Since being caught here, he has endured countless tortures.
Zheng Erbao has never changed his color.
This is the only time.
But soon, he burst out laughing and looked at the proud Fan Ji mockingly.
"Hahaha, being a dog is really hard work. So what? You know, that's the end of it."
Fan Ji's face kept twitching and he entered a state of madness.
"You are the dog. Look at your virtue, just like a dog hanging here. If I want to peel off your skin, I will peel off your skin. If I want to cramp your muscles, I will cramp your muscles."
The contempt in Zheng Erbao's eyes deepened.
"I am an upright Han Chinese. The Han people who have been shaped by five thousand years of vast civilization will die upright. Unlike you, a groveling, servile and stinky dog, who helps foreigners to harm compatriots and cannot return to his homeland after death.
, you can’t enter the ancestral hall, and you can’t enjoy the sacrifices. Do you know how pitiful you are? You are just a lonely ghost, and you will be scolded for thousands of years and live forever!"
"Shut up! Bastard, I told you to shut up!"
Fan Ji went crazy.
The scars deep in his heart were uncovered, making all his superficial brilliance a joke.
He slashed Zheng Erbao's heel with the knife, causing Zheng Erbao's hamstring to break immediately. Not to mention, he reached in and pulled randomly, as if he really wanted to pull out Zheng Erbao's tendon.
The unspeakable severe pain made Zheng Erbao shake like chaff, but he gritted his teeth and did not say a word.
Fan Ji is tired.
Panting, he looked more like a dog.
He slumped on the ground, looking at Zheng Erbao who seemed to be dying soon, feeling wave after wave of frustration rising in his heart.
"Carry him down, treat him well, and don't let him die. Grandpa must treat him well, and make him kneel in front of grandpa and be like a dog."
Zheng Erbao was picked off and had lost the ability to resist.
After being sent back to the prison, the doctor randomly stopped the bleeding, applied medicine, and threw it on the dirty weeds.
The cold and dirty prison seemed to isolate him from the rest of the world.
Zheng Erbao couldn't move, he didn't have much strength.
The only thing still active is his mind.
The colder the skin, the warmer the consciousness.
It seemed as if it was summer and the lotus flowers in my hometown were in full bloom.
The blue waves are murmuring, the lotus leaves are stretching to the sky, and a dragonfly seems to be stationed on each of the pink lotus flowers.
As the wooden boat passed by, the dragonflies started to fly. When they flew past, the girl opposite was more beautiful than the lotus.
He is going back to his hometown.
Return to the resting place of his soul.
His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and the words he murmured were like the breeze in the lotus pond that summer.
"Our cause must be bright... We will definitely save the world... We can let everyone have food and clothing... We will no longer be slaves... Our descendants can live with dignity...
…”
He tried hard to bring his hands together, and there was a small pebble in the palm of his left hand.
The corner of the stone is very sharp, and I don’t know whether he sharpened it or it was just like that.
His left hand touched the wrist of his right hand, where there was a slightly beating blood vessel.
The knowledge he had learned told him that the heartbeat could be felt here and it was also the artery through which blood circulated.
He pressed the sharp corner of the stone up and scratched it hard with the last strength of his life.
In the deserted prison, Zheng Erbao had been lying quietly. The blood under his body gradually turned into a red ocean, seeming to swallow up the darkness around him.
In another prison, Du Du, who was equally embarrassed, went crazy.
"Huang Taiji, you bastard! You killed my father, and you also took the throne of my family. I will kill you, the throne is mine. Hahahaha... What are you looking at? You are all my slaves,
Why don't you kneel down to me? Hahahaha, I will never forgive you, I will kill your whole family."
Saharin stood outside the railing and looked at Du Du's appearance, knowing that there was no need to say anything more.
He pointed inside, and immediately two guards entered with swords drawn.
After a while, the prison became quiet.
Saharin let out a long breath and looked out through the small opening in the prison. The only thing he could see was the dark sky, just like Dajin now.
He turned back and walked out of the prison. After waiting outside for a while, a staggering figure slowly walked out.
When he reached the door, he suddenly started crying and laughing, like another Dudu.
The difference is that Du Du went to the underworld and he returned to the earth.
Saharin turned to look at him.
"The Great Khan knows that you are innocent, you must remember this kindness."
That person was Nikan.
As the son of Chu Ying and the third brother of Du Du, he obviously cannot be ignored.
In prison, Nikan was tortured and thought he was dead.
But Huang Taiji was aware of everything, and he was also a whistleblower, so after he woke up, he ordered his release.
After nearly dying, Nikan's once-soaring ambition was gone.
"Why? Why is this all happening? We are a good person, Daikin, why is this happening?"
Saharin felt even more depressed, but she didn't know how to explain it.
As wise as he is, he is keenly aware that after this incident, the atmosphere in the country seems to have become weird.
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When Zuo Fu found Zuo Mengeng, he was walking in the snow with Xu Ruolin.
Qilu in winter is either yellow or white, which is extremely monotonous.
If it hadn't been for a few snowflakes falling from the sky and the sound of firecrackers bringing in the smoke of human fireworks, I really don't know what would have been so good to see.
"Put on your hat so you don't catch a cold."
Xu Ruolin suggested that she pays great attention to Zuo Mengeng's health. In other words, everyone pays attention to this.
But Zuo Mengeng also had something to say.
Looking at the gray spots on Xu Ruolin's hair, he said gently: "If you put on the hat, we won't be able to see us growing old together in the future."
Xu Ruolin was surprised, and then her eyes were filled with stars.
This somewhat stubborn husband is so touching when he talks about love.
She was also moved and took the initiative to reach out and take Zuo Mengeng's generous palm.
The palm as broad as the ocean made her feel safe, as if she could see how they would grow old together in the future.
She had no idea that Zuo Mengeng's heart was full of guilt.
"We have been married for less than a year, but I have been with you for less than a month. I'm sorry, it's all because this country is too magnificent and cannot give you too much love."
Xu Ruolin pursed her lips, and her lips were full of sweetness.
She also knows how to talk about love.
"I am in this country. If you love this country, you love me."
This time it was Zuo Mengeng's turn to be surprised.
Looking into my wife's gentle eyes, what else don't you understand?
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
He couldn't help but let loose for a while, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Xu Ruolin's shoulders, ignoring the looks of the attendants around him.
The attendants could not do anything else but were alert. They turned their heads around and pretended not to see anything.
At their level, a moment of leisure is a luxury.
Zuo Fu came running from a distance. The usually dull and taciturn man had tears in his eyes for the first time.
Xu Ruolin quickly broke away and led the others away.
Never touch things that should not be interfered with.
Zuo Mengeng took the report and only glanced at it, his heart ached.
When I raised my head again and looked towards the north, the snowflakes were getting bigger.
"Because of their great ambition and sacrifice, they dare to make the sun and moon change the sky. Their sacrifices are unknown, but we must not forget them."
Zuo Fu remained silent and just nodded heavily.
He knew even more that there would be more and more heartaches like this in the future.
What else could be done?
Who said that this country is so magnificent and charming? No matter how much sacrifice is made, how can it be surrendered and allowed to perish?