Early the next morning.

"Hahahaha, finally wait until today, and you can die right away!"

The prison was full of people, and the prisoners who couldn't take their turn to cut Qiu were knocking on the cell door with bowls and waiting to eat, turning a blind eye to Jiang Xinghuo's joy.

The death row prisoners who were about to be beheaded today looked pale and silent.

The joys and sorrows of people are obviously not the same.

Everyone knows that a big incident happened in the Imperial Prison last night, and it seems that many Jinyi guards failed to conspire against each other, and some bandits who should have been locked up in the civil prison on the west side but were temporarily locked up in the official prison on the east side were also beheaded in a daze.

Strangely, however, none of the prisoners discussed it as if it had never happened at all.

The one who came to serve the meal was the jailer Jiang Xinghuo saw last night, Lao Wang.

Lao Wang scooped up the gruel in the wooden barrel, and the spoon wanted to turn it up habitually, but when he saw that it was Jiang Xinghuo, he poured the gruel with a flick of his wrist, and gave Jiang Xinghuo a few spoonfuls of thick porridge at the bottom of the wooden barrel.

The probe looked at the red dates in Jiang Xinghuo's bowl, and the old man in the prison on the right shook his head and chanted: "Yaofangmen dates, they can be about two inches long, the skin is as red as blood, or green and yellow and Zhu Cuo, they are cute, white and snowy, the taste is sweet to honey, they are crisp and loose, and they are broken to the ground." ”

Jiang Xinghuo buried his head in drinking porridge, rolled his eyes and said when he heard this.

"Speak human words."

"Dates are good."

And the prisoners in the prison beside him obviously did not have Jiang Xinghuo's treatment, the jailer Lao Wang snorted coldly, his wrist shook and trembled, and a spoonful of gruel was put into the bowl, leaving only a few mouthfuls of yellow soup and water, which was extremely pitiful.

The prisoners, who only had their turn to drink gruel, dared not speak out, and in the edict, offending the jailers was obviously not a wise decision.

Jiang Xinghuo finished drinking the porridge and lay on the straw pile and lifted Erlang's legs.

It's a good feeling!

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but sigh, since he crossed over, he hadn't slept like this sweetly for more than a year.

Even in the gentle township of the good girls on the Qinhuai River, they didn't sleep as well as last night's straw pile.

You can die right away!

As soon as I think of this, the death I dreamed of pursuing would end with a sense of ritual like a curtain call.

Jiang Xinghuo's heart rose with intense excitement.

With a hint. The long-lost desire to perform.

This desire to perform, of course, is not that he hates to go to the Qinhuai River to dance now.

Rather, it is a kind of "martyr" who puts himself in the role of a "martyr" who dedicates himself to a certain spirit.

To put it simply, it's in the play.

Well, this is similar to an actor entering the play, thinking of himself as a loyal minister and filial son of Emperor Jianwen who was really punished by Zhu Di and the ten clans.

Of course, actors will always wake up at the last second of entering the play, only to know what they have just done, and they are surprised to find that they are acting.

However, Jiang Xinghuo didn't open his eyes immediately, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the quiet and peace at the moment.

At this time, Jiang Xinghuo's mind had already outlined how impassioned he was on the autumn beheading ground, how he chanted the song "Writing in Prison", and how he made the name of Jiang Xinghuo in Jingting Mountain circulate in history.

Jiang Xinghuo recalled a certain video he had watched in modern times, and suddenly became a little interested.

He stood up, his eyes still closed, and extended his hand as if he were dancing with a non-existent person.

"Are you death?"

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head and reached out to push away the air in front of him.

"A quiet death, without dramatic tension."

Jiang Xinghuo's desire to perform gradually exploded, and he stretched out his arms suddenly.

"At the moment. The curtain is rising. ”

"My gig, it's on!"

Jiang Xinghuo is in a certain yoga posture, with his hands folded above his head, one foot leaning on the knee of the other leg, and the golden rooster is independent.

"I revive from filth and silt. I am the scorching green lotus. I am the only beauty. ”

Jiang Xinghuo's hands were strangled around his neck.

"Art should be intimidating!"

The tighter it gets.

"Art is worth the pain!"

Jiang Xinghuo sensed a certain threshold, and he tried to let go of his hand.

The breath in his throat continued to exhale.

"Art. There will be quite."

"Bang!"

The door to the cell was kicked open.

Zhu Gaoxu rushed in with great interest.

"Mr. Jiang!"

But as soon as he walked two feet away in front of Jiang Xinghuo, he suddenly stopped, and stared blankly at the finger-thick red mark on Jiang Xinghuo's neck after he put down his arm.

"Mother's ?!!"

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes widened.

Is that

Zhu Gaoxu threw Jiang Xinghuo to the ground in an instant, and then clasped Jiang Xinghuo's hands behind his back, and said in a thick nasal voice while busy.

"Mr. Jiang, don't think about it!"

"I'm coughing cough!"

"I know what you mean, your neck is red, don't say it yet."

Zhu Gaoxu's face was full of excitement.

[You know a hammer, you're going to crush me to death]

"I have good news for you!"

"What?!!"

[I just want to be beheaded now, I don't want to hear any 'good news']

Zhu Gaoxu took out a document from his arms and handed it to Jiang Xinghuo, who was twisting his neck on the ground.

The official documents of the Criminal Department and the bright red seal on it are clear.

"The Qin prisoner Jiang Xinghuo, because he saw through the rebellion and lawlessness of the reeds and other rebellions, and built a special honor, the sacred heart was very comforted, and the beheading was commuted to 30 years in prison."

"It's useless, not for thirty years at all." Zhu Gaoxu shouted: "It only takes a few more months, until next year, the emperor has changed the name of the first year of Yongle, and when the time comes, you will be released from prison with amnesty to the world!" ”

"That's what it means."

"-You don't have to die today!"

I don't know if there is some brain hypoxia and ischemia, Jiang Xinghuo's ears kept ringing in his ears, and there was an echo.

[You don't have to die today! 】

[Don't die! 】

Jiang Xinghuo's heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer.

All the desire to perform faded in an instant.

Disillusioned.

The heart is like ashes.

He stared blankly at the bearded man in front of him.

As soon as his eyes closed, he fainted.

In the chaos, Jiang Xinghuo faintly heard a voice ringing in his ears.

"The old man has already diagnosed his pulse, and the pulse is stable, full of vitality like everything competing."

The old man's voice was somewhat familiar, but Jiang Xinghuo, who was in a semi-coma, had no impression of it.

"If I want to say, Mr. Jiang is just too excited."

It's that Tie Hanhan

"Yes, even a gentleman like Jiang Lang who regards death as if he were at home, originally had the idea of dying, but now when he hears that he doesn't have to die, the contrast is naturally too great, and he faints happily."

Middle-aged handsome guy Cao Gongzi.

I don't know how long it took, but with a violent beating, something cold sprayed on my body, and then began to feel as if it was being roasted by fire.

[I must be dead, this is the next life to travel to the prisoner, right? 】

Jiang Xinghuo, who seemed to be trapped in a boundless darkness, used all his willpower to open his eyes suddenly.

The dazzling sunlight made him dazed for a moment, and when he got used to it and saw the surrounding environment clearly, Jiang Xinghuo was stunned.

I saw him lying on a dilapidated bed, and there were torture instruments with unwashable blood stains everywhere in the room, revealing the decoration style of "torture and torture" everywhere.

But more importantly, to his left and right sat an old man with gray hair and a handsome and dashing middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is holding a feather fan, his eyebrows are flying, and he has a bit of elegant temperament, if you don't look at the feather fan that doesn't match the prison uniform.

"You see, the old man said that it would be nice to have a snort and a fire cup." Yuan Jue said with a smile.

Jiang Xinghuo looked down with difficulty, and there were a lot of notes on his body that were burning in the jar.

Seeing Jiang Xinghuo looking left and right, Li Jinglong took out something from his sleeve and shook it in front of Jiang Xinghuo's eyes.

"Is Jiang Lang looking for this note?"

"It's this note that made you a meritorious person who saw through the lawlessness of the rebel army, would rather die than keep secrets, and establish special honors."

Li Jinglong shook his feather fan and boasted to himself: "However, Jiang Lang, you can survive, thanks to my strategic planning and command of the chaos in the prison last night, I risked my life to notify the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies, mobilize the city defense army, and under my wise command, annihilate the chaotic army in one fell swoop, and kill a chicken and dog!" I heard that the rebel army was already approaching Jiang Lang at that time. ”

[Except for the two little officials, no one disturbed my sleep at all last night, okay? 】

At this time, Zhu Gaoxu walked in with a bowl of water and humming a little song, and when he saw that Jiang Xinghuo woke up, he put down the water and walked to him excitedly, holding Jiang Xinghuo's shoulders with both hands and swaying back and forth.

"Mr. Jiang, are you alright?"

As if he was hit by the highest frequency of the fascia gun, Jiang Xinghuo's face was shaken out of the afterimage by him.

"I'm a horse. Above. Only. By. You. Shake. Yes. Affair. Finish. ”

Zhu Gaoxu hurriedly stopped, Jiang Xinghuo "banged" with the fire pot on his chest, abdomen and limbs, and lay on the hard bed without love.

[I really want to lie on the board]

"Mr. Jiang, let me tell you what happened last night."

[I don't listen]

Jiang Xinghuo closed his eyes.

Mr. Jiang was so serious, leaving only my sense of hearing to listen. Well, I have to give Mr. Jiang a good talk today! Zhu Gaoxu cleared his throat.

【. 】

Jiang Xinghuo covered his ears.

But because of his loud voice, his voice still leaked in, Jiang Xinghuo never knew that the bearded man still had a talent for storytelling in the style of romance.

"Let's say that the rebels chased to the atrium, only to see that a general in the court blocked the way like a mountain and a mountain."

"Look at this general: the horizontal stick is immediate, nine feet tall, and he is proud and calm between Gu Pan, and he has the heroic spirit of the Han and Tang Dynasties."

"What's even more eye-catching is the black beard with sideburns, Zari Zasha, it's really like a black god."

"This leopard's eyes were opened, and a few purple lightning flashed in the night sky."

"Phew!"

"This general shouted loudly: Listen to the rebel army on the opposite side, take a step forward, that is, there is no place to die, you should retreat quickly, don't belittle your own good life!"

"As soon as the words came out, it was like thunder, and when they smelled such might, the rebels of the chaotic army were terrified, and they all wanted to go first."

Hearing this, even Li Jinglong, who loves to brag, stayed in Bengbu, and it wasn't you who was suppressed behind the tree by the rain of arrows last night, right?

Your artistic processing is too outrageous, I don't know if I heard it from "Sui and Tang Haojie Pinghua" or "The Biography of Yue Feiping".

Why don't you stop being outrageous and copy it directly according to the template of Yang Zaixing alone breaking through the 800,000 gold barracks?

[The book says it well, don't say it next time]

Jiang Xinghuo endured it for a while, and finally listened to the bearded braggadocio.

It probably means that he fought dozens of them one by one, and last night he got rid of the Jinyi guards who were making trouble in the edict prison.

Then Cao Jiujiang went to inform the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies, and the city defense army was dispatched under the emperor's anger, and directly crushed the rest of the rebellious troops hiding in the Guwang Mansion into powder, and the whole mansion was basically killed.

"So last night, those two officials released the other prisoners who were temporarily detained in the official prison on the east side?"

"Exactly." Li Jinglong said.

"And what happened to the prisoners?"

"I tried to escape from prison, but I was beheaded half a day in advance, and I hung it on the city gate tower of Jinchuan Gate with the rebel army of King Gu."

Hearing this, Jiang Xinghuo was already speechless.

[I knew I would go out with me]

"And what is this note?" Jiang Xinghuo asked weakly.

Li Jinglong's words were conclusive: "This is evidence that the rebels plotted rebellion and killed Zhongliang, and was entrusted to Jiang Lang by Lu Zhaochen's deputy Qianhu, and Jiang Lang still risked his life in the face of the rebels' blades and survived." Lu Qianhu's family, colleagues, and comrades-in-arms thanked Jiang Lang for his righteousness, and jointly wrote a blood letter to play His Majesty. His Majesty personally praised Jiang Lang for being 'heavy on a promise and light on life and death', so he issued an order to the Criminal Department and Dali Temple, specifically exempting Jiang Lang from the death penalty, so that when the Yuan is changed next year, the world can be released from prison with amnesty! ”

"Actually, this note was stuffed to you by the little official, but it doesn't matter, I made gold to seal his mouth, and you can't run away from this credit."

Zhu Gaoxu frantically invited credit next to him.

A line of tears dripped from the corners of Jiang Xinghuo's eyes.

[What kind of sin have I created?]

Jiang Lang was moved and cried.

Li Jinglong covered his face with a feather fan and said, "I was also a little moved and wanted to cry." ”

Zhu Gaoxu said sincerely: "Mr. Jiang, you have worked too hard to teach us on weekdays, this is what we should do as disciples, you don't have to be moved like this." ”

"A man of temperament is as it should be." The old man Yuan Jue took a sip of wine: "This is the teacher treating the disciple with sincerity, and the disciple repaying the teacher's kindness with righteousness!" For the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, they looked at each other and wept, this master-apprentice friendship was too touching for the old man. ”

In this situation, the other party tried his best to save himself, Jiang Xinghuo said that he was not moved, but it was actually fake.

But.

[I don't want you to save meow! 】

Of course, this cannot be said.

After all, this is the second time that the bearded man has tried to rescue himself, and this time he has succeeded!

Both of them are benevolent and righteous to "help" themselves, who can really believe that they just want to die?

Regardless of the heart, to this extent, it can be described as true love.

So do you want to scold him?

Jiang Xinghuo really can't do this kind of "grace" to take revenge, although the other party doesn't let him die, it is really a revenge for him.

Jiang Xinghuo's heart was also a little touched, and his emotions were extremely complicated.

In the end, Jiang Xinghuo tightened his cheeks and gritted his teeth and held back five words.

"-I thank you!"

Zhu Gaoxu: "Where Mr. Jiang said, I see the outside." ”

Li Jinglong: "That's right, that's what we should do." ”

Jiang Xinghuo's hope of reincarnating again was completely disillusioned, he stood up and sat on the couch, thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so he got up and said: "Everyone, since this is the case, then Jiang Mou has thanked you for your help, and we will talk about it later." Jiang Mou's body is fine, it is getting late today, Jiang Mou went back first. ”

"Mr. Jiang"

"Huh?"

"You've only been in a coma for the morning, it's noon, it's time to lecture."

[Lao Tzu can't die, and I'll still talk about your meow's lesson!] 】

"Yes, don't worry, let's go on." Li Jinglong hurriedly said.

"No need."

"Farewell!"

Jiang Xinghuo pulled his legs and left.

Then, it froze in place.

"What's wrong with Mr. Jiang?" Zhu Gaoxu asked suspiciously.

Yuan Heng twitched his nose, smelled the smell in the air, and said uncertainly: "Maybe it's too violent, and the paper in the fire pot has burned the meat." ”

(End of chapter)