Beyond the Great Wall

Meng Yuan received Meng Che's order to come to Fanshui to bring Shen Wancong to Mijing.

Shen Wancong has been imprisoned for three months, and his body is bruised.During the period, he also fell ill a few times due to wound inflammation, but he insisted on refusing to write a letter of surrender.During this period, Meng Che came to persuade or threaten three times. The first time, Shen Wancong broke his pen; the second time, he poured all the ink on Meng Che's dragon robe; .Meng Che would lose his temper every time, but he forcibly suppressed his anger when he was in prison.At this time, Shuo had been destroyed.Meng Che established a new dynasty and established his capital in Shujing.Meng Yuan personally went to the prison to force him, but Shen Wancong still refused to submit.

"Where is Meng Che?" Shen Wancong's first words were this when he woke up, he felt that he was in a carriage now, and the speed of the carriage was quite fast.

"Bold sinner, you can call the emperor's name directly?!" There was an explosion outside, he was startled, and the carriage bumped a little.

"Where is he?" Shen Wancong asked again calmly, "Where am I going now?" His eyes were covered by a black cloth, his hands and feet were also bound, and it was extremely tight, and he felt a little pain. "The emperor is in Mijing, I have ordered you to go there."

Shen Wancong heard a voice answering himself, and he struggled to distinguish: "Meng Yuan?"

There was a sudden silence outside, only the sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground, and he didn't make a sound.Because it was dark before his eyes, he fell asleep again in a daze.

It was dusk when I woke up again, and the western sky was like a burning phoenix flower in June.Shen Wancong rubbed the red spot on his wrist, and looked around.Very good, it is no longer a dark prison, but a nice room.

The hollow carved wooden screen cuts off the afterglow that shines into the room, and casts elongated shadows on the ground.I don't know what kind of incense is burning in the incense burner, it probably calms the nerves or something.He opened the gauze curtain and looked at the Tianmu porcelain teapot on the table for a while.In the end he compromised, set off the brocade quilt, got out of bed and poured water.Unexpectedly, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground and hit the wooden frame at the head of the bed.The Jun porcelain bottle on the wooden stand wobbled a few times and fell into his arms.

He was a little dizzy from the fall, and held the cold porcelain bottle halfway against the bed to relax for a while.He shook his head and looked at the bottle intently, thankfully he didn't break anything.It's a nice bottle, it would be bad if it was broken.After he was sure he could stand up, he gently straightened the wooden shelf and put the porcelain bottle upright before pouring water.He was thirsty and drank several glasses.The black-glazed cup draws peonies with lake blue lines, which is very pleasing to the eye.

He was watching, when suddenly a person flashed in: "Emperor Brother." The person's voice was hoarse, it must have been through some accident.Shen Wancong looked intently, and it turned out to be Shen Wanhui.Meng Che didn't seem to see him the day he set fire to Sangchuan, so he really escaped.

"My Dashuo has been destroyed by Meng Che and other traitors, and the Shen family has also been burned to death a lot..." Shen Wanhui approached him as he spoke, with tears rolling down his cloudy eyes.When he was young in Sangchuan, Shen Wanhui's mother and concubine were at odds with Shen Wancong, and Shen Wanhui didn't treat him very well.Shen Wancong stood up and moved back a few steps: "Brother Huang is lucky to have escaped the catastrophe and saved his life."

"Ke Shuomie, I'm homeless!" Shen Wanhui approached him with a strange smell on his body.Shen Wancong looked at him quietly, but moved back a little bit.When he was in Sangchuan, Minwan had told him that Shen Wanhui was trying to seize the throne, and Meng Che had also sternly warned Shen Wanhui and the people in his mansion not to approach Shen Wancong and the former emperor.Meng Che's warning was secretly told to Shen Wancong by the first emperor.

"Imperial brother, thank you for calling you imperial brother, you live without any worries here in Meng Che, but have you ever thought about me! I am your brother of the same father! I am the candidate for the throne after you Ahead!" Shen Wanhui was hysterical and pushed him.He just fell down, and Shen Wancong was pushed a little dizzy by him. In a trance, he seemed to see a little red spot on Shen Wanhui's dusty sleeve.

"Wan Cong, you usually stayed with Meng Che in the past, and you will never forget Meng Che's crazy temper." Shen Wanhui grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pushing him hard Facing the door, "In this way, if you kill him, you can restore Da Shuo..." Shen Wancong felt a little pain in his head when he heard him talking about a traitor, a villain, and a madman.Shen Wanhui's eyes shone with a very strange light, as if he was planning something——

Suddenly he felt a piercing pain in his shoulder, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he cried out in pain.And Shen Wanhui, who was still holding him just now, pushed him to the ground, he hit something again, and became dizzy.Shen Wancong subconsciously grasped the thing that stabbed him with his hands, and when he touched it, he felt a sharp pain.After he found out that it was an arrow, he pressed Shen Wanhui's foot on his chest.He was so trampled that he couldn't breathe, and every cough would drive the wound on his shoulder to tear open.The blood quickly soaked the clothes on his shoulders and wet the carpet drop by drop.

"Hahaha, Shen Wancong, snatching the throne that originally belonged to me, there is only one end!" Shen Wanhui laughed wildly, stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck, "Go to hell!"

He couldn't open his eyes in pain, and suddenly heard another muffled sound, and Shen Wanhui was pushed away.The sound of fists and knives filled his ears, followed by a hoarse scream that cut through the noise like a knife.According to the sound, he slightly opened his eyes——

Shen Wanhui's head was already in a different place, his eyes were wide open with unwillingness, blood gurgled out and stained the ground red; Meng Che held a bloody dagger in his hand, and stood up slowly, panting heavily.His eyes widened in horror, and he struggled to stay away, but when he moved the wound on his shoulder, there would be sharp pain, as if forcing him to face this terrible corpse.

Meng Che looked at him, put aside the knife and hurried forward a few steps: "Wan Cong, calm down." His voice was anxious.

"He, he...Meng Che..." Shen Wancong's voice trembled, his eyes fixed on Shen Wanhui's body, and he spoke incoherently.The wound on his shoulder cracked even more due to the turmoil, and he was so painful that he subconsciously grabbed Meng Che's blood-stained sleeve.

Suddenly his eyes went dark, and Meng Che covered his eyes: "It's okay, there's nothing left." He whispered.Shen Wancong's long eyelashes trembled gently across Meng Che's palm. He wanted to hug the terrified Shen Wancong in front of him, but he had no choice but to give up because of the injury on his shoulder.

The grief and indignation of the previous months suddenly disappeared.Even though I said I hate you, I don't know why Shen Wancong still relies on Meng Che in his heart.These reliance and trust are hidden in front of the family feud, but if there is a sudden change, he will still subconsciously hold Meng Che's sleeve tightly.

He is afraid, so he depends.