In the endless darkness, Glenn heard the sound of the key inserting into the keyhole, and the darkness cracked, and the flickering firelight was split by the fence. Something blocked them all.

"Hey!" who was slapping him in the face, as if it was being separated by a layer of cotton, "wake up." ”

Ah, it's a woman's face, how can a good face make people scratch.

"Help him untie his shackles and bring him to the interrogation room. ”

The face in front of me was gone, only two glittering silver legs, and then the buttocks—covered by the skirt armor, but it was still the buttocks, the pretty butts. She stood up and turned to leave, and she said three words to me. What an impatient woman.

Ge Lan heard the sound of his armor rubbing, and two heavily armed guards walked to either side of him, hey, Ge Lan was set up by them.

Slowly, he remembered that he still had arms, which were holding the guard's neck, and then he remembered that he still had feet, which were now dragging on the ground, cutting two furrows of straw all over the ground, and he slowly remembered what a living person should look like, and he slowly remembered that he was a living man, and he began to try to manipulate the limb that belonged to him on the guard's shoulder.

"Don't move!" shouted the guard on the right.

That's a great affirmation.

Ge Lan puffed up, grabbed the guard's shoulders with both hands, and he felt the power pour into his limbs, and he was a whole person again.

"He seemed to be able to walk on his own. The other guard's tone was tinged with a hint of surprise, a hint of relief.

"Can you walk by yourself?" the guard on the right put his arm around Ge Lan's waist and helped him stand upright.

Ge Lan instinctively opened her mouth, her tongue hanging helplessly in the air.

"Yes. It was a long time before a slurred voice came out of his throat.

Glenn was like a divine child, learning all the skills a human could do in just a few minutes—nothing to be proud of, I know.

The two guards slowly withdrew from under Glenn's arm, one free hand on his shoulder—the prisoner was too angry to share too much weight between the two hands.

With the guard's movements, Ge Lan's feet gradually felt the solid and stable ground, and more and more weight came to his bent knees - the guard let go of his hand, his body suddenly sank down, and finally, the weight no longer increased, and the free hands consciously supported his knees.

One stumbled, but the prisoner still did not stand firmly, and sat back on the ground, the prison floor was hard and awkward, and the two guards also "hissed".

One of them reached out to pull him, but Glenn held the ground with one hand and climbed up at a speed close to that of a healthy person. Pain always stimulates a person's potential more than any other sensation.

The road to the interrogation room was not far, but not too close, with two flights of stairs and three similar passages, and the unburdened guards began to urge them to carry on what they had done.

"You don't care about me, I can keep up. Ge Lan fought back confidently.

But when they heard this, the guards stopped urging. As if reminded, their steps became serious, straightened their backs, and held the prisoner in front of them.

The torches illuminate the blue-gray stone walls, illuminate the iron boots of the guards, and serve as markers of progress: the heavy steps of the iron boots echo in a great but hollow echo, and the shadows move silently across the walls, without these uneven and unevenly spaced torches—could the designer have had such foresight—that one would have wondered if he had stepped into an infinite illusion.

In fact, they walked very fast, and at the last meeting of the road, Ge Lan saw the woman in armor and the two soldiers in Chinese clothes wearing parrots behind him, the guardian of the state religion, and he remembered.

Only then did he notice that the two guards beside him were wearing armor that he had never seen before: although the shape was similar to that of the city gate guards, the color was dull ochre, which was the same blood as the prison uniform on his body, and did not look imposing.

A state religious protector walked up to Qi Duwei and opened the door for her. Qi Duwei raised his leg to enter, only to notice that the prisoner had also turned the corner, not far behind him. She was slightly stunned and didn't close the door.

She sat down at least before the prisoner entered the door, and the law was solemn.

"Go out first. She lifted her chin at the guards.

The two ochre-clothed guards went out first, and the remaining two state religion protectors were stunned for a while, looked at Qi Duwei's eyes, and also went out, and in embarrassment, they didn't forget to bring the door.

There were only two benches and a wooden table in the room, and the oil lamp illuminated the woman's face kindly. Ge Lan was considering whether to sit down.

"What are you doing standing. Qi Duwei moved the oil lamp to Ge Lan's side, and more parts of her body fell into darkness.

Glenn bent down and pulled the bench out a little, the handcuffed chains dragged to the ground, making a series of noises.

"The chain is so long, it's for you to hang. Qi Duwei commented with a sneer.

Ge Lan didn't respond, raised her legs and stepped into the inside of the bench, sat down with her hands down, and the chain scraped to the ground again.

Behind the table, Qi Duwei raised his head, stared at him aggressively, and asked, "What happened at the peace meeting?"

Ge Lan's last memory is the moment when he rushed out of the Tiandao Temple, when the fire had already surrounded the temple, and the golden flames rose up like a wall, it was not a fire that burned slowly—the fire climbed to the height of Qi people in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was no longer visible.

Ge Lan only remembered that he rushed out desperately, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in this cell.

"There's a dragon, it's the one at the White Crane Bridge," Ge Lan jerked his head up from his memory, "a bolt of lightning struck, and then the whole temple caught fire in an instant. ”

"For a moment?"

"Yes. I saw lightning smash into the roof of the main hall...... What about the others? What about the others. He remembered the fortress that the Tang Protector had made out of the roots of old trees.

"They're all dead. Except for you. Qi Duwei's tone was cold, dormant with grief and anger.

"Both...... Dead?" Ge Lan still remembered the great power of the great master to use electricity as a string and thunder into arrows, as well as the skill of the man in black not to fall under him. Unbelievable.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Ge Lan lowered his head, his thoughts in a mess.

"How did you escape?" Qi Duwei continued to ask.

"You don't have any injuries on you. ”

"I'm ......," Ge Lan was awakened by a barrage of questions, "there's a long, thin masked man...... He burst in, told me 'run away,' and got into a fight with the great master......"

"You don't know him?"

"I don't know...... Is he dead too? Have you found it, many...... Corpses or something. "Ge Lan always felt that such a guy would not just die on his own.

"There's nothing left, there. She shook her head, her eyes closed.

......

She took a breath and pulled herself together, "You're not from the Qingping Army, are you. "His gaze is like a knife, trying to rip out his soul.

Ge Lan nodded, then shook her head again.

"That old man, Jia Wenzhao," Ge Lan asked tentatively, "Are you familiar with him?"

"One side. Qi Duwei turned his face away and replied reluctantly.

"I don't know him well," Ge Lan leaned forward and put on a gesture of heart-to-heart, "I don't even know him." But he said that he was here to protect me from the city, so I would be the special envoy of the Ministry of Fire for him. ”

Qi Duwei smiled expectedly, and then asked, "Then do you know why the city gate guards arrested you?" ”

"Because I have a wanted warrant. ”

"Then why are you wanted?"

"Why ...... I"

Ge Lan never thought about this question. From Qi Duwei handing him over to Jia Wenzhao to the fire in Tiandao Temple, everything pushed him too tightly.

Qi Duwei raised his eyebrows, "You've been to the venue of Baiheqiao, I'm not wrong, right?"

She didn't wait for Ge Lan to answer, and then said: "Actually, until the second day of the first lunar month, the peace meeting was set at Baiheqiao, and your information is not wrong. It was the national teacher who suddenly informed us to change the location to Longqiao, that is, a day's work, and you didn't catch up with us to leave Baiheqiao. ”

"Does the Great Master really know that there will be a catastrophe at Baihe Bridge?" Ge Lan felt inexplicably ashamed.

"He didn't say it, he didn't have a chance to say it......" her tone changed to sadness again.

“...... Therefore, those who are still staying at Baiheqiao on the third day of the new year must be some uninvited guests. ”

After that, Qi Duwei saw through him and glanced at Ge Lan as if - although there was no messenger in Chongyun Temple on the third day of the first month, it had the eyes of the national teacher.

“...... As for the three envoys of the Qingping Army," Qi Duwei leaned back, his hands crossed on the table, "They have indeed not arrived in the second year of junior high school, but they are not far away, and we have told ......"

“...... In short, your identity as an envoy of the Ministry of Fire is full of loopholes from the beginning. But since Old Man Jia recognizes you, others have no reason not to admit it. ”

"Then why did he recognize me?"

"I should ask you this," but Qi Duwei could see from Ge Lan's thirsty expression that he was not pretending to be stupid - he was really stupid, "Do you know why Jia Wenzhao is called 'Dragon Emperor Master'?"

Ge Lan shook her head.

"Ride the dragon, ride the dragon, Jia Wenzhao is riding the dragon of Emperor Taiwei," Qi Duwei's tone was full of disdain, "The first emperor suffered when he was young, and he received his favor, and he was crowned as a prince when he ascended the throne." Jia Wenzhao has been on the throne for 21 years, but what he has done is nothing more than taking people's money and asking for land, but he has also mastered the balance skillfully, so that the old emperor can't tear this layer of face. It's just that the old dragon died, and the little dragon didn't let him ride on his head - what did people say that Mrs. Jia had seen through the fortunes of the country and wanted to abandon the darkness and turn to the light......"

"Bullshit!"

Qi Duwei sneered-

"He couldn't ride the dragon anymore, so he had to take the snake on the ground. That is, whoever sends a few horses of silk and a few carts of silver into Jiafu, he can come to you by the way. ”

"Then who saved me?" blurted out Ge Lan.

Syllable!

After a short silence, Qi Duwei slapped his palm on the table, the oil lamp was shaken, the flames trembled violently, and the dull shadows of the two seemed to come to life.

"Make no mistake, I'm interrogating you. She reminded.

Ge Lan was stunned by the sudden slap, buried his head to sort out his thoughts, and said apologetically: "First of all, I promise you that I have no idea what happened in Tiandao Temple that day......"

“...... As for the rest, I don't know what the benefits of revealing it to you would be. ”

He looked up into Qi Duwei's eyes, and moved his hands with chain cuffs, and the chains made a sound on the ground.

......

Knock, knock three times.

The knocker didn't wait for a reply, then opened the door, revealing half of his body.

"Qi Zuo, it's almost time. ”

Although the people who came were dressed in ochre red like the guards, the system was much more elaborate.

"Give me time for half a stick of incense, please. She sat down on a stool and clenched her fists hastily.

"Qi Zuo is really embarrassed brother," the officer shook his head and smiled, "I'll go to the toilet again, Your Excellency hurry up." He turned and walked away.

The door slammed shut.

"Qi Zuo Envoy, I remember......" Ge Lan raised his right hand, wanting to scratch his head, but the iron chain scraped to the edge of the table, "Didn't Jia Wenzhao call you 'Qi Duwei' that day?"

"It doesn't matter," Qi Zuo half-stood up, pressed his whole body against the table, and leaned in front of Ge Lan—almost touching the tip of his nose.

"Listen," her eyes were dark and bright, like a polished obsidian, reflecting Glenn's frightened face, "where you sleep, there is a cell key under the straw, open the door and go down, and when you see the stairs, go down." When I came out and saw the Jun River, I took shelter by the river, and after the unitary hour, there would be merchant ships passing by, and my people were on it. ”

"Aren't you in the same group?" said Ge Lan, referring to the ochre-clad guards.

"It's not. She was visibly anxious, and kept looking at the door behind Glan.

"One last question. ”

Say. ”

"What do you call it?"

"Qi Zhilai. ”

"Ge Lan. ”