In prison.

It's early autumn, and it's already a little cool.

The air was filled with a faint mist, and occasionally a few birdsongs could be heard in the distance.

There are only 12 days before the execution, and the criminals in prison no longer have to go out to serve, and Ji Heng is happy and relaxed.

After eating a few mouthfuls of unpalatable food and pouring a few mouthfuls of cool well water, he handed the wooden tray of rice out of the prison door, and then lay crookedly on the ground, looking boredly at the dark wall.

Life in prison is always difficult.

After all, the Qin Dynasty was no better than later generations, and there were no books and newspapers to read.

The only pastime in prison is probably to quarrel with other criminals, or to sleep with a stuffy head, but if you sleep too much, you will always feel dizzy, and in the end you can only hold your eyes and look for some ways to kill time in this square inch.

Ji Heng is not.

He had so much to recall.

It's just that he doesn't want to remember.

It's painful.

In the ninth dynasty of the ninth dynasty, he has seen too much suffering in the world, and he has also seen too many cases of eating with children and drying corpses in cars.

But in the back he himself was numb.

Helping the world.

Pay the storm in the fall, save the building will fall.

He really had the heart to do it, but he failed again and again, and he gradually doubted himself.

He didn't know how to help the world.

I don't know how to save the people from fire and water.

He couldn't even put an end to the troubled times.

It is as if there is a force in the heavens, and the air conditioner will be restored when the chaos is stirred.

In the eighth life, when he died in Wuzhangyuan, he looked up at the stars, as if in the vast galaxy, he realized some truths.

It's just that as his memory faded, he couldn't remember what he had realized.

Ji Heng lay on the ground, pondered for a while, and finally shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's useless to think too much." ”

"It's tiring to live a lifetime."

"Why bother thinking about the failure of the Ninth Generation?"

"With this leisure, it is better to think about the three philosophical questions of life in later generations, 'Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going'."

Through the high wooden window, the sunlight shone in and fell on Ji Heng's dull face, giving him an extra touch of luster on his face, Ji Heng stretched out his hand to block the not too dazzling sunlight, and finally decided to move his body to avoid direct sunlight.

That's when it happened.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

Where do troubled times come from? When to end? Where do we go?

Ji Heng sat upright on the ground, his eyes rarely became focused and dignified.

However, before Ji Heng could think about it, suddenly a rough knock on the door sounded out of thin air, which also interrupted his thoughts on the spot.

A hint of irritability flashed in Ji Heng's eyes.

The jailer didn't care about this, and continued to push with his hand a few times, and when he saw Ji Heng looking over, he said coldly: "Ji Heng, Ji Gongzi said that he found some books, let you go over and take a look." ”

"No alcohol, no going." Ji Heng closed his eyes directly.

What books does he read as a dying man?

And he was a principled man in prison.

If there is wine, you will speak.

No wine, nothing to talk about.

The jailer's face was slightly gloomy, but he didn't dare to really offend.

Ji Heng is now appreciated by Ji Gongzi, if Ji Heng offends Ji Gongzi, it is really a little unwise.

Ji Heng didn't go, and he couldn't do anything about Ji Heng.

Ji Heng is a dying person, no matter how much he threatens, it is useless, so he can only say: "Ji Heng, I know that you have the will to die, but in the past, Ji Gongzi treated you favorably, and now Ji Gongzi has a request for you, what can you do if you go?" If you befriend Ji Gongzi, maybe you can die a decent death in the future. ”

Ji Heng pretended not to hear.

He grabbed a handful of dead grass and covered it.

Just close your eyes.

Looked at.

The jailer's face darkened, and he finally walked away.

When the jailer walked away completely, and there was no sound around, Ji Heng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of surprise and confusion, and he said in a low voice: "What did I think of just now?" Why can't I remember it all of a sudden? ”

He frowned, reverting to his previous form, trying to get back to his previous state.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

The other side.

After Ji Heng hit a wall, the jailer went to Hu Hai Prison and told Hu Hai the news of Ji Heng's disobedience.

Hu Hai frowned, his expression was slightly dissatisfied, and said, "This Ji Heng really recognizes wine and doesn't recognize people." ”

"Forget it."

"I'd better see for myself."

Hu Hai sat on the desk, looking at the dozens of bamboo slips in front of him, his face was a little bitter.

He thought it would only be a few volumes, but it turned out to be more than seventy.

This made Hu Hai a little uncomfortable.

He didn't like to read books in the first place, and if it weren't for Zhao Gao'er's face-to-face order, he wouldn't even want to read the law.

It's just that with Zhao Gao being imprisoned, the people around him who have not been able to analyze it for him wanted to ask Ji Heng to come over and talk about it by the way, but Ji Heng didn't buy it at all, which made Hu Hai feel quite depressed.

As a prince, how could he have been treated like this?

However, he has been in prison for seven or eight days, and he already has some understanding of Ji Heng's character.

Ji Heng has a lonely temperament.

Completely indifferent to life and death, and does not accept any threats.

And Ji Heng is very eloquent, a few days ago he confronted a few Confucian students, and the Confucian students were speechless.

This made Hu Hai look at it with joy.

I can't wait to go up and scold those Confucian students in person.

But he is also self-aware, knowing that he is clumsy, if there is no Ji Heng's help, he is definitely not an opponent of Confucianism, and in the end he can only sit and watch.

Then he invited Ji Heng over, at first Ji Heng didn't care, or he sent someone to say that there was wine and meat, Ji Heng agreed to come, he wanted Ji Heng to help him come forward, and then reprimanded those Confucian students a few times, but Ji Heng didn't buy it, only said that he used some of his knowledge to exchange for some wine and meat.

He was dismissive at the time.

Who is he? People who want to give him lessons every day line up, and they still need a criminal to teach themselves?

But after hearing Ji Heng say that 'the first emperor Fen VI Yu Lie, Zhen Chang and Yu Yu, swallow two weeks and die the princes, perform the supreme and control the Liuhe, and insist on beating and whipping the world ......', he admitted that he was convinced, and then he was out of control, and completely became the worshipper of Ji Heng's 'wine and meat'.

Hu Hai is also puzzled at times.

Why would you listen to a criminal?

And so respectful?

No matter what he thought, he never thought it through.

just faintly felt that Ji Heng had a temperament that was different from ordinary people.

This temperament is far better than anyone else in the world.

Hu Hai shook his head, opened the bamboo slips, looked at them word by word, and after reading the meal time, he closed the bamboo slips and said with a bitter face: "Alas, so many bamboo slips, what year and month do you want to see this?" I really hope that Zhao Gao is by my side, if Zhao Gao is here, why do I need to think about it myself? ”

"Zhao Gao."

"You're going to make me miserable this time."

"Now not only are you in prison yourself, but even taking me to intercede for you is also hated by your father."

"If I knew this was the case, I would never have interceded for you at that time."

"I don't know when my father will be angry, and I don't know when I will be released."

"Alas......"

Hu Hai sighed faintly and lay straight down.