Fish swimming around the world

Du Lun was very aggrieved.

Although he was captured, as a proton, he shouldn't be treated like this.

As soon as I entered the palace, I was thrown into the dungeon. It was a very small room. Apart from a bed, there was only room for two steps, so I couldn't move.

I have never seen anyone outside, not even the food delivery person. I don’t know what kind of weird metal pole will bring a tray in, with a few cooking cakes, a plate of vegetables and a glass of water on it.

Really, there is no meat, soup, tea, or wine.

This made Prince Dulun, who ate huge chunks of meat, drank a lot of wine, and galloped across the endless grassland every day, almost going crazy.

I don't know how long it had been underground, but just as he was roaring in a muffled manner, a creaking sound suddenly came from his ears.

Du Lun was immediately overjoyed and turned around to see that damn young king walking in slowly with a smile on his face.

"Jiang Fan! Let me out! You are insulting this prince!"

Du Lun glared at the other party and shouted.

Jiang Fan walked closer, pulled up a chair and sat down, tilting his head to look at him.

"Jiang Fan, did you hear that?" Du Lun's not-so-authentic Chinese accent became even worse in anger.

Jiang Fan didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Du Lun became even more angry, "This prince is a proton, not a prisoner. The grassland warriors will return tenfold to the Chinese people the insults you have done to me!"

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He roared at the top of his lungs, but Jiang Fan was unmoved at all. He even had someone bring him a leg of lamb and a pot of knives, and he started eating and drinking in front of him.

Du Lun's eyes were on fire, this was intentional.

However, no matter how much he yelled and cursed, the other party didn't care at all, and the aroma of mutton and wine kept entering Dulun's nostrils. It made his throat rumble up and down unsatisfactorily.

After eating the clear water and green vegetables for so long, the taste of wine and meat was simply irresistible to him.

Finally, he seemed to come to his senses. The other party didn't want to be fooled. He slowly sat on the ground and stared at Jiang Fan for a long time: "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Fan finally put down the food and wine and smiled: "That's right. Sit down and talk properly, otherwise I have too much patience."

Du Lun snorted, but didn't dare to make any more noise.

"You insulting a prairie warrior and insulting a prince like this is your Qin country's way of hospitality?"

"Warrior of the grassland? A person with thousands of troops and horses captured alive by me is worthy of being called a warrior? If you return the prince, you are a proton. To put it bluntly, you are a hostage. Remember, we treat guests with good wine and food, and treat jackals with swords, guns, and swords." Ji, you are just jackals, not guests."

In just a few words, Jiang Fan denied his so-called three identities, saying that Du Lun had no temper. He had indeed done it, and he was indeed a prisoner.

Du Lun said solemnly: "Although I am a hostage, I should receive the treatment I deserve. You can't lock me in a place like this."

Jiang Fan said: "Oh? Do you want to change to something better? It's not impossible. It depends on whether you cooperate or not."

Du Lun stared at him: "What are you cooperating with?"

Jiang Fan took out the two pages of paper he had just rubbed from his arms: "Do you recognize this thing?"

Du Lun took it and looked at it carefully for a while: "It looks familiar, but I can't remember it. Why do you ask?"

Jiang Fan said: "Think about it carefully. According to what I heard, this kind of writing was originally engraved on two pages of metal. There are rumors that this kind of writing fell into the grassland. Have you ever seen it?"

Du Lun frowned and looked at it for a long time. Suddenly his eyes moved: "...I seem to have seen it at the sacrifice ceremony three years ago..."

"Oh?" Thank God, Jiang Fan really appreciated this guy's memory. Three years later, I still have an impression.

"Tell me about it."

Du Lun said: "It should be a strange blue-black metal, but no one knows what it is, but it is very hard and cannot be damaged by any sword. What's even weirder is that it is as light as a feather. It was dedicated to the great emperor by King Youxian at that time. The Wolf Lord’s sacrifice said that if it could be smelted into a weapon, it would be a peerless treasure.”

Jiang Fan couldn't help but be disappointed. What the hell did this mean? They didn't know anything.

"That's it? Do you have anything else?"

Du Lun racked his brains and thought for a long time, "I seem to have heard that this thing was obtained from Nanchu..."

Jiang Fan's expression changed: "Where is Nanchu?"

Du Lun frowned, "I can't remember, oh, by the way, it seems that he is a guy who is good at calligraphy..."

Nanchu, calligraphy...

Jiang Fan's heart moved. There are indeed several masters of calligraphy in Nanchu, but there are two who are really the most famous. The first one is the four unique skills of Southern Chu, including calligraphy, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is known as a calligrapher. If we talk about calligraphy, I am afraid that no one in Southern Chu can compare with this person.

The second is Old Man Canngling. This is an old antique who has lived for an unknown age. His calligraphy is world-famous, but this is not what he is best at. What he loves most is collecting and appraising ancient books.

"Bookaholic, or Old Man Canngling?"

Du Lun shook his head: "I don't know, they didn't say."

Jiang Fan thought about it, and it seemed that the only way to find out about this matter was to find these two people in person.

But the Book Maniac lives on the mountain of books. Apart from those few book friends, he hardly sees any visitors, and his temper is extremely weird. It may be quite difficult to see him.

Not to mention Canngling, there are no ancient books, not even seen. But for Jiang Fan, who had studied ancient books for a long time, it was much easier to handle.

While he was thinking, Du Lun became impatient again.

"Jiang Fan, you'd better let me out, otherwise once my father knows that I have been humiliated, he will definitely send troops to Longxi!"

Jiang Fan's train of thought was suddenly interrupted. Hearing this, he sneered: "Oh? I really want to see it. Someone come!"

As soon as he called out, two masked men in black appeared in the prison.

Jiang Fan looked at Du Lun calmly: "Prince Du Lun thinks this is humiliation, then you let him see what real humiliation is, I'll see if Zuo Xian Wang will send troops. Change Prince Du Lun to room number nine!"

Du Lun's hot temper could not be suppressed again, roaring and shouting: "Ignorant Qin people! I have 300,000 troops in Zuo Xian Wang's court..."

Jiang Fan didn't listen to this at all, and turned away.

The two men in black had a gloomy aura, and looked at Du Lun who was cursing and raging with a lot of sympathy.

Room number nine, there is another name, called the confinement room.

This thing was invented by the prince. Originally, no one thought that a small room could have anything, but later, hehe...

Others don't know, what kind of player is Meng Yi? The last time he ran to Taihua secretly and came back, he was stuffed in by the prince. It was only three days, and he came out with his eyes dazed, his eyes were scattered, and he couldn't even stand steadily.

After that, whenever he heard the word "confinement", his face immediately turned pale, as if there was a great horror in it.

Ding Shaoan laughed at him for a long time, so Meng Yi made a bet with him and let him go in to try.

Ding Shaoan immediately said that staying there for ten days or half a month would be as easy as drinking water.

As a result, after only four days, Prince Jiang sent someone to drag him out.