The beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, then timidly said something inappropriate:
"Why, why..."
She didn't know the other person, she only had a vague impression of the musician's appearance, but she couldn't remember the other person's name.
Why are you willing to share life-sustaining rations with her?
Even the once noble Mrs. Liang Guo was nothing more than a death row prisoner who was humiliated at will in this cell. How could a stranger be willing to cut off her flesh and feed it to eagles?
Could it be that there is something else going on...
Thinking of the offense committed by those soldiers just now, Mrs. Liang Guo bit her lower lip and reached out to pinch the hem of her clothes.
Chen Kuang knew exactly what she was wondering about.
Emperor Liang regarded himself as an elegant man. He indulged in sex all year round and loved to watch music and dance. There were a hundred and twenty people in the dance and music troupe in the palace alone. It's strange that she could remember them all.
But...it's better if you don't know him.
Chen Kuang smiled silently and opened his mouth:
"Madam, you have forgotten that three years ago, I was punished and whipped by Luo Lezheng for making a mistake. Madam happened to be passing by and saved my life."
"I remember very clearly that day, I heard someone say that Madam was wearing a green dress...I thought she was as beautiful as a fairy."
Now his tone softened again.
Mrs. Liang Guo felt a hint of warmth and charm in the young man's voice in the dark cell, and was immediately startled, lowering her head in a hurry.
Fortunately, he seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, so he whispered sincerely:
"I kept it in my heart at that time, and I don't want to be able to repay my kindness today."
Mrs. Liang Guo was stunned when she heard this.
She had no impression at first, but the other person's words were neither condescending nor arrogant, and the details were sufficient, and she felt that this was indeed the case.
Green skirts are not her favorite color, but she wears them frequently, and she is weak and kind-hearted by nature. If she sees someone in the palace being punished, she will speak out to stop her.
It would be reasonable if he really saved a young musician because of this, but if he recalled it carefully, he couldn't remember exactly which time it was.
In fact...
Of course there is no such thing.
It is true that Chen Kuang was framed for making mistakes and received a heavy punishment, but firstly his life was not endangered, and secondly, there was nothing about Mrs. Liang Guo from the beginning to the end.
But now other musicians who were familiar with Chen Kuang, including Luo Lezheng, have died in Jinghe Hall.
The lie that no one can expose is the truth.
In order to make the motive more believable, Chen Kuang also appropriately expressed his love.
——For a woman whose life is hanging by a thread, a man's love may provide her with a greater sense of security than any life-saving grace.
Mrs. Liang Guo lowered her head and hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and picked up the steamed bun.
"Thank you. I don't know your name..."
"Chen Kuang."
The young man opposite reached out and wrote his name crookedly on the dust on the ground.
What an ugly word...
Mrs. Liang Guo muttered at first, and then suddenly felt shocked.
Although the word "Chen Kuang" is ugly, from her perspective, it is upright, with every stroke correct. The two are sitting opposite each other at the moment - the other is writing his name backwards!
No one would practice writing their name backwards all the time. Chen Kuang must have improvised it.
This skill is no less than drawing a circle with the left hand and drawing a square with the right hand.
What's more, he's a blind person...
Mrs. Liang Guo saw many strange people, but she was still surprised by such a skill.
The young man shrouded in darkness, in addition to kindness and offense, suddenly gained a bit of mystery.
The woman was grateful and whispered: "If I can survive by chance, I will definitely repay you in the future."
"Need not."
The young man opposite seemed to smile and said, "I just wanted to repay my kindness. There is no reason for my wife to repay you. I have only heard of repaying wrongs, but never heard of repaying kindness."
As long as you... or the person behind you comes to save you, you can still remember this kindness and take me away.
Emperor Liang had only one daughter.
In other words, the mother and daughter next door...are the last royal bloodline of the Liang Kingdom.
The jailers and soldiers were disrespectful in their words, but they did not dare to touch them directly. At most, they could only intimidate them.
Chen Kuang speculated that General Feifeng of the Great Zhou Dynasty might want to use them to fish out the remaining strength of the Liang Kingdom.
In this world, countries and sects are interdependent.
Naturally, the Liang Kingdom also had the power of cultivators who were loyal to the royal family.
Chen Kuang didn't know how strong this force was, but at least it was definitely much stronger than him, a noob who was no different from ordinary people at this stage.
Mrs. Liang Guo took a small bite of the steamed bun and smiled softly when she heard the words, her eyes brightened a little: "Then... let's make things clear with Mr. Chen."
Actually...it doesn't matter if you don't take it with you.
While his body was suffering from a high fever, his soul had already squeezed in and heard many of the jailers chatting.
The Zhou army did not plan to massacre the city. The more than 2,000 people who were imprisoned, except for some important people who had to die, the rest would directly serve as slaves on the spot when the matter was over, and merged into the 50,000 Zhou army to help with work.
I just don’t know what this so-called “thing” is.
Chen Kuang touched his eye sockets and seemed to be able to feel the high temperature as if his eyes were melting when the fever persisted.
The elixir of longevity that came from nowhere...the eye disease that was cured...
I feel a little uneasy for no reason.
His only sense of security now is that the "Fetal Breathing Technique" is passively operating at all times, bringing spiritual energy to his body, slowly forming a thin layer of tide, impacting the closed eighth point again and again.
orifice.
Yesterday, the ninth acupoint was fully formed, and now it is full of spiritual energy, becoming a set of "battery" to provide energy, further pushing the tide.
If it weren't for the fact that these spiritual energy could support the body for a short period of time and ensure that he wouldn't starve to death if he didn't eat or drink for two or three days, he wouldn't have given out the steamed buns.
He can barely be considered a practitioner now.
But there is not a single word in my memory about the knowledge of spiritual practice.
Sitting on a treasure but having nowhere to use it.
Waiting for a usable passive?
Hard to say...
Chen Kuang clicked his tongue softly and turned to look at the old man in the cell on the right who had finished eating the steamed buns and then lay on the ground sleeping soundly.
The God of Killing in Daliang, the Great General, Huo Hengxuan.
It is said that he seems to be a practitioner as well, who has entered Taoism through martial arts and has unparalleled magical powers.
Seems quite powerful?
Chen Kuang was speechless for a moment when he thought of the scene of the old man chasing after the steamed buns without dignity.
The old man turned over and scratched his heart with his empty wrist, making the chain rustle.
He smashed his mouth, dipped the bloody stubble on his wrist into the steamed bun crumbs scattered on his chest, stuffed it into his mouth and licked it.
Chen Kuang: "..."
Or try to wait passively...
Just as he was thinking about it, he noticed that the scene in his field of vision suddenly changed.
Although the limbs of the old general were severed, the severed areas of flesh and blood seemed to be covered with four sarcomas, which were supplied with blood from the whole body and squirmed to show their vitality.
Huh?
Chen Kuang's heart moved, could this be the effect of "seeing fire with insight"?
Looking at it more carefully, it turned out that those sarcomas were not sarcomas, but unformed phalanges squeezed together!
Ready to go, as if it could break out of the ground at any time!
Chen Kuang hasn't thought about it carefully yet.
"Boom——"
Suddenly there was a loud thunderous noise, and the whole cell was shaking.
Several pieces of gravel fell from the top, and Mrs. Liang Guo screamed while hugging her daughter and shrank into a corner.
Chen Kuang stood up immediately. Before he could comfort him, he heard the guards shouting in panic outside.
"The enemy is attacking! The enemy is attacking! Get up! Don't panic! Hold on! It will be fine soon!"
Are the people from Liang Guo coming?
So fast!
Chen Kuang was a little surprised, his eyes flickered, he landed on the door lock in front of him, and moved his fingers.
It is very easy to open this kind of lock... He needs slender metal... Mrs. Liang Guo also has a hairpin on her head... As long as...
"Haha, kid, I advise you to calm down."
Hoarse old voice.
Chen Kuang turned around suddenly and met a pair of bloodshot, sarcastic eyes between the fences.
"Why? Now..."
The old man said nothing, rolled his eyes at him, raised his empty wrist, and pointed high at the only small window of the cell.
Chen Kuang subconsciously looked along, and his pupils suddenly tightened.
