The gate of the Sichuan Provincial Prison, guarded by four heavily armed Taiping soldiers, was surprisingly quiet, and pedestrians hurriedly walked by, daring to look at it from a distance, although the current Taiping soldiers were very warm and kind to every citizen, regardless of gender, old and young, but after all, the prison was a place with a very murderous spirit, and no one wanted to like to come here, even if they stayed outside the door for a while.

Outside the high walls of the prison, there is quite a blank area, planted with several large locust trees, dense and verdant, sharp branches with spikes, feather-like broken leaves, and blood spilled from the bodies of prisoners on the trees, which indeed gives people an eerie feeling.

"This is the place where the Manchu demons wantonly killed the people and rebelled against the righteous people!" The leaders of several indigenous Heaven and Earth Society organizations who accompanied Luoyang said with trepidation.

"Yes, several of our brothers were beheaded right here, two of them were cut with more than 3,000 knives!" The other leader gritted his teeth.

Luo Yang led a group of generals and indigenous people to visit a special person in the prison, but when they saw the tragic murder execution site, the righteous soldiers who resisted the Qing Dynasty burst into tears and demanded that the captured Qing army members be severely punished.

"I know, this king is well aware of the suffering of our brothers, so he will try to end this as soon as possible!" Luo Yang sighed: "Over the past ten years, how many miserable things have happened on the land of China!" How many innocent people have been displaced and died! ”

The guards hurriedly came to greet them, Luo Yang inquired about some information, encouraged them, and then, led his entourage, and rushed in.

There were more than a dozen Qing army officers captured in the battle, two generals, and several Du Si, guerrillas, and Qianzong, but the highest official was Luo Bingzhang, the governor of Sichuan.

"King Rui?"

"King Rui!"

In the heavily guarded prison, the Taiping soldiers who patrolled non-stop greeted their great commander.

When we finally arrived at a prison cell, the rough iron chains rattled, the huge copper locks were rusty, the bloodstained wooden fences, the layered brick walls, and the narrow iron bars and windows all gave rise to a lot of anxiety in people's hearts.

"Luo Qing Demon? Luo Qing Demon? The guards shouted loudly.

There was no sound, no response.

The embarrassed prison guard cautiously explained to Luo Yang that he had definitely not abused the big villain: "Luo Demon Head? Locke Head? Hurry up, what are you pretending to be dead? ”

Luo Yang waved his hand and asked the guards to retreat, and he gently pushed open the fence gate and walked in.

The light in the room was much dimmer than outside, Luo Yang hesitated for a while to get used to it, and finally saw the area, size, and furnishings of the room.

"Excuse me, does Lord Luo, the governor of Sichuan, live here?" Luo Yang asked respectfully as he stood up.

The straw pile flipped for a while, a broken quilt was torn open, and an old man dressed in a Manchu first-class civil official uniform came out violently, "Yes, who are you?" ”

Luo Yang looked at this Manchu Qing Dynasty member seriously, the vicissitudes of life carved deep furrows on his face, gray beard, copper red face, shining eyes, both hands tightly clutched the string of Buddhist beads around his neck, excluding the big braids that rolled in the straw after being taken off the official hat, and a few blades of grass stained, overall, giving people an awe-inspiring and majestic feeling.

"Governor Luo, Luo Zhitai, this contemptible person is polite!" Luo Yang smiled slightly.

Luo Bingzhang was very surprised, because he saw that the long-haired soldier in front of him was extraordinary, the yellow scarf wrapped around his forehead, and the tattoos on his robe were clearly a prince. Since he was captured, he has imagined all kinds of scenes, being put in the fence of the prisoner car and paraded through the streets, stripped of his clothes and whipped and humiliated, beheaded and cut at the entrance of the vegetable market, and even skinned and burned, as a big man who treats the enemy as fiercely as a tiger, he doesn't care about all this, he waits for the enemy to kill, but, unexpectedly, it is the long-haired prince.

"You, you can't be a wing rebel, right?" Luo Bingzhang sneered.

Luo Yang arched his hand: "Luo Zhitai, our Wing King died of war injuries, and he has been in charge of the dragon for nine days, I am a general under the command of the Wing King!" ”

Hearing the news of Shi Dakai's death, Luo Bingzhang was shocked, and stopped for a while before laughing, "Okay! Well dead! I can't imagine that a hero, although he broke my Chengdu, plundered my Sichuan, and ruined my great cause in the southwest of the Qing Dynasty, he died in the hands of my Luo Bingzhang after all! ”

Luo Yang waited for him to finish laughing, and brought clean water, wooden basins, towels and other things from the door: "Luo Zhitai, please wash your face, the weather is very hot, even if it is cool here, it will be depressed after all." ”

"Humph!" Luo Bingzhang walked over after a little contemplation, swaggered to take the towel, dipped it in water to wash his face, and then sat on the stool that Luo Yang moved, his sharp and vicious eyes glared: "Where are the wines and dishes?" ”

Luo Yang smiled and ordered the entourage outside to bring things, and in an instant, a small table was set up in the room, two high stools, eight dishes of side dishes, four meat and four vegetables, cold and hot, and a large plate of pork knuckle, dark red color, exuding a hot atmosphere, thick oil and water splashes, which was mouthwatering.

"Luo Zhitai, please use it!" Luo Yang gently stretched out his arm and made an inviting gesture, and then picked up the semi-circular wine jar and personally filled a bowl in front of the other party.

"Hmph, you still know the rules!" Luo Bingzhang roared indignantly, coldly took the wine bowl, and drank it all heartily. After savoring the taste of fine wine for a long time, he sat down slowly and nodded frequently: "Good wine, good wine!" ”

"A little thin wine, not a tribute, please use it slowly!" Luo Yang said.

"yes, got it!" Luo Bingzhang glanced at the delicacies on the table, sniffed with his nose, closed his eyes comfortably, enjoyed it very much, hesitated for a while, and then waved his chopsticks and swept the delicacies.

While eating the vegetables, while pouring himself and drinking, Luo Bingzhang greedily and savagely swept away the clouds, and after a while, he almost cleaned up the wine and food, and finally, he grabbed the pig's knuckle, looked at it with greedy eyes, and suddenly sent it to his mouth, munching and biting.

Luo Yang has always sat upright, gentle, and occasionally, symbolically touching a glass.

"Hey, you can eat too, I can't finish these elbows!" Luo Bingzhang's face was already quite satisfied, and even had a smile.

"No, this is what we specially prepared for Luo Zhengtai, and the contemptible people heard that Luo Zhengtai likes to eat elbows, so they asked the chef on the street to make it."

"Okay, good, even if you long-haired thieves are benevolent and righteous, at this point, this governor is convinced! Admire! Luo Bingzhang wiped his mouth with his oily hand, poured a large bowl of wine into it, spit out most of it, it was a gargle, threw the bowl heavily, smashed it on the table, and shattered it with a bang, splashing everywhere.

"Luo Zhengtai, Governor Luo, this is your fault, we are kind enough to improve your life, don't you feel heartbroken for destroying public property and wasting fine wine like this? A wisp of it, when the thought is not easy to come by! ”

Luo Bingzhang sneered: "Okay, okay, don't drag the text to the old lady, let's go, the old man is going on the road!" However, before going on the road, the old man still thanked you very much, this wine and this food are good! ”