao Tzu who had worked hard in Lulong alone for more than ten years, starting from more than 1,000 people all the way, beating the Khitans to lose their armor and flee in embarrassment, these Zitang people are afraid that now they have all become the herdsmen of the Khitans. But to this day, no one remembers Lao Tzu's kindness to them. ”

Fan Jian exhaled: "The history is brilliant, Li Xiang is wise, and he will naturally give you a correct evaluation, it should be your honor is yours, it should be your sin, and it can't run away from you." ”

Zhang Zhongwu laughed: "You, you are not qualified to discuss this with me, Li Ze is almost the same as coming in person." ”

Fan Jian was noncommittal, "Come on, please put our Liao King in prison!" ”

Compared with the anger of Zhang Zhongwu when he entered the city, the subsequent arrival of the Tang King Wule into the city seemed to be unfazed. Although speaking of which, Wule can be regarded as the lord of a country, but in the eyes of the Tang people in Wuyi, isn't it just a fanyi? The reason why I still gathered here to watch was just that I heard the Datang Weekly report say that this time there were more than a dozen bloody BMWs that came back with the escort team.

It's expensive.

Ordinary people have no concept of it, and those who have read the book can also know from the past historical records that when the Tang Dynasty was at its peak, Dawan in the Western Regions had paid tribute to the Tang Dynasty with a few sweaty horses, but with the decline of the Tang Dynasty, this tribute has long been interrupted. Now, the sweaty BMW has reappeared on the land of Datang, which also represents that Datang is once again standing at the top of the world. For the discerning, it's not just a matter of a few horses.

Kangju King Shi Le enjoyed almost the same treatment as Zhang Zhongwu along the way, and when he arrived in Wuyi, he was cold into the car, and with the encounter of Zhang Zhongwu when he entered the city in front, Li Hai, who escorted Shi Le back, had already prepared shield soldiers to protect Shi Le. Shi Le is not a character like Zhang Zhongwu who is extremely strong physically and psychologically, don't scare him half to death when the time comes. finally got him all the way back from the Western Regions, and he had to be handed over to the Criminal Department in a hurry.

However, what disappointed Li Hai was that the common people did not have the urge to bully King Kangju at all, and there was no scene of chickens and rotten vegetables flying together.

In other words, in Wuyi, although chickens are cheap, they also cost a penny!

The scene was a little deserted.

But Li Hai immediately came up with a great idea.

He took out the sweaty BMW out.

Speaking of this way, the treatment enjoyed by these baby bumps is better than that of Li Hai himself, the best concentrate feed is fed, I am afraid that I will be tired of them, and they can be loaded with cars along the way, and each carriage can be loaded with a sweaty BMW, for fear that they will not adapt to the water and soil, and deliberately dragged more than a dozen cars of local water, mixed with them along the way to drink. The same horses, compared to these sweaty and bloody BMWs, who do those unlucky horses who drag carriages in the wind and snow along the way?

When these sweaty and bloody horses were brought out to be appreciated by the people of Wuyi, the atmosphere of Wuyi City finally reached its peak again.

The sweaty BMW looks like this!

It's a pity that I didn't see them sweating, and I don't know if the sweat is the same as blood.

In the midst of the discussion, Li Hai, who rode a horse and walked proudly in front of the sweaty BMW, did attract the attention and attention of many people.

Zhang Zhongwu, who was washed up and put on new clothes, was thrown into the Tianzi prison of the Criminal Department.

The dungeon is underground, made entirely of large boulders, and on one side of the corridor, all of them are arm-thick iron fences, and although they are underground, they are not dark or suffocating, apparently thanks to their ingenious design.

The configuration in the Tianzi prison is not bad.

Not only are the bedding and beds complete, but in the corridor, there are several braziers burning to provide warmth for the interior, and there are desks, pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and thick stacks of books. Zhang Zhongwu looked through it casually and found that there was not only a subset of scriptures and histories, but also the various laws and regulations that had been revised by the Tang Dynasty.

This is to relieve the boredom of the people locked up here.

Of course, the people who can be locked up in this Tianzi cell are extraordinary, and ordinary people who want to stay here for a while are not qualified to do so.

Zhang Zhongwu was calm, sat down at the table, and began to look through the statutes.

Not long after, in another cell opposite him, another newcomer actually came. This made Zhang Zhongwu very interested, and those who could be locked up opposite him, at least his identity would not be under him.

"Who is this person?" Pacing to the fence, Zhang Zhongwu asked.

"Shile, King of Kangju in the Western Regions!" The prison jailer replied.

"It turned out to be a barbarian!" Zhang Zhongwu laughed and ignored it. Even if he became a prisoner of the ranks, he still turned his nose up at such outsiders, you know, when he was in power, those foreigners were driven by him like pigs and dogs in his hands.

The prison does not know the time, and can only judge the approximate time by the meal.

So when the jailer brought the food box, Zhang Zhongwu knew that it should be dark outside.

The food was very rich, with meat and fish, soup and wine.

Putting down the book in his hand, Zhang Zhongwu ate according to the case.

But before half of the meal, the mood became irritated, the bullshit King Kangju opposite, the fat man who looked weak at a glance, from the time he came in, he cried intermittently, at this time, he cried a few times after eating a few bites of food, which was really unpalatable.

After drinking half a pot of wine with patience, the fat man on the opposite side actually became more and more intense, Zhang Zhongwu finally became furious, lifted the wine jug, and smashed the noodles.

"The birdman is the lord of a country in vain, if he loses, he will lose his ears, if he dies, he will die, he will cry and cry, and he will be a true husband in vain." Standing in front of the fence, Zhang Zhongwu scolded with his halberd.

The flask flew over, but it was thrown with great precision, and it passed through the bars of the two cells accurately, and hit the head of Shile, the king of Nakangju, and instantly smashed the opponent's head to the point of bleeding.

In the wail, the prison guards rushed to the sky.

Zhang Zhongwu had already sat back again, and shouted: "Give this king another pot of wine, if this dead fat man on the other side howls again, this king will take his life next time." ”

The jailer was furious and was about to attack, when a faint voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Zhang Zhongwu, you have reached this point, but your temper has never changed!"

Zhang Zhongwu Huo Ran looked up at the entrance of the prison, and a thin figure was steadily coming.

"Gongsun Changming!" He let out a low cry.