Dandere General and his Lord

Ah, it turns out that it was so quick to say what was in my heart.

Ah Jia let out a sigh of relief, feeling that the whole sky seemed to be clearing up.

Cheng Qianye smiled and shook his head: "Okay, you will stay by Zixi's side for a few days, and we will return to Bianjing in a few days. I will find another suitable person to replace you."

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In the dimly lit dungeon, Ah An was lying on a pile of grass.

This cell was empty, no one was there.

Since his arrest, he doesn't know how long he has been detained here, is it a month, two months, or three months?

From the jailer's jiāo talk, he vaguely knew that the Quanrong had retreated to the grasslands to the north, and the monarchs of the vassal kingdoms were dividing up the territory left by the Quanrong. Jin's army has captured many cities, and now they have occupied Fengdu all the way to the west.

The world situation is constantly changing.

Some countries have grown rapidly.

Some countries, like their Song Dynasty, are still weak.

But these have nothing to do with a nobody like him. The only thing he can care about is when he will die.

Zhou Zixi didn't lie to him, and no one has tortured him since that time.

In the empty cell, no one bothered him except for daily meals brought by the jailer on time.

In the night after a period of time, the sound of the bone wheelchair will sound, and the elegant and noble Jin State official will come to him and chat with him about the person they both know together.

Unknowingly, Ah An talked about a lot of past events. He didn't even think that there were so many memories in his boring life.

"Once I didn't finish the task, the master tied me in the house and fined me not to eat for five days. On the third night, I was so hungry that I was dizzy and dizzy. , I can't reach it at all. If the master finds out, it will be the end for both of us. At that time, we were both too scared."

"A Yang almost failed the mission for the first time. Fortunately, I happened to pass by and cut off the target's neck instead. She was so frightened that she cried. At that time, I felt that this woman was too weak, and it was estimated that she would not live long. Who knows that she lived for a long time, and everyone died gradually, but she was still alive. Unfortunately, I was the only one left in the end. No, I don't think it will be long. "

He sometimes rambles on a lot, some of them are about Ayang, and some of them are his own.

But the man who lost his legs never interrupted him, he just sat in a wheelchair, raised his head, looked at the night sky outside the window, and listened quietly.

Sometimes Ah An didn't want to speak, so he made a few perfunctory sentences. The man didn't blame him, he stayed silent for a while, and the sound of the wheelchair sounded again and gradually faded away.

That man has not come for several days.

Ah An lay on the straw pile, looking at the wet ceiling.

The wound on his body has been treated by the doctor, and it has healed a lot.

Food was delivered on time every day, and he never left him hungry.

He suddenly felt as if he had never had such a quiet day.

If it weren't for the enemy's prison, he even thought it would be good to have been like this all the time.

When the jailer who delivered the meal, as usual, shoved food through the gap in the iron gate,

Ah An heard a few small knocks.

His skin tensed instantly, and that was the fixed signal between him and his companions.

The prisoner who delivered the meal had a slightly different appearance under the low brim of his hat, and he put out a thin finger on the bowl of meal with his thin fingers behind his back.

Ah An knew what he meant, and the manipulations in this food could make him cut himself off immediately.

Chapter 101

In order to prevent him from committing suicide, Ah An's hands were cut behind his back, and his body was locked by iron chains, so he could only make small movements.

The special food was placed in front of him, as long as he wanted to eat and bent down, he could eat it.

Of course, no one cares whether he eats or not on weekdays.

When he had just been arrested, he had longed for a poison that would set him free.

If such a special food was brought to him at that time, he would eat it without hesitation.

Ah An silently looked at the pottery bowl in front of him, it was a bowl of soup.

Like the usual meals, a few vegetable leaves floated on the soup and stopped there quietly.

It should be over, this is the end of Deadpool, Ah An said to himself.

He has lived long enough, is there anything he can't let go, even Yang has been gone for so long.

He wanted to lower his head, but his neck remained stiff for some reason.

Time was passing little by little, he didn't know what he was waiting for, and vaguely he always felt that there would be the sound of a screeching wheelchair in the deep corridor of the cell.

He was just a person who had nothing to do with him, but for some reason, Ah An always wanted to see him again.

I wanted to see the man who always came to him at night, sat in a wheelchair and watched the bright moon outside the window, silently listening to what he had to say.

Maybe the words I have said in my life are not as much as I have said to that person in the past few days.

So, inexplicably, I wanted to talk to him again.

Ah An smiled bitterly: What am I thinking, it turns out that I am even more stupid than that idiot A Yang.

Familiar and regular voices, ringing clearly in the cell

It was the sound of the wooden wheelchair rolling over the slate floor of the cell.

Ah An raised his head, and a figure sitting in a wheelchair slowly appeared in his sight.

This time, he didn't come alone. There were two people by his side, one was the girl A Jia who tortured him, and the other was Cheng Qianye, the lord of Jin.

The three opened the prison door and entered the cell.

Examining the prisoner who stayed motionless in the shadows.

"No matter what you say, Lord Zhou, an assassin from such an enemy country cannot be easily let go."

A woman named Ajia spoke to her lord: "My lord, I believe that what Lord Zhou said is absolutely impossible."

Zhou Zixi seemed very embarrassed, but he still asked: "This person is a little involved with me, please forgive me publicly."

"He's been in my Dajin prison for so long, and his master won't trust him anymore. Even if he is released, he won't be able to return to his original place. I gave him a tangle so that he can escape far away from now on."

Ajia said: "He is an assassin. According to the custom, even if he wants to spare his life, he must cut off his hand and abolish his martial arts."

"A Jia." Zhou Zixi showed disapproval.

Ah Jia rolled his eyes in his heart, feeling that this woman's benevolence has reached the point of hopelessness,

let...i go? Ah An seems to have only heard these words.

His eyes couldn't help falling on the bowl of soup that had long since solidified in front of him.

Cheng Qianye squatted down in front of him, looked at him for a while, and then looked at the bowl of cooled soup.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and took the bowl away.

"Ajia, do you see anything wrong with this?"

A Jia was a little puzzled, he took out a silver needle and put it into the soup in the bowl, and the snow-white silver needle was instantly covered with a layer of black from the bottom up.

This time, A Jia really sank her face. She stepped out of the cell and shouted, "Someone!"

In the prison she was in charge of, she was ashamed and annoyed that she had gotten into the enemy's jian.

The jailers came in a hurry and responded to A Jia's inquiry.

Cheng Qianye in the cell looked at the dazed and dazed young man in front of him.

These people have been wiped out of their own nature since childhood, and they have become the murderous blades of their masters.

Every day is on the line of life and death. Even if it falls into the hands of the enemy, the master still wants to take his life.

"My lord," Zhou Zixi bowed his head and saluted, "he's just an irrelevant person, so let him go?"

After a while, A Jia entered the cell and knelt down beside Cheng Qianye to plead guilty: "My lord, it is a humble dereliction of duty, and the enemy has been mixed into the prison and poisoned."

Cheng Qianye reached out and touched her head.

Ah Jia was supposed to have a lively temperament, and he didn't know what kind of training he had gone through to dehumanize him before he became the person he is wearing a mask all the time.

Cheng Qianye sighed: "Just let the people go according to Lord Zhou's request."

Ah Jia stopped talking, stood up, untied Ah An's iron chains, and lifted him out.

A Jia's attention was not very concentrated, and she felt a strange feeling left on the top of her head.

The lord touched it there just now, and a warm touch seemed to stay on top of her head.

She lifted the prisoner out of the cell, pressed him on a torture table, pinned one of his arms, exposing the pale wrist, and began to sharpen a thin, curved knife.

The owner didn't blame me, he touched my head, what does this mean? A Jia's head is always turning this thing.