Chun Feng Du Jian

As soon as she entered the inner room, Nie Ying jumped up and down in a hurry.Although he had known Wen Heng not long ago, he had already trusted him in his heart, it was really hard to imagine that Wen Heng's methods would be so ruthless.This behavior is not at all like a disciple taught by a decent school, and it is even contrary to the chivalrous way that the world enshrines.

"Brother, I understand that you are trying to be on the safe side, but there is no need to be so... so cruel." Nie Ying frowned tightly, and said, "The two old people can't hinder us from saving people, why bother to implicate the innocent?"

"Oh?" Wen Heng said nonchalantly, "Killing one person to save a hundred people, and giving up small profits for the sake of righteousness, I thought this was a generally accepted practice by everyone. What is there to criticize?"

"Speak lightly!" Nie Ying said loudly, with an angry look on his face, "Who's life is not life? Human life is at stake, how can you compare the two places? How is your thinking different from those demons who kill people for selfishness? !"

He is slow-spoken, doesn't read much, and has a lot of persuasive and rebuttal words in his chest, but it is difficult to elaborate one by one, so he suppressed himself until his face turned red, and he stammered: "Yue Chi, I didn't mean you are Wicked people... No matter what the reason is, I can't just watch you harm people. It's important to save people, but we have to act with conscience. At worst, at worst, I'll go back and find the person who returned Yanmen to help. We won't take risks tomorrow .”

Wen Heng looked at him steadfastly, and suddenly sneered.

He shook his head helplessly, resumed his usual tone, and sighed: "Brother Nie, if I really wanted to harm someone, I wouldn't have given you the antidote."

Nie Ying followed his gaze and lowered her head in a daze, and saw the white porcelain vase tightly clutched in her hand.

The rage swelled in his chest like a punctured fish bubble, quickly deflated, and hesitantly said: "You..."

Wen Heng asked again: "Have you heard of the medicine 'Duan Hun Fei Po San'?"

Nie Ying shook her head blankly: "No."

Wen Heng smiled and said: "That's right. There is no such thing as 'soul breaking away' in the world. I made it up to deceive people."

"..." Nie Ying said with a headache, "Which song are you going to sing?"

"You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of preventing others. Although I can't poison, I can scare people very well, and the effect is the same." Wen Hengyu said earnestly, "Brother, you and I are gambling with our lives. No mistakes can be tolerated. Even if they are good people in ten generations, they must be careful."

"But I listened to what you advised me just now." He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes looked unusually deep under the light, "If I had half your persistence..."

His voice lowered and gradually disappeared, Nie Ying couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing." Wen Heng came to his senses, and said seriously, "Brother's kindness really makes me admire, younger brother has been taught today."

Nie Ying hurriedly waved his hand to tell him to stop: "Stop making fun of your elder brother, why should we brothers say such unreasonable things. It's important. What are your plans? Tell me."

Wen Heng said: "Go in tomorrow to investigate the situation, don't do it for the time being, first find out the location of the cell and how the guards and patrols change shifts. If you can sneak into the cell, it's best to find one or two of your own people and see what kind of poison they have. Find out what the government's plan is to arrest people." He handed a paper-wrapped pill to Nie Ying and said, "This is the Resurrection Pill. The ingredients are rare. I only got this one this afternoon. You should take it with you. Just in case Unfortunately, it fell into it, and this medicine can be used to detoxify Hua Gong San."

Nie Ying held the small paper bag and felt that a pill was as heavy as a thousand pounds, almost unable to hold it: "Then what should you do?"

"I don't need it, I can handle it without internal strength, don't worry." Wen Heng said, "Remember, after you sneak in tomorrow, you first find a way to find this person—"

The next morning, two carts full of vegetables, rice and noodles stopped at the back corner gate of Shiyue Prison. The old man pointed to the two tall young men behind him, and tremblingly introduced to the guards: "My lord, these two are The little old man is a nephew from afar, this person is called Wang Yue, and this is called Wang Jing. There is one more cart of vegetables today than usual, and the two of us can’t move them, so we asked them to help unload the goods.”

These two old men were their usual dishevelers in the prison. The sergeant had known him for a long time. Hearing what he said, he approached them and said, "Raise your head and stretch out your hands."

One of the two young men has a sallow complexion and the other has a full beard. Although they are tall, they are always stooped unconsciously. Not only are there calluses on their hands, but there is also dirty dirt between their fingers. It really looks like a village man who has been farming all year round.

The sergeant saw them dodging and cowering, and he didn't dare to breathe. He just thought it was because the countrymen were naturally afraid of the officers and soldiers, so he waved his hand and said, "Go in." He smiled at the old man and said, "Uncle Wang, come back tomorrow." , remember to bring some good fruits, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the brothers are thirsty for guarding the gate."

The old man agreed, Wen Heng and Nie Ying silently pulled the cart into the door, followed the old woman around to the back kitchen, and moved the vegetable baskets on the cart into the yard one by one.

Although it was not yet noon, the back kitchen was extremely busy.There is only one cook in this big prison, which is enough to cook for dozens of people on weekdays, but suddenly he has to take care of the food and drink of more than 200 people, and he is a little too busy. Good! Hurry up, I need someone to help me here!"

Wen Heng and Nie Ying looked at each other, Wen Heng took the initiative to step forward, and said in a strong local accent: "What's your order, brother?"

Seeing that it was a young man he didn't know, the cook let out a "Yo" and asked, "Uncle Wang, is this?"

The old man hurriedly said, "It's my nephew, named Wang Yue."

"Oh, little brother Wang Yue, can you cook porridge?" The cook pointed to the empty stove next to it, "Go and rinse the pot, scoop up a few bowls of rice to cook a pot of porridge, and then just pick some vegetable leaves and put them in. "

Wen Heng carried out the four words "honesty and honesty" to the end, and didn't dare to ask a word, and walked towards the stove with his head down.Nie Ying was carrying rice and noodles, and asked in confusion and ignorance: "Why do officials also drink porridge? We farmers have a dry meal at noon a day."

The cook laughed at his ignorance, and sneered: "What do you know, this is for the thieves and prisoners in the prison. Eight carts of prisoners came yesterday, and more than a dozen officials from the capital city. I want Zhou Quan to do this." Aren't these people too busy?"

He also knew that he couldn't talk too much about the things in this prison, but people always have curiosity and vanity, so they couldn't help but not show off.At this moment, Wen Heng filled the pot with water, and muttered, "This porridge is too watery, and you can't even hear it when you drink it. What a big crime these people have committed, it's poor."

"Haha, how pitiful are they? It's not bad if they have something to eat." The cook said casually, "I helped the prison head deliver food yesterday, and I saw those people wearing silk and satin clothes. Not dead yet."

Wen Heng asked: "According to this, do you dare to be a corrupt official whose house was ransacked?"

The cook shook his head and said: "No. I heard that they are a group of very vicious gangsters, and they can't be restrained without any means." He nodded at the rice soup Wen Heng was cooking, and whispered: "If you feed them enough Fan, now that you have the strength, why don't these people demolish the house?"

Nie Ying and Wen Heng looked at the pot of rice soup in awe, and the cook's vanity was greatly satisfied, so he pretended to be indifferent and said: "You two work very quickly, come and help me take out the dirty water fall down."

He has been busy all year round by himself, and finally got two handymen, who are very active in ordering people around.Wen Heng and Nie Ying were led around by him, and when the porridge was almost done, footsteps came from outside, a tall and strong man in black went straight into the kitchen, looked around, frowned and said: "Why are there so many people here?" ?”

This person's footsteps are steady and powerful, his temples are bulging high, his demeanor is neat, his eyes are full of light, it is obvious that his martial arts are not weak.Wen Heng and Nie Ying looked at each other, and immediately lowered their heads to restrain their breath, pretending to be afraid, and avoiding looking at him.The cook hurriedly wiped his hands and came forward, smiling apologetically, "Don't be angry, my lord. This is the old Wang and his wife who deliver food to the prison every day. They are all old people who are familiar with the food. The young ones can't move their hands here, so they are called them." Come and help the little one with some chores."

It was also the first time for that man to come to Shiyue Prison, and he didn't know much about these kitchen workers, so he asked coldly, "Is the porridge ready for the prisoners?"

The cook hurriedly led him to the stove and said, "It's done."

Wen Heng stepped aside silently, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw that the man took out a large bag of medicinal powder from his arms, shook it into the porridge pot, then rolled up the piece of oil paper, and threw it into the stove—

Wen Heng continued to cover it with his sleeves, secretly mobilized his right hand, flicked his fingers, and a thin stream of air went straight out, flying the ball of paper, and landed in the corner of the earthen stove where the flames could not burn.

The man didn't notice his small movements, he pushed away from the stove, turned his head and said: "Put the porridge well and take it to the cell."

The cook was still busy with the food for the prison chief and the others, but he couldn't get away for a moment, so he called softly: "Wang Yue!" and winked him to help.

Wen Heng and Nie Yingzheng couldn't wait for it, so they rushed forward tremblingly.Taking advantage of people not looking, Wen Heng quickly took out the ball of paper in the stove and stuffed it into Nie Ying's hands, and said in a low voice: "After you go out, find someone to test the prescription and prepare the medicine."

The two of them worked together to fill two large buckets of porridge and water, weighing about tens of catties.That man would never take the initiative to do these lowly jobs, seeing that the two people did it meticulously, he said: "You guys bring the porridge, follow me."

From the kitchen to the cell, you need to go around a low wall, which seems very far away, but in fact the distance is only a hundred steps.When the guards at the gate saw the man approaching, they saluted in unison, "Lord Fang."

The surname Fang nodded to the two people behind him with his chin, and said to the guard: "Take the porridge in, and the brothers will change shifts to eat."

The guard was embarrassed when he heard the words, and came over and replied in a low voice: "Master Fang, that group of people made more and more trouble. Last night, they poured porridge all over the brothers and threatened to go on a hunger strike. They would rather starve to death than suffer from this." humiliation."

The city mansion surnamed Fang is not deep. Hearing this, he sneered and said, "Then let them starve. I'm afraid they won't succeed? I want to see how hard the bones of this group of people are."

The guard muttered: "But there are a few people who seem to be dying... Master Ninth has ordered them to die for the time being."

The one surnamed Fang frowned and cursed, "Damn it! You're so troublesome!"

Wen Heng and Nie Ying stood far away, so logically they couldn't hear their whispers.But martial arts practitioners have such keen ears, the guard's whispers fell into their ears word for word.After a while, the man turned his head resentfully, and said to Wen Heng, "Put down the barrel and go back."

The two answered "Yes", knowing that there is no hope of entering the room today, they were about to leave when a figure suddenly appeared from the shadow of the house, and someone raised a voice and asked, "What happened?"

His voice was very clear and sweet, like pearls and jade striking each other, with a sense of lingering.But the beast-like intuition was at work, and a string in Wen Heng's mind suddenly tightened.For a long time, he felt that some kind of danger was close at hand, which even made him feel cold all over his body in the scorching summer.

The author has something to say: There are still two chapters that have not been edited, and construction is underway