After death I became the canary of the cruel prince

Watching the carriage go away, Wen Junping looked around. There was a village nearby, and here was an official road leading to nowhere. Resting the power in the body is also slowly recovering.

He looked down at his hands.

It's unbelievable that his internal strength has returned.

However, he was able to revive his soul to make this kind of thing happen again, and his acceptance was obviously much higher.

What puzzled him was that the red dress he saw at that time should be Hongfeng.

Mu Chun said that he did not exist, and later he also went to the Lengyuan to see that there was no one there, and Hongfeng became a mystery.

Who is this glamorous man who made him call him Uncle Feng?

Wen Junping went to a nearby village to ask for some water, bought an old horse with the only scraps of silver left on his body, and asked a nearby hunter who often left the village the way to Fengcheng.

It turned out to be the direction where the barbarian who rescued him was going, Wen Junping was annoyed, at least he asked where he was going before jumping out of the car.

Fortunately, there is a horse, although it is an old horse, but it can walk and jump anyway, but the speed is a bit slow, and after a few steps, it needs to rest and eat some weeds on the roadside, and occasionally take a nap.

His temper was still stinky, and after a little urging, he pouted his ass and quit, and threw Wen Junping down to sleep by the side of the road.

Wen Junping seriously doubted whether he bought a horse or an ancestor.

It took Wen Junping a full day and a half to arrive at Fengcheng, where it would have taken only half a day to stop and go.

Along the way, he wanted to stop the passing caravans to take him for a ride, but because he was too embarrassed in his current state, no one dared to stop.

Don't blame him for being afraid, he was almost scared when he saw him.

He and Bei Gongzhi fought against the killer in the pear blossom forest and got blood all over his body. Later, he also sprayed his whole body to stop the bleeding of Bei Gongzhi. He fell countless times in order to escape at night. Messy clothes and a head almost like a chicken coop.

With this appearance, he is also riding a skinny old horse with a wretched appearance, which can scare children when he walks to the side of the road.

Born in troubled times, there are many refugees and bandits, and no caravan is willing to stop and take him for a ride.

In the afternoon, when they arrived in Fengcheng, Wen Junping was directly blocked outside as a refugee.

"Without an identity wooden sign, you are not allowed to pass."

Wen Junping groped for a while and handed him a token.

The soldier took it and glanced at it. He was a little disdainful, but when he saw clearly the words Zhanwangfu engraved on the back, the soldier's face became serious, and he immediately raised his hand.

"Grab it!"

Wen Junping turned around and wanted to escape, but it was too late, soldiers surrounded him and captured him.

With a sharp push from the back, Wen Junping fell into the dry straw pile in the dungeon. An unpleasant smell suffocated Wen Junping, wrinkling his nose, and the sound of footsteps came.

Wen Junping sat up and looked back, what he saw was a pair of animal leather military boots, and when he looked up, he met a resolute and cold face.

"General Mu!"

Mu Li looked at him coldly, as if looking at a dead person.

"Since you are still alive, you shouldn't come back."

Mu Li showed a stern look on his face. He would never allow anyone to drag the prince back. The prince is a person who wants to do a great job, and only on the day when the prince is honored as the Ninth Five-Year Honor can his bloody revenge be won. report.

He will never allow anyone to ruin his plans.

"Come on."

Two jailers stepped forward.

"Let him confess before dawn, how he poisoned the prince, how he colluded with the killer, explain everything clearly!"

After finishing speaking, his eyes finally fell on Wen Junping with condescending contempt.

"I advise you to explain clearly earlier, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood for nothing."

Wen Junping shook his head. "I don't know what General Mu means by that."

The two looked at each other, and the temperature around them dropped.

Mu Li raised his hand, and several guards went in and tied Wen Junping into a rice dumpling and hung him upside down in the dungeon, with a water tank underneath.

The jailer let go of the rope and half of Wen Junping submerged in the water tank.

Cold water was poured into the nostrils, the feeling of lack of breath increased little by little, the surface of the water was bubbling, Wen Junping's bound body began to twist and struggle, and the jailer pulled the rope again.

"Should I recruit?" Mu Li asked.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

With a wave of Mu Li's hand, the jailer let go of the rope and Wen Junping fell into the water again. After an unknown amount of time passed, Wen Junping couldn't bear the pressure of lack of oxygen in his chest, opened his mouth, and gulped down a sip of water.

He had reached the limit, the water began to sink into his nose and into his chest cavity, and the tingling pain in his lungs made Wen Junping's body convulse uncontrollably.

"General Mu, you have to pull him up, or he will die." The jailer was in a hurry.

"Continue, if the prince blames it, I will bear it alone!" Mu Li stared at the water, his purpose was to let him die!

At the same time, the study room of the Prince of War.

The officers and staff under his command are reporting government affairs to Beigong and analyzing the current situation.

"The news came from the border, and the first battle with Jin Bing was successful. This is great news."

"Let's see how the prince still uses the golden soldiers as an excuse to let the prince go out in person."

"I'm afraid that he will jump over the wall in a hurry..."

Having said that, all the people shut their mouths and turned to watch the expression on the prince's face carefully.

In fact, the prince couldn't bear it any longer, so he let the male actor drug the prince and then lay an ambush.

The prince has always been calm, never had he been so impulsive, but now he lost control because of a man.

"There may be news."

Beigong Zhihu asked in a cold voice.

The staff members bowed their heads. "I don't know what the prince said?"

"Wen Junping."

The few people looked at each other. Ever since they came back that day, the lord started looking for Wen Junping's whereabouts, and explained that he was going to live. Could it be that the lord was really confused by Wen Junping!

"Back to the prince, there is no..."

"The man has been found!" An eager voice outside interrupted the staff member.

Manager Xu trotted in panting all the way, holding up the hem of his clothes.

"My lord, I found Mr. Wen!"

Bei Gongzhi stood up abruptly. "where!"

"The chief guard who guarded the city interrogated the people who entered the city, and they were found out. Now they are locked in the dungeon. General Mu is leading people to torture. The old slave just got the news. I don't know what happened in this dungeon. ..."

Before Director Xu could finish speaking, Executive Bei Gong went around the desk and walked out quickly.

Not long after arriving at the dungeon, he walked in quickly and scanned around.

"Where is Wen Junping!"

Seeing the prince coming, the jailer knelt down on the ground with a pale face.

"Where is it!" Bei Gongzhi shouted angrily, his eyelids twitching.

The jailer shook like chaff, and pointed tremblingly to the innermost cell.

Following the direction he pointed and looking in, in the dim light, one could vaguely see a person hanging upside down from the beam of the room, and half of this person's body was submerged in the water tank, motionless.