Lin Xieyuan is now treated the same as Lao Jiang, a prisoner of war, although the two are not locked together, but the basic living conditions are similar.

There were all kinds of shackles, and by the way, the number of people who guarded him went from two to seven or eight.

The person Yu Jingning wanted to kill in his heart was this guy.

Yu Jingning and his entourage had a fairly smooth operation in Guangdong, fought two ambushes, and on the second occasion, they just brought a small group of guerrilla pirates with them, and they were all captured.

Then I found out that there were not many people in this wave.

Yu Jingning and his group made persistent efforts, constantly encircled and intercepted in the area of Chaozhou and Guangzhou, attacked the local guards in many directions, and fought several major battles, basically drove all the people to the sea.

The naval battle of the Northwest Army was a disadvantage, and after many provocations by the enemy, it had not yet gone to sea to fight.

I have suffered a big loss before, but now I don't want to eat it, and it is not impossible to train the navy when the Japanese are gone.

So you can fight them vigorously on the coast, back and forth.

It is estimated that Yu Jingning has not felt tired yet, and the group of robbers will feel tired first.

When the spring comes, Yu Jingning thinks that when the spring begins, he will be able to completely beat this group of people back to his hometown.

Now that it is February, Yu Jingning estimates that by the beginning of March, he should be able to return to Beijing to resume his life.

Therefore, the issue of Lin Xieyuan's life was naturally put on the agenda.

Lin Xieyuan had a stubbled beard, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and stood up, the iron chains under his feet rattled.

As soon as the movement sounded, all the soldiers around him stood up and watched him vigilantly—lest this fellow do anything more to hurt people's lives.

Lin Xieyuan looked at the people around him, and laughed endlessly, with contempt in his eyes: "I want to be convenient." ”

The soldiers glanced at Lin Xieyuan and did not move.

Lin Xieyuan repeated again: "I want convenience." Even if I am now a prisoner, I am still a civil official of Daheng, if I am really convenient on the ground, and the smell is foul, you don't think it smells, don't you? ”

The soldiers exchanged faces, and the one in the middle stopped a small soldier who was walking this way: "Who, bring a gong bucket here." ”

The little soldier answered, and turned to go elsewhere.

While waiting, Lin Xieyuan seemed to suddenly talk more: "Little brother, how is your prince in Fujian now?" ”

The one at the head gave him a blank look and ignored it, but who knew that the little soldier next to him was not happy: "What Fujian, our prince has gone to Guangzhou in a good manner, and he will be able to triumph in a few days." When he returned to Beijing, he was a great hero, don't want to hurt him again, you can't hurt him! ”

When the leader saw the little soldier answering him, he slapped the little soldier on the back of the head and slapped the person in the eye: "What are you talking to him about!" Stand here and do what you have to do, don't do anything irrelevant. ”

The little soldier bared his teeth and grinned, and his tears were about to be shot out, so he had to stand still and not speak.

After listening to the little soldier's answer, Lin Xieyuan smiled.

He'd been laughing a lot since he was imprisoned, and no one could understand what this guy was laughing at.

But it can still be seen that every time he laughs, the meaning is different.

He laughed again today, which made people look strange, so the soldiers who were guarding outside all turned their faces and stopped looking at him.

Lin Xieyuan laughed to himself for a while, and said in his heart, if you win, I'm afraid it won't leave me alive.

Soon, the gong bucket was brought over, Lin Xieyuan solved it with his back on his back, asked people to take out the things, and sat in place again thoughtfully.

How can he solve this problem?

When people are not in good spirits, it is difficult to concentrate, he thinks about it, his thoughts drift away, he thinks of his wife, and also thinks of the girl he was tempted by in the capital, and now he is still waiting for him.

It's all gone.

Although when he came, he knew that he would die on the battlefield in Jiangnan, but when it really came to this day, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

He is a sinner, and he knows that even if he is held hostage and does bad things, he should understand that he is a sinner wherever he does such things.

Lin Xieyuan shook his head, then wait until the next life to repay the debt, everything has been done, even if he knelt down at this time and said in tears that he wanted to forgive his sins, no one would believe it.

When the rice bowl was brought over today, Lin Xieyuan had just finished drinking his bowl of gruel, and he shook the bowl with a shake of his hand, and the porcelain pieces shattered to the ground.

The soldier at the door turned around again and looked at him in shock.

At this time, there was already a wave of people guarding him, and the one who was the leader scolded and rushed in, glared at Lin Xieyuan, and opened his mouth to scold: "It's not easy to eat a meal, what are you trying to do?" Planning to rebel? ”

Lin Xieyuan smiled awkwardly at the soldier, and snorted: "I don't know what's wrong, I just can't hold this bowl with my hand, and I beat it accidentally, adults forgive me." ”

The soldier glanced at it, and his hands were indeed shaking, and his fingers were still scratched by the porcelain shards, dripping blood.

The soldier frowned, and turned to call for someone to come in and clean up the mess underground.

The little soldier took a dustpan to sweep the floor, and in three or two strokes he rubbed the pile of things in, and wanted to take them outside.

"Wait a minute." The soldier led by Fang Cai suddenly stopped the little soldier who was walking out, intending to dispose of this pile of things, "You count, how many pieces of broken porcelain are in here, can you make a complete bowl?" ”

The porcelain bowl fell five or six petals in total, and the little soldier squatted down on the spot and put the pieces together: "Xiaoqi, it's okay, it's still such a bowl." ”

The soldier at the head glanced at Lin Xieyuan again, and saw that he was still sitting there, watching a group of people pack up the porcelain pieces, with a weird smile on his face.

Strange seepage, that little flag thought.

He hurriedly turned around and said to the little soldier who was cleaning up the broken porcelain: "Okay, go to the city to find someone who can mend the bowl, and ask if you can make up for it, and you can't throw it away." ”

The little soldier replied yes, and the two of them turned together and walked out of the tent.

Lin Xieyuan snorted and slowly lay down again.

Who knew that in the afternoon, a small soldier found that he was sitting and hanging himself behind the door.

Several small flags gathered together, looking at Lin Xieyuan's pale face, they all stepped forward to probe their noses.

It's really a breath.

A small flag patted his hands and snorted coldly: "Okay, it's okay for him to do this, so as not to dirty our hands." Dispose of the corpse and bury it on the spot. Tell me, it's just such a thing, and when the time comes, we will cover up his crimes and let him be honored after his death, is he worthy? ”