The most unlucky crossing in history

Coming out of the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Zhang Hong noticed that Xie Wenyuan was not in a good mood, but he didn't know what Zhong Qiyun did, which made Mr. Xie angry, thinking of the sentence "cheating" that night... ..

As a subordinate, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and he didn't dare to say more, so he could only drive the car dully and send Xie Wenyuan back to the mansion.

As soon as Xie Wenyuan returned to the mansion and changed into his court clothes, Yanzhi over there rushed over and said, "My lord, Master Linghu has come and said he has something to discuss with you."

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"???" Yan Zhe was a little confused, unable to figure out what happened to his master.

Xie Wenyuan saw that Yanzhi hesitated and didn't know how to deal with it. He frowned slightly and sighed slightly, and said directly: "Tell him, I don't know what the crown prince wants to know."

He has a deep understanding of Linghu's temperament, and Xie Wenyuan knows that this person will not give up until he achieves his goal, and will definitely pester him to extend his responsibility and refuse to leave, "If he is still entangled, wandering around and refusing to leave, So I asked the servant to blow him away, and said that I said it."

"Yes......"

"Besides, if there are still people visiting today, they will say that I have suddenly contracted a cold, and I am resting unwell, so it is not suitable to see guests."

Seeing this, Yan Zhi hurriedly said: "But at noon, someone came to the General's Mansion, saying that he wants you to go back to the General's Mansion tonight."

Needless to say, Xie Wenyuan also knows what it is to let him go back at this moment, but today's matter is not the only thing that affects him. Now he is depressed, how can he have the mind to deal with the people in the General's Mansion?

"After you sent Linghu Qing, come to me to get a letter and go directly to the general's mansion and hand it to the general."

"Yes." Yan Zhi wanted to say something else, but seeing Xie Wenyuan frowning slightly, he stopped talking.

Seeing Yan Zhi's response, Xie Wenyuan stopped talking, walked out of the west wing, walked around the front hall to avoid Linghuqing, and walked to the east study.

He really took advantage of Zhong Qiyun and held his life in his hands, that is, he held Wei Hechao's biggest omission in his hands, and he used this to let Emperor Feng Zheng choose.

He also knew the choice of Emperor Fengzheng a long time ago. The current situation in the court is not clear, and the prime minister is too powerful, compared to the prime minister Cao in that dynasty. Now the crown prince is not in good health. This is the clarion call for the struggle of the princes. If we don't suppress Wei Hechao again.

No one can see through or know the fate of the century-old dynasty.

For how long Emperor Feng Zheng suppressed his official position, Xie Wenyuan had a clear mind and understood everything.

Emperor Feng Zheng had no choice but to promote him, so that

People watched him rise and let him compete with the prime minister.Because there is a Xie family behind him.

A Xie family that has produced loyal ministers and famous generals for generations.

He knew what the emperor called him to do, so this time, he had already made up his mind.It's just that Zhong Qiyun's "I believe in you" didn't count.

He was originally one of his pawns, but now he has more bargaining chips, how many times does such a person trust him?Although this person's trust is a good thing for him, Xie Wenyuan wanted to laugh at Zhong Qiyun's overreaching. He obviously has a pair of transparent eyes, but he can't recognize people clearly every time.

But for some reason, he couldn't laugh no matter what, instead he felt bored.Annoyed by Zhong Qiyun's 'letter word'

Xie Wenyuan in this room was irritable, while Zhong Qiyun in the prison over there was very relaxed.

Xie Wenyuan asked him not to eat the food brought by other jailers, so he refused to eat, and fell on the stone bed in the cell, waiting for Zhang Hong to bring him the food.

At night, just as the sun was setting, Zhang Hong came over with a beautifully carved lunch box.

The meals were all brought from Xie Wenyuan's house, who is Xie Wenyuan, there must be no simple things in his house, not even an ugly one for this lunch box.

Naturally, the food was no ordinary prison meal. Zhong Qiyun opened the box, took a look, smelled it, tasted it three times, three dishes and one soup, and the white steamed buns were still steaming.

Tsk tsk tsk, this treatment is like sending him to the execution ground tomorrow, and then giving him his last meal.

Zhong Qiyun had been hungry for a long time, and now he was not polite, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food and started to eat.

After so many days in ancient times, Zhong Qiyun, who had only eaten a normal meal, lamented that the cuisine of Greater China has been so excellent since ancient times. Although the seasonings are not as complete as those in modern times, the taste is indeed very good.

Xie Wenyuan is quite righteous, at least he didn't treat him badly in terms of food.

Zhong Qiyun ate everything, not even the soup.

Zhong Qiyun helped put away the lunch box, handed it to Zhang Hong who was waiting outside the prison door, and said with a smile, "Please, this little brother, please say thank you to Mr. Xie for me."

Zhang Hong glanced at her, thinking in his heart that he made this meal casually in the kitchen, and Mr. Xie had nothing to do with it, but he didn't say anything, just nodded.

Seeing the person nodding, Zhong Qiyun thought it was an answer, so he continued: "Then can I bother you to tell Mr. Xie to cook a chicken tomorrow, oh no, Mr. Xie said in the afternoon that he would leave Jingzhao. …”

When Zhang Hong heard this, he was even more astonished. Whether this person came to go to jail or to stay in a hotel?

To think about what to eat tomorrow?What kind of cheek?

Zhang Hong frowned, didn't say anything, took the lunch box and left directly.

When Zhang Hong returned to the mansion, he happened to meet Xie Wenyuan who was about to go back to his room in the corridor pavilion of the mansion.

Seeing him carrying the lunch box, Xie Wenyuan knew where he had gone, "To the prison?"

"Yes."

Xie Wenyuan nodded. He didn't want to ask more questions, but for some reason, he added a sentence: "Did he say anything?"

Zhang Hong thought about it and said: "He asked me to thank you, and..."

"What?" Xie Wenyuan looked over indifferently.

"He said he wanted to eat chicken stew tomorrow..."

Xie Wenyuan frowned upon hearing this, and then said, "Don't bother with him."

Zhang Hong nodded yes, he was not going to talk to Zhong Qiyun at first.

In the next two days, Zhong Qiyun found that there were several times more people guarding the cell than before.

There were occasional noises outside the door or in the distance, but after all, some people still failed to reach his cell.

Zhong Qiyun, who had never touched anything else while eating the food sent by Zhang Hong, couldn't help but think that although he was safe for the time being, if Xie Wenyuan wanted his life, it would be as easy as pie.

It's not that he didn't have doubts, but in this situation, the person he offended in that trial must want his life more than Xie Wenyuan, so now he can only trust Xie Wenyuan.

As for the aftermath... let's see later.

Just staying in a prison cell like an iron bucket, the news is too closed, the subordinates brought out by Xie Wenyuan are as virtuous as their masters, and they cherish words like gold.He couldn't listen to the chats of his cellmates and get some news like he used to do when he was in Shuzhou Mansion.

He didn't know if the outside world had changed, and he didn't know how far Xie Wenyuan had gone.

No one told him, even Zhang Hong, who came to deliver the meal, kept a straight face and never spoke.

At this time, Zhong Qiyun couldn't fall asleep.

A few days later, on August [-]th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhong Qiyun's left eyelid twitched violently from early in the morning. Zhong Qiyun, who didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, experienced time travel, and somehow believed in it in his heart.

His mother used to say that the left eye twitches fiercely and the right eye twitches badly.

Son, his left eyelid hasn't stopped twitching since he woke up, judging by his situation, he's probably very fierce.

On the night of mid-autumn on August [-]th, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the lights of thousands of houses are brightly lit. It is the time to drink wine and enjoy the moon.

When Zhong Qiyun was hungry, a person holding Xie Wenyuan's token walked into the prison with the lunch box that Zhang Hong usually brought.

The man had smiling eyes and was very friendly to Zhong Qiyun.

"Zhang Hong went home tonight to reunite with his family. I took his shift and came to deliver food to you."

Zhong Qiyun took the lunch box, opened it, and said with a smile: "Yes, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we should get together with our family."

Zhong Qiyun opened the lunch box. The food was the same as usual. He sniffed it and said, "Didn't Zhang Hong tell you that he would bring me roast chicken tonight?"

The man was startled, then laughed again: "That's not true, maybe he forgot?"

Zhong Qiyun picked up his chopsticks and picked up a dish, but it was not as good as before, the dish was already cold.

Zhong Qiyun stood up with a smile and looked at the man: "It's okay, it's okay if you don't have roast chicken, this dish is also very good, thank you brother."

"where--"

However, before the man finished speaking, Zhong Qiyun raised his leg and kicked him hard. The man bent over in pain, Zhong Qiyun turned around and stepped behind him, pinning him to the ground so that he could not move.

Without any hesitation, the plate in his hand fell hard on the man's head and broke into several knots, and the pointed end in his hand directly touched the aorta of the man's neck.

"Did Brother Zhang tell you that I can't eat anything except the food he brought?"

The man saw that he was showing his secrets, but he didn't panic, he laughed loudly: "It's really as Master Xie said, you are very smart."

Zhong Qiyun was startled when he heard the words, and then looked around. There was such a big movement here, but none of the guards moved, and they pretended not to know.

In an instant, Zhong Qiyun's head buzzed.

What else does he not understand?

"Xie Wenyuan wants my life?"

"Now that you understand, what more can you say? Do you think we will let you go at this point?"

Zhong Qiyun frowned and shook his head, not letting go of his grip, "He asked you to come?"

"Otherwise, how do you think I can get into this prison?"

Zhong Qiyun actually guessed that it was impossible for Xie Wenyuan to let him go, but he didn't expect Xie Wenyuan to deal with the outside affairs so quickly, but in just a few days, he was useless to Xie Wenyuan.

"I just thought he would give me a chicken to feed me before I die, or he would personally send me off." He also thought that at least Xie Wenyuan would be hesitant...

The man who was pressed on the ground by him stopped at the words, "If Mr. Xie came in person, would you still be able to show off your prestige?"

"No, your skills are still much worse than him, but if he comes, at least I will find a way to let him go down with me, right? How sad is the road to Huangquan, with him as your company, it is not so bad boring."