Zhang Zhongwu was escorted back to Wuyi by a van.

In fact, although he was handcuffed and shackled, he sat in a warm and comfortable carriage, serving him with delicious food and drinks along the way. Han Qi even specially asked someone to bring this person's favorite concubine from the Liao Palace to serve him, for fear that this guy would suffer some grievances halfway through the road. He couldn't think of a hunger strike or some other tricks. Such a person must return to Wuyi alive.

It was not until after seeing the city wall of Wuyi that the team stopped and stuffed Zhang Zhongwu into the sill car.

After being captured for a month, Zhang Zhongwu not only did not become weak, but instead became fatter and looked much better than before. Typically, he didn't want anything and did nothing, and he ate and slept and gained weight.

Xue Jian and Fan Jian, who were in charge of escorting him back, admired him very much. Putting aside each other's position, people like Zhang Zhongwu are indeed of a heroic spirit.

Seeing such a person being taken into the sill car, he only showed his head outside the car, but he was still looking at him with a look of arrogant meaning in his eyes. There was nothing to say except a sigh.

Of course, the people would not think so.

In their eyes, this is a evil thief. Because of fighting with him, many good men from the Tang Dynasty fell on the battlefield, many white-haired people were created to send black-haired people, many pitiful children lost their money, and many young widows were widowed.

From the beginning of the city gate, there were crowds of people, and a large number of soldiers and yamen runners tried their best to maintain the situation, holding hands and separating the people from the wide streets, so as not to rush up and block the streets. Fortunately, the Wuyi Prefecture Order and others had expected such a scene. In addition to these soldiers, a large number of Yixing members were mobilized to go to the streets to maintain order, which made the boiling people barely calm down.

But this does not mean that the people are not ready to do something.

Zhang Zhongwu, who was holding a person who could not eat the Nine Cauldrons of Life and was cooked as the Nine Cauldrons of Death, would naturally not be afraid of the people around him who were roaming and scolding. On the contrary, his eyes were like shuttles constantly scanning the surroundings, as if these scoldings were not insults but enjoyment.

A chicken flew up from the crowd and landed accurately on his head. With a bang, it broke open and the egg white and yolk flowed.

However, Zhang Zhongwu laughed loudly, turned his head, stuck out his tongue, and actually started licking.

His actions angered the people around him, so more chickens flew over.

Xue Jian and Fan Jian did not expect such a scene for a while. After Zhang Zhongwu was bombarded by countless chickens and his head became colorful, he realized that dozens of shields surrounded him and wrapped Zhang Zhongwu tightly in the middle.

But this did not calm the anger of the people. More chickens, rotten vegetables, and even rotten meat, and even more excessive feces, they blasted towards the team like rain.

When Zhang Zhongwu and his party arrived at the prison of the Ministry of Justice, everyone was already in a mess, and the smell on their bodies was extremely touching.

Fan Jian, who took off his shield and walked over with rotten vegetables on his body, unexpectedly discovered that Zhang Zhongwu, who had been powerful and arrogant, was now in tears.

"What, is the King of Liao finally afraid?" Fan Jian said sarcastically.

Zhang Zhongwu said aloud: "Zhang has never known what he is afraid of, but he just sighed about the ungratefulness of the Tang people. Thinking back then, if I hadn't been alone in Lu Long for more than ten years, and had risen from more than a thousand people all the way, and beat the Khitans and fled in a panic, these Tang people would have become Khitan slaves now. But today, no one remembers that I was kind to them."

Fan Jian let out a sigh: "The history books are glorious and Li Xiangying will naturally give you a correct evaluation. It is your honor and your sin, and it cannot escape yours."

Zhang Zhongwu laughed: "You are not qualified to discuss this with me yet. It's almost the same as Li Ze comes here in person."

Fan Jian refused to argue, "Come here, please invite our King of Liao to the prison!"

Compared to the anger of Zhang Zhongwu when he entered the city, the subsequent arrival of Wule, the king of Tangju, seemed calm. Although Wule was considered the lord of a country, in the eyes of the Tang people in Wuyi, wasn’t it just a tyrant? The reason why I still watched here was because I heard the Tang Weekly that this time, there were more than a dozen sweat-blooded BMWs coming back with the escort team.

This thing is precious.

Ordinary people have no idea about it. Those who have read books can know from past historical records that when the Tang Dynasty was at its peak, Dayuan in the Western Regions once paid tribute to the Tang Dynasty several sweat-blooded horses, but with the decline of the Tang Dynasty, this kind of tribute was long interrupted. Now, sweat-blooded horses have appeared on the land of the Tang Dynasty again, which also means that the Tang Dynasty has stood at the top of the world again. For those with insight, this is not just a matter of a few horses.

The King of Kangju Shi Le enjoyed almost the same treatment as Zhang Zhongwu. When he arrived in Wuyi, he was only in the chariot by Han. With the experience of Zhang Zhongwu entering the city before, Li Hai, who was escorted Shi Le back, had already prepared the shield soldiers to protect Shi Le. Shi Le is not a character like Zhang Zhongwu who is extremely strong from physical to psychological. Don't scare him to death at that time. After finally getting him back from the Western Regions, he had to hand him over to the Ministry of Justice in a hurry.

However, what disappointed Li Hai was that the people did not have the urge to bully King Kangju at all, nor did they have any scenes of chickens and rotten vegetables flying together.

Speaking of which, in Wuyi, although chickens are cheap, they cost a penny!

The scene is a bit deserted.

But Li Hai immediately came up with a good idea.

He took out the BMW with sweat and blood.

Speaking of which, the treatment these treasures enjoyed was better than Li Hai himself. They were fed with good feed, and were afraid that they would get tired of them. Along the way, they could load them in cars, and each carriage was filled with a sweat-blooded BMW, for fear that they would not adapt to the local conditions, so they specially dragged more than a dozen trucks of local water and mixed it with them all the way. The same horses, compared with these sweat-blooded BMWs, who would those unlucky horses dragging the carriage against the wind and snow all the way to reason with?

When these sweat-blooded BMWs were led out to be appreciated by the people of Wuyi, the atmosphere in Wuyi City finally reached its peak again.

The sweat-blooded BMW looks like this!

It’s a pity that I didn’t see them sweating, and I don’t know if they were sweating like blood.

Amid the discussion, Li Hai, who was walking with a horse on his back and arched in front of the sweat-blooded BMW, did attract many people's attention and attention.

Zhang Zhongwu, who washed up and put on new clothes, was thrown into the Tianzi prison of the Ministry of Justice.

The prison is located underground, all built of large chunks of rocks. The side facing the corridor is full of iron fences as thick as arms. Although it is underground, it is not dark and does not seem to be stuffy, which is obviously due to the exquisite design.

The configuration in the Tianzi prison is not bad.

Not only was there a complete bedding, but there were also several braziers burning in the corridor to provide warmth for the room. There were also desks, pens, ink, paper and inkstones and a thick stack of books. Zhang Zhongwu took a random look at it and found that not only had classics, history, and literature collections, but more were the laws and regulations revised by the Tang Dynasty.

This is to relieve the boredom of those who are locked in here.

Of course, people who can be locked in this Tianzi cell are extraordinary. Ordinary people want to stay here for a while but are not qualified.

Zhang Zhongwu was very calm, sat at the table and began to look through these laws and regulations.

Not long after, another new person came in another cell opposite him. This made Zhang Zhongwu very interested. Those who could lock him up, at least they would not be under him.

"Who is this person?" Zhang Zhongwu asked when he walked to the fence.

"Shi Le, the king of Kangju in the Western Regions!" the prison guard in Tianzhang replied.

"So it was the barbarians who transformed the outside world!" Zhang Zhongwu chuckled and stopped paying attention. Even though he became a prisoner at the lower level, he still used his nose to such people who transformed the outside world. You must know that when he was in power, those foreigners were driven by him like pigs and dogs in his hands.

The Tianzhuo didn't know the time, so he could only judge the approximate time by means of meals.

So when the prison guard brought the food box, Zhang Zhongwu knew that it should be dark outside.

The food was very rich, with meat, fish, soup and wine.

Putting down the book in his hand, Zhang Zhongwu started to eat a lot based on the case.

However, after eating it, I became restless. The bullshit King Kangju on the opposite side, the fat man who looked weak, cried intermittently after coming in. At this time, I even ate a few bites of rice and howled a few times, which really made people feel extremely delicious.

After enduring the impatient drink for half a pot of wine, the fat man opposite him became more and more intense. Zhang Zhongwu finally became furious, picked up the pot of wine, and smashed it over.

"That bird man is in vain as the lord of a country. If he is defeated, he will be defeated. If he is dead, he will die. He will cry and become a true husband." Standing in front of the fence, Zhang Zhongwu pointed and cursed.

The wine pot flew over, but threw it very accurately, and accurately penetrated through the fences of the two prison cells. He hit the head of the Kangju King Shi Le, and immediately smashed the other party's head and bloodied.

Amid the howlings, the prison guards in the sky were rushing towards him.

However, Zhang Zhongwu had already sat back and shouted sternly: "Give me another pot of wine. If this fat man on the other side cries again, I will take his life next time."

The prison guard was furious and was about to have an attack, but a faint voice suddenly came from behind.

"Zhang Zhongwu, you have reached this point, but your temper has never changed!"

Zhang Zhongwu looked up at the entrance of the Heavenly Prison, and a thin figure was coming steadily.
Chapter completed!