Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The days are shorter and the sunlight is slightly darker.

Wang Zheng, wearing a mink coat, walked into the prison gate. He couldn't help but frowning. He felt a little regretful and wanted to leave, but when he looked at the people waiting at the door with nods and bows, he didn't do it in the end.

"Military advisor, I have prepared a clean room for you where you can talk to the prisoners." The squad leader smiled flatteringly at Wang Zheng with a red face after drinking.

"Thank you for your trouble." A smile appeared on Wang Zheng's lazy face.

The squad leader was overjoyed, and immediately asked someone to take Wang Zheng to the next room, then walked into the prison. Looking at the young man with a lot of hair growing on his head, he curled his lips and said, "Hey, the military advisor is looking for you. You are lucky to be able to come out and move around." He unlocked the door with his hand and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up. If you anger the military advisor, you will suffer the consequences."

Wanyan Zongbing raised his unshaven face and glared at the squad leader fiercely. The man on the other side glared back at him: "You want to be beaten? Hurry up!"

"Fourth brother..." a voice came from the cell next door.

"Erido, it's okay, don't worry." Wanyan Zongbing gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked out with a sound of sound with his steps, wearing a white robe covered with dirt and straw and heavy iron shackles.

"This way." A jailer said, and went to the front to lead the way, while the squad leader behind closed the door.

"Where are you taking Wuzhu?" Someone in the inner cell leaned against the wooden bars and shouted, "Hey! Speak."

"Forget about it." A gloating voice came out: "Didn't you hear that it was the military advisor of King Qi who came to ask for help? Who knows, he might be chopped off."

boom--

He slammed his fist against the wooden fence, and a young voice cursed: "What are you talking about, you bastard! Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"You little bastard! If you call me the Dung King again, I'll kill you first!"

"Come on! Can a piece of shit like you transform and get out of the prison?"

"Fuck!"

Only Wanyan Zongfu, who had just spoken, remained silent. He looked at the cell door worriedly, and had no intention of paying attention to the quarrel over there.

……

The cold wind blew his messy hair, which had not been shaved since the war. Wanyan Zongbing shivered. Not being able to eat for a long time made him much thinner and his resistance to the cold was greatly reduced.

Walking barefoot on the cold and hard ground, the biting chill penetrated from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead. Wanyan Zongbing gritted his teeth and followed the jailer in front of him and walked into the nearby room. In an instant, the warmth in the room dispelled a lot of the coldness in his body, causing the Jurchen man to shiver again.

"Wanyan Zongbi."

In the room, several guards with guns and knives stood on both sides. A young man who looked lazy was sitting at the table with his head propped up. When he saw him come in, he pointed to the place below and said, "Sit down and talk." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the guard next to him and said, "Give him some hot soup."

The guard then turned and left.

Wanyan Zongbing did not thank him. He snorted and walked to his seat and sat down. Wang Zheng did not say anything either. He looked at him with interest. Not long after, the guard who had gone out came in with a bowl of hot soup and handed it to the seated prisoner, but the person sitting there did not extend his hand.

"Don't worry about poisoning. If I want to kill you, I can just chop you with a knife." Wang Zheng saw that he didn't answer, and said lazily: "Wouldn't it be a waste of money to use medicine again?"

Wanyan Zongbing muttered something in his mouth, reached out to take it, and took a sip as if to show his courage.

Wang Zheng looked at the guard and saw that he was surprised. He then looked at the Jurchen man strangely, sat up straighter, and asked curiously: "That... is it hot?"

Wanyan Zongbing's face twitched.

"...It seems so." Wang Zheng leaned back and shrugged helplessly: "Look, I don't want to humiliate you, I just want to ask you to have a bowl of hot soup to warm you up, why are you so angry?"

Putting the soup bowl aside, Wanyan Zongbing turned his slightly weathered face to Wang Zheng and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just fart. What do you want from me?"

Wang Zheng didn't take it seriously and just drank some hot water: "It's nothing serious, I just wanted to talk to you."

"Hmph..." Wanyan Zongbing snorted and turned away: "I have nothing to talk to you about."

"Really? Then you don't want to know the current situation of Huanglong Mansion?"

The man over there suddenly turned around and looked.

"It seems you want to know." Wang Zheng kept smiling as he spoke. It was good enough that the other party cared about something. The people and things that he cared about could become the reason for the other party to hate him, or they could be used by his side. "Wanyan Zongbing, your Jin Kingdom is now divided into the Huanglongfu Jin Kingdom and the Wanyan tribe, attacking each other. It won't take long before you will kill yourselves without His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi launching another northern expedition."

wow-

The chains trembled.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Wanyan Zongbing opened his eyes wide and looked at the young man at the top: "You must be lying!"

The young man sitting opposite him showed no sign of worry, but just chuckled: "This matter has already been known to everyone, why would I lie to you? Besides, it is my Qi State that has defeated your Jin State, so it is not worth it to trick you into taking a prisoner."

The excited figure stopped moving, his mind was a little dazed, and he could only vaguely hear one sentence: "Do you want to save the people of Wanyan tribe?"

Looking over there, I vaguely felt that the smile on the other side was malicious.

……

It was getting dark, and torches were lit in the prison to illuminate the corridors. The blue brick floor was dotted with dark brown spots, which were bloodstains left behind at some unknown time.

creak-

The prison door opened, and with the words "Go in," the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground was heard. The sound of clanging rang out in the silent cell. The two Jurchen captives hurriedly got up, leaned over the wooden fence and looked outside. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw a familiar figure.

Hearing the prison door slam shut and the jailer walk away, Wanyan Zongfu hurried over to the cell wall and asked, "Fourth brother, fourth brother? What do they want from you?"

"Yes, Brother Wushu, what do those people want from you?" A young voice came from the cell inside.

Yelu Neri interrupted sarcastically: "He must be trying to persuade you to surrender. Do I need to tell you if I want to behead you?"

"Shut up, you dung king!" Wanyan Zongfu cursed him, then slammed the wooden fence and shouted, "Fourth brother, speak up! What's the matter?"

"It's to surrender..."

A hoarse voice came out of Wanyan Zongbing's mouth, causing the two Jurchen captives to shut up immediately. Only Yelu Neri's sneer rang in their ears, but at this juncture the two were too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Then what do you say?" The young voice inside sounded a little anxious.

"I didn't agree."

"I knew Brother Wushu wouldn't agree."

"Well done, Fourth Brother."

Two voices came. Wanyan Zongbing raised his head and looked at the light of the torch above his head. He looked a little confused. He leaned his head against the wall and said after a while: "But I didn't refuse."

"Why?!" The young man raised his voice a little, with anger in his voice: "Why didn't you refuse immediately! Are you still a member of the Wanyan tribe? "

"Fourth brother, what did you say?!" Wanyan Zongfu put his head between the gaps in the wooden fence and asked, "What did you just say?"

"He said he didn't refuse!" Yelu Neri said loudly, then laughed and said, "Don't thank me. If you can't hear clearly, I'll repeat it for you."

"Shut up!" Wanyan Zongfu immediately stood up and cursed: "Don't talk to me, you spit shit, it's dirty!"

"You little Jurchen boy! I have tolerated you for a long time." Yelu Neri stood up and pointed across the wooden fence: "Come here, if I don't tear you apart alive today, I will take your surname!"

"There are no descendants in my Wanyan family who spit shit on the battlefield."

"Brother Wushu, why on earth?!"

The noise was noisy, Wanyan Zongbing slowly closed his eyes, and Wang Zheng's voice when they parted rang in his mind.

"Starting tomorrow, I will have someone deliver news about the Jin Kingdom and the Wanyan tribe to you every day. You can judge for yourself whether it is true or not. If you are willing to serve the King of Qi, please let me know."

He exhaled heavily, and heard the three people cursing at each other. Wanyan Zongbing said softly: "Why did you choose me? It would be better if I died in the battle that day..."

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold air squeezed in through the crack of the door, but it was nothing compared to the coldness in Wanyan Zongbing's heart. (End of this chapter)