King's Landing [Rebirth]

The carriage is small, and it seems a bit crowded when two people sit in it. Sima Rong's hands are tied behind his back, and a thick cloth is tied around his mouth. He can't move, and he can't shout. Seeing that this man was thick and expressionless, knowing that he was just following orders, he stopped looking and turned his eyes elsewhere.

There were some sundries in the corner of the carriage. There was a hemp rope as thick as a little finger, a cloak of inferior fabric, and a bamboo hat with a hood. It seemed that they were all prepared for him.After all, he lived in the prime minister's mansion, which was heavily guarded. If the other party wanted to rob him at night, it would be difficult for him to go to heaven, and since he couldn't make it public in broad daylight, he needed something to cover his eyes and ears.

Seeing that Sima Rong was no longer struggling, the strong man on the opposite side just looked around quietly and calmly. He couldn't help feeling vigilant, fearing that he would find an opportunity to escape, so he quickly pulled out the rope from the corner to tie him up, and pulled out his hand from his sleeve. He took out a piece of black silk and covered his eyes.

Sima Rong's eyes were suddenly dark, so he closed his ears and listened to the carriage walking on the stone road. He knew that he hadn't left the city yet, and he remembered the direction of several turns, guessing that he was heading south of the city. Some can't figure it out.

Sima Rong sat upright, almost motionless, only twisting his hands behind his back, carefully pondering the knots on his wrists, his heart relaxed slightly, and he began to fumble for the ropes tied around his body again.

What he did most often when he was depressed in his previous life was not to write and draw, but to take out the long rope hidden under his pillow to understand and untie it. When he was most difficult, he even thought about hanging himself with the rope, but in the end he threw it. He didn't want to let it go until he reached the beam, but he didn't think about it again, but the rope became thinner and thinner, his fingers became more and more flexible, and he could quickly untie many complicated knots with his eyes closed.

The carriage stopped slowly, the man put Sima Rong on a cloak, put a bamboo hat on him, adjusted the veil of the hat, then pushed him out of the carriage, and restrained him by the side, while the cloth that was blindfolded and tied around his mouth was covered. The hood is covered, and the ropes on the body are covered by the cloak. Although such an appearance is rare, it is not uncommon, so it is not obtrusive in the eyes of others.

Sima Rong vaguely heard the high and low cries from a distance, but it was extremely quiet nearby. He guessed that it was in a certain alley or the back door of a certain house, and then he was forced to lift his feet up the steps and across the threshold. , turned left and right, entered a room, was tied to a porch pillar, heard the footsteps of the man walking out, quickly held his breath, and remained motionless.

There was no more sound in the silent room, but Sima Rong pressed his lips tightly and listened intently. After a long time, when he could hardly hold on anymore, there was a sudden sound of cloth rubbing not far in front of him, and then It was the sound of footsteps. Those footsteps did not come in from the outside, but went out from the inside. It was obvious that someone had been staring at him for a long time.

Not long after, another person came in. That person stopped in front of Sima Rong, untied the cloth towel that was tied around his mouth, and asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

This voice has never been heard before, Sima Rong paused, and replied: "Wang Chi, the name is Yan Qing."

"What I'm asking is your original name."

"Yuansheng."

"Birth name."

Sima Rong said without hesitation, "My real name is Yuan Sheng."

The man paused, and then said: "Yuan Sheng is just an ordinary servant, how could he have anything to do with the Xie family? I just want to ask you, what are you trying to hide by the prime minister's side?"

Sima Rong was slightly surprised, but there was no emotion on his face, and he said calmly: "I'm sorry I don't understand, but the prime minister has a kindness to me, and I'm just loyal to him. How can I talk about incognito?"

"Your temperament is very different from that of Yuan Sheng. Since I have arrested you, I have already investigated the words and deeds of the two of you as well as your likes and dislikes. Instead of making sophistry, you might as well explain it honestly and pretend to be Yuan Sheng. Sheng, what are you going to do? But to harm the prime minister?"

Sima Rong's face remained unchanged: "The next one is Yuan Sheng."

"..."

"Whether I will be against the prime minister, what does it have to do with you? Are you here to interrogate me for the prime minister?"

"Exactly."

The corner of Sima Rong's lips curled into a sneer, obviously not believing it.

The man seemed to see what he meant, and said again: "You are with the Prime Minister all day long, and you can win the trust of the Prime Minister with your clever words, but the Prime Minister doesn't know your true face, but we are just bystanders. Once the Prime Minister knows your identity, do you think he will use you again?"

Sima Rong almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and said to himself: The Prime Minister doesn't know my true face?Are you fools who can rule the government at a young age?

The man observed his expression and said, "It's up to you to believe it or not, but if you refuse to tell the truth, don't regret it if you suffer later."

Sima Rong frowned slightly, but still remained silent. This person was neither happy nor angry during the interrogation. Obviously he didn't really care about his identity. The person behind the scenes should be the one who went out earlier, and whether to punish him or not depends on his identity. See what that person means.

Sure enough, this person asked some more questions with similar purpose, then turned around and walked out, closed the door and went down the steps, and whispered in the yard: "My lord, if he refuses to recruit, will he be tortured?"

There was a moment of silence in the yard.

Sima Rong listened attentively, quickly untied the rope around his wrist, and then untied the rope around his body, raised his hand to lift off the black cloth blindfolded, closed his eyes before opening them, and saw that the windows were covered with window paper, so he tiptoed away Going to the door, looking out through the slit, his eyes fell on a straight and tall figure, which seemed somewhat familiar, and his eyes flickered slightly. Although he was not sure, he had a rough guess.

The one who was called an adult outside never opened his mouth. After a long time, he suddenly turned his head and looked over.

Sima Rong was taken aback, and hurried back with light steps, blindfolded himself again, tied the rope skillfully, and just stopped when he heard the door being opened, followed by the sound of messy footsteps, which seemed to be a mess. Individuals are lined up on both sides.

The person who was interrogating before was pacing back and forth in the room, rummaging through his hands, and said, "There are eight instruments of torture here, I'll give you another chance, shall we use them or not?"

Sima Rong restrained his cold and indifferent tone, and said with a bit of grievance: "I am really Yuan Sheng, and it was Lu's mansion who sent me to the prime minister's mansion. If you want to ask, you can ask Lu's mansion. I am a little servant. What can I do? What exactly do you want me to recruit?"

"It seems that you are toasting and not eating fine wine." The sharp weapon in the man's hand jingled, "My lord, did I use torture?"

Sima Rong didn't hear a response, but soon felt a chill on his cheeks, his whole body tensed up, thought quickly in his heart, and shouted tremblingly: "Second Young Master, help!"

The coolness on his face suddenly disappeared, and the man was stopped by someone, and he asked in surprise, "My lord?"

The black scarf on Sima Rong's face was torn off by one hand, he hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended not to adapt, opened them again, and suddenly saw Lu Zixiu standing in front of him with a cold expression, opened his eyes wide, and said in surprise and joy : "Second Young Master!"

Lu Zixiu's eyes moved slightly, then quickly cooled down, and he smiled tepidly: "How do you know I'm here?"

Sima Rong looked at him in confusion: "I didn't know the Second Young Master was here, I just called out in a moment of impatience."

Lu Zixiu was slightly taken aback, his expression seemed to loosen, his eyes fell deep in his pupils, he became firm again, and said with a smile: "You have shown your talents around the prime minister, and everyone praises you for your extraordinary bearing. Pretending to be in front of you?"

Sima Rong remained silent, because everyone praised Lu Zixiu as gentle and gentle as jade, and he never doubted him from the beginning to the end. He never thought that Lu Zixiu would be so decisive. Grabbing himself without warning... I actually underestimated him.

With a smile on his face, Lu Zixiu still had his usual gentle appearance. He raised his hand to touch his face without any ambiguity. He just groped along his outline with his fingers, as if looking for a flaw, but he didn't find it in the end. Feeling strange, he looked down at his neck again, and finally frowned.

Sima Rong pretended not to know: "Second Young Master, what are you doing?"

Lu Zixiu withdrew his hand and looked at him indifferently: "Where did you hide Yuan Sheng?"