Just when Li Yu was worried about corruption and bribery, Feng Fuyu's people were following people in Xiangyang.

The man stayed in the inn for the past few days, and when he went in, he was dressed in a short dress, and when he came out, he turned into a scholar.

In front of a bookstore.

"This is my master's manuscript, can you see if you can print it?"

"I'll see."

The bookstore guy took the manuscript and looked at it, and said, "No problem, you can print it, how much do you want to print?" What are the requirements? ”

"Let's go in and talk about it."

"Okay, okay."

The man led the man into the inner room.

A scholar walked down the street.

When I saw the bookstore, I looked around, and then walked in with square steps.

Flip through the shelves of all kinds of books with the scent of ink.

"Dude, buddy?"

"Hey, here we are."

A guy came out of the room.

"I have an old book, I don't know if you want it?"

The guy was stunned.

"Old books? We only sell new books, not old ones. ”

As soon as the curtain was lifted, the man who wanted to print the book walked out, looked at the scholar who was going to sell old books, and said, "What old books?" My grandfather likes old books, I'll take a look. ”

The little sarcoma on the man's face trembled.

The scholar took out an old yellowed book and shook it in front of the man.

"Oh? Let's go to a clean place and talk. ”

The sarcoma walked in front, the scholar followed, and the two left the bookstore one after the other.

Turning into an alley, sarcoma saw that there was no one around, and then turned around.

"Why are you here?"

The tone of the sarcoma is not good.

The scholar looked back at the mouth of the alley, and then replied: "The wind is too tight these days, I have to be careful." ”

"Come with me, it's not safe here."

The sarcoma gestured to the scholar, walked quickly through the two alleys, and came to the door of a small courtyard.

He stepped forward and knocked on the courtyard door.

After waiting for a while, an old voice in the courtyard asked, "Who?" ”

"Me."

With a squeak, a crack opened in the courtyard door, and the people inside glanced at the sarcoma, and then opened the courtyard door.

The sarcoma flashed into the courtyard, and the scholar followed closely.

The small courtyard is not big, it looks like it has not been inhabited for a long time, the courtyard is full of wild grass, the doors and windows are withered, and there are occasionally one or two wild cats barking.

The sarcoma was in front and the scholar was in the back, and they passed through the small courtyard, through a small corner door on the wall, and entered another courtyard.

At first glance, it is a large family, and the courtyard is clean and neat.

The flower beds are neat and stylish.

Through the Moon Gate, we came to another small courtyard.

Sarcoma stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Master, someone is here."

"Come in."

Sarcoma opened the door and let the scholar in, but he stood outside the door.

"I've been waiting for you for days."

Voices rang out in the room.

"The wind is too tight these days."

"But bring a letter from the lord?"

"Well, brought it."

There was a sound of turning books, stabbing ~~ There was a sound of tearing the pages.

"That's it."

There was silence in the room.

After a while, the voice said, "I know, please rest assured, my lord, I will do my best to complete it." ”

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"Hmm."

With a creak, the door opened, and the scholar walked out.

"Get him out of town."

"Yes."

The sarcoma left with the scholar.

In the room, Zhang Jun closed his eyes and said nothing.

Torn pages sit on the eucalyptus table.

There's nothing special about it.

It's just that there are speckled ink spots underneath some of the text.

As long as you read these words with ink dots together, you will find that it is a command.

“…… Fire...... Grain...... Urgent ......"

In just three words, Zhu Wen's needs have been expressed.

He needed not only firearms, but also food, a lot of food.

Zhang Jun's brows furrowed, he knew that these things were difficult to do.

But no matter how difficult it is, he has to find a way, otherwise his net worth and life will not be guaranteed.

When you get on Zhu Wen's thief ship, you can't get off again.

At the beginning, he was the prime minister of the DPRK and China, and he also introduced Zhu Wen as foreign aid, otherwise his position would not be guaranteed.

Thinking that they could establish meritorious deeds, combined with Zhu Wen's vital interests, they discussed borrowing the power of the imperial court to find a way to kill Li Keyong.

On the one hand, it can destroy a strong vassal for the imperial court, which is exactly what Emperor Li Ye wants. On the other hand, he also used the hands of the imperial court to destroy Zhu Wen's great enemy.

Zhu Wen is cunning, although he pays lip service to support the imperial court and Zhang Jun, he only sent a thousand people, which means something.

As a result, it can be seen that this plan to kill people with a knife failed, and the only remaining tens of thousands of forbidden troops in the imperial court were destroyed.

The imperial court has completely become a bare-bones commander, with no soldiers, no generals, no food and no salary.

caused such a consequence, Zhang Jun did not have the face to continue to yell at the court, so he had to withdraw from the government and return to his hometown.

When Li Yu went to invite him by letter, he was still optimistic about Zhu Wen in his heart, and the news naturally spread to Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen was cunning and asked Zhang Jun to follow Li Yu's side in case of accidents.

Zhang Jun's youngest son was taken by Zhu Wen to Kaifeng to be raised.

Zhang Jun can't do it if he doesn't obey orders.

It's just that he pities Zhang Ge, Zhang Jun's eldest son, he doesn't know anything.

"Alas, Ge'er, don't blame me, I lied to you that my younger brother died, in fact, it's actually in Bianzhou!"

After coming to Nanyang, Li Yu treated himself well, and Nanyang also grew stronger day by day, and gradually had the momentum of rise.

Looking at Zhang Ge's energetic appearance, he was very conflicted.

Li Yu's development momentum is strong, Zhu Wen's development has reached a bottleneck, although Li Yu is still a lot worse, but the future development can be expected.

Seeing the big ship go farther and farther, he went the other way.

It's hard to put into words.

The food incident has already happened, and there is no chance to get it again.

But the musket, you can try it.

You must know that it was two years ago when I got a gun, and now no one has paid attention to this matter for a long time, so this should be okay.

Leave the courtyard.

Zhang Jun came to the front hall of the main courtyard.

I saw that the eldest son Zhang Ge was arranging affairs in the front hall.

"You guys come with me to the refugee site tomorrow to help, there are not enough people."

"Yes."

The servant nodded in agreement.

"Ahem."

Zhang Jun coughed, and Zhang Ge saw that it was his father, so he hurriedly got up.

"Father."

"Well, is the refugee site busy?"

"Yes, there are a lot of refugees coming these days, and there are a bit of insufficient manpower, so I am arranging for my family to help."

"Well, you have to pay attention to your body too."

"Yes."

"I'll help tomorrow too!"

"Father's ......"

After the scholar broke up with sarcoma, he walked through several alleys and headed for the inn.

As soon as he came out of the alley, a large net fell from the sky and tied him strongly.

Seeing this, the scholar stretched out his hand into his arms, but was held down by several big men who rushed out.

The sallow old man pinched his chin and shoved a large strip of cloth into his mouth.

Several people put the dead fish-like scholar into a sack and carried it away.

Inside the prison.

Scholars are no longer what scholars look like.

The clothes were tattered, and the cloak was scattered.

He was tied to a stake.

Not far in front of him, a brazier was burning brightly, and several soldering irons of different shapes were licking the flames, red and yellow, glowing with sparks.

A strong man dipped the nine-strand cowhide whip in his hand into the salt water, and when he took it out, he pulled his head and tail with both hands and tensed it vigorously.

There was a crackling sound accompanied by splashing water droplets.

Let the embarrassed scholar tremble.

He knew that the pain that awaited him was coming again.

Bang Bang Bang ~~

Bang Bang Bang ~~~

Yes~

Belch~

Ah~~~

A lone wolf-like howl resounded through the prison.

The strong man rounded his leather whip and flew over the scholar's body.

Every time you whip down, it's a bloody cut.

After more than a dozen whips, the scholar's clothes became rags of fishing nets.

The scholar was like a live fish on a chopping board, with horizontal and vertical knife cuts on his body, and if Li Yu saw it, he would definitely recognize it as a squirrel fish's knife skills.

Seeing that the scholar had fainted, the strong man stopped the whipping, scooped out a scoop of water, and poured it down on his head with a bang.

"Ah~~~~"

The scholar was like a dying man who had been angry, and gradually came to his senses.

"Tell me, where are you from? What are you doing in Xiangyang? Who's it for? ”

“……”

"Don't say? Then try this. ”

A little old man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks said sharply.

In front of the scholars, a cowhide bag was lined up on the eucalyptus table.

He pulled out a long, slender, pointed iron skewer and shook it in front of the scholar's eyes.

"Any idea what this is?"

Seeing that the scholar didn't look at it, he asked himself and replied: "Iron skewers." ”

"What's it for? Of course, it's for your fingers, so why don't you try it?! Hehehehe~~~"

The little old man's voice was like a night owl, cold and harsh.

He walked up to the scholar, and a strong man held his palm.

The old man inserted two fingers between the scholar's fingers.

"Ah~~"

The scholar howled miserably, shaking the chains on his body with a loud noise, and his body slammed back and forth on the stake.

The iron skewer was inserted very slowly, little by little, and every time it moved, the scholar howled miserably.

"Did you say that?"

"Ah~"

"Wow~~~~"

"To say or not to say? To say or not to say? ”

The old man's fingers flicked gently left and right at the end of the iron skewer, and the scholar died in pain.

"Ah~~hehehe~~ I said, I said~~~"

"It would have been okay if you said no earlier?! Hey, hey, hey~~~"

This laughter in the dark cell is like a wild ghost crying, making people's backs chill.