Are you hungry for the throne?

An Yuan looked at Zhang Feng, this man was good at martial arts.It took a lot of effort to catch him that day.

If thunder changes the sky, someone will fall in front of him.How could An Yuan not be curious?Looking at his clothes, he knew that this person was not from Dayue.Not to mention, weird accents, weird expressions.

So An Yuan caught this man and threw him into the dungeon.The intermittent criminal law for a month failed to erase the light in these eyes.

An Yuan raised his eyebrows - he is a talent.

It's a pity... this person's surname is Zhang.

"Why do you take refuge in this king? Wouldn't it be better to take refuge in your ancestors?"

An Yuan curled his lips into a chuckle before asking this question.At this time, he was wearing a bright red wide-sleeved robe, with a circle of fine fluff on the collar and cuffs.The dampness of the dungeon was blocked by the red clothes.

At this time, King An was like a Rakshasa in red. He looked at Zhang Feng as if he was looking at a piece of iron, not a living person.

The man who was hung on the rack heard Wang An's question, rolled his throat but did not speak.His chest fluctuated violently twice, staring at Wang An.

An Yuan looked at it and sneered.He raised his hand to pick up a bowl that was on the table, and put it face up on the table with a clatter.Then he winked at the guard beside him.

The guard picked up the brown jar standing by his feet, and poured a transparent liquid into the bowl.Afterwards, he brought the bowl on the table to the man, opened the man's jaw and poured it in.

Zhang Feng's face turned red instantly, and his eyes widened.Then, he coughed violently a few times.After a while, his spirit looked much better.

This was a bowl of extremely strong wine, and after it entered his stomach, the burning pain caused beads of sweat to ooze from Zhang Feng's forehead.

After coughing a few times, he restrained himself, maybe because the wine was too strong, maybe because the cough was too hard, his eyes were slightly red.

He calmed down, opened his mouth, and his slightly rough voice was quite pleasant to the ears.

"The Zhang family has gone through four generations since Zhang Shang, and each generation will be worse. It will not rise until the fifth generation."

In Zhang Feng's peaceful tone, he spit out the future situation of the Zhang family for nearly 200 years.His words made Anyuan's eyes glow darkly, and his smile deepened.

Obviously, he was very happy to hear that the Zhang family would decline.It wasn't what he wanted to hear, though.Smart people should know what to say.

"It's not that I want to take refuge in King An, but I know that King An has enmity with the Zhang family. If I don't take refuge in King An, I will die."

Zhang Feng's words echoed in the quiet cell.He fell into the hands of King An, if he did not surrender, he would only die.

An Yuan didn't change his expression after hearing this, and said with a low smile:

"You know, there are quite a few."

After Zhang Feng heard this, he took a deep breath and continued, "As the Zhang family, I naturally know the history of the Zhang family the most clearly."

After hearing this, An Yuan leaned on the table with one hand and put the other on his lap, and asked as if he didn't care:

"So, you want to give your ancestor a hand?"

Zhang Feng shook his head, looking at An Yuan with a complicated expression.He opened his mouth, his voice was steady without the slightest tremor:

"No, I hope King An will be merciful and don't kill the Zhang family."

"Ha ha……"

King An's laughter echoed in the space.An Yuan looked up at Zhang Feng with a teasing look in his eyes:

"If you beg me, will I agree?"

After hearing this, Zhang Feng's expression was not half decadent, and he continued:

"I will be loyal to King An for the rest of my life."

Hearing this sentence, An Yuan was not moved in the slightest.There are too many people who are loyal to him.There are too many people who want to stab him.

He picked up another bowl that was off the table, turned it over, and put a little on the table.The guard beside him was taken aback for a moment, then quickly picked up the wine jar and poured a bowl for King An.

The guards were puzzled, although the wine was strong, it was a low-quality wine for servants to drink.Wang An's body is precious and jade, why... The guard watched An Wang pick up the bowl, and took a sip without frowning.

How... can you drink it?

An Yuan took a sip of wine from this rough bowl, and the rim of the bowl was rough with a musty smell.The strong wine stained his cheeks pink and set his red lips on fire.

"Why do you think that your life can save the entire Zhang family? If I'm not wrong, if the Zhang family is gone, you shouldn't exist, right?"

If he is really a person from the future, he should be very afraid of the Zhang family... "Poof", disappear?

After Zhang Feng heard it, he nodded and said yes.The reason why he decided to seek refuge with King An was not only to save the Zhang family, but also to save his own life.

An Yuan stood up and walked slowly in front of Zhang Feng.His fingers lightly poked Zhang Feng's waist.Cold sweat immediately fell on the other party's face, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"I'm a bad guy. If you follow me, your hands will be covered with blood."

After An Yuan finished speaking, he watched Zhang Feng's expression change.After the other party heard this, his eyes were still firm.Then, he heard the other party say:

"I used to obey the orders of my superiors, but now I obey your orders. My hands are also stained with blood. It doesn't matter whose it is."

After hearing the words "It doesn't matter who it is", King An's smile faded away.He opened his mouth again, with a serious expression on his face:

"Even if... it violates conscience and hurts nature?"

Zhang Feng's resolute expression was less than cracked because of these words.And his appearance made An Yuan quite satisfied.

This person is upright and a descendant of the Zhang family.Let Zhang Feng go, if the other party bites him one day, it will be fatal.After killing Zhang Feng, he lost a lot of fun.

So--

An Yuan turned his head and ordered: "Untie him."

He wanted to see what kind of disturbance Zhang Feng and Han Shan could create in Dayue.

After hearing this, the guard stepped forward without any hesitation and put Zhang Feng down.After Zhang Feng was put down, he sat on the ground for a while and then sat up.Although he is thin in stature, he is very tolerant.

An Yuan put his legs on the stool and waved at him.After Zhang Feng saw it, he walked over slowly.

When he walked over, he clearly felt the tension of the two guards standing beside King An, like sharp arrows about to leave the string.

He can be sure that as long as he takes any overstepping action at this time, he will immediately die by the knife.

And the person with his legs on the stool is indeed extremely relaxed in body and spirit.Zhang Feng looked at the person in front of him with complicated eyes.

This person turned out to be King An who made the Zhang family ancestors unable to turn over for five generations.There are too many records about this person in history.All these are telling Zhang Feng that this is definitely not a simple character.

An Yuan saw the other party approaching, pointed to his leg, and then said:

"Come here, press this king's leg."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Feng quietly.It was as if he was waiting for the opponent to be angry, and then ordered to kill him with one blow.

However, Zhang Feng did not—

Zhang Feng was just stunned for a moment, then knelt down on one knee.Then, his hand lifted Wang An's pants.Seeing the bruises on it, Zhang Feng was surprised.

This... Zhang Feng's fingers lightly touched the skin.It looked like a man-made bruise.

An Yuan kept Zhang Feng's expression in his eyes, he leaned slightly against the table, and his expression gradually became relaxed.He could feel that those hands were clumsy at first, but then slowly began to become flexible.

Although this person looks ordinary, his personality is excellent and he is upright.No calluses, not even thin calluses.Such a person, logically speaking, shouldn't know martial arts.Looking at Zhang Feng's actions that day, it seemed that he had practiced martial arts for many years.

The legs were slowly warmed up by rubbing.It was very painful at first, but then it started to feel comfortable.An Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the people on the ground. They can bend and stretch. In the future, there will be such a person in the Zhang family?

Oh, it's really smoke from the ancestral grave.I just don't know whether the blue smoke came from Zhang He's grave or Zhang Ting's grave.

Thinking of this, An Yuan suddenly remembered the person he teased when he was in the Ministry of Industry.Such a comparison, the same Zhang family, how can there be such a big gap.

He looked at Zhang Feng who was kneeling on the ground and massaged seriously, and said:

"On the day you came, Zhang Shangshu also picked up a member of the Zhang family, and even introduced him to the emperor. But you can only be my servant. Do you feel unfair in your heart?"

Zhang Feng's hands paused, and he already guessed who Wang An was talking about.He shook his head, indicating that he did not feel unfair.What is his own level, he knows best.And he also knows what level that person is.It is obvious who will overwhelm whom in the future.

Seeing that there was no surprise on Zhang Feng's face, An Yuan was sure that the two knew each other.In this way, he became even more curious.

An Yuan's fingers lightly touched the rim of the bowl, and he spoke;

"what can you do?"

After Zhang Feng heard this, he carefully thought about which skills he mastered could be used in ancient times, and then he said:

"I know medicine and martial arts. I should also try to make weapons, smelt, and make explosives. I know the history, and I can roughly tell the big things that will happen in the next time. I……"

Zhang Feng talked about what he knew and what he could use.

There was a little more smile in An Yuan's eyes as he listened.He thought of Han Shan's expression when he stumbled and said when he would meet today, and seeing the seriousness of the person in front of him when he spoke, he was in a good mood.

Sure enough, the person he caught was much stronger than the one Zhang He picked up.

And at this time, a guard walked through the narrow passage to the dungeon, and whispered a few words in King An's ear.Zhang Feng, who was pinching Wang An's legs, moved his ears, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Although he restrained quickly, he did not escape An Yuan's eyes.

An Yuan hooked his lips, did Yuan Qi summon Han Shan?

The surrounding atmosphere began to feel a little wrong again, and the keen Zhang Feng immediately felt the change in King An's mood.As a result, the movement of kneading Wang An's legs became much gentler.

Slowly, An Yuan also understood.Yuan Qi actually used him to make a fool of himself, trying to subdue Han Shan?

Haha... An Yuan laughed lowly.He looked at Zhang Feng on the ground, and thought of Han Shan shivering.

In this way, he wanted to see who was more powerful.