Yuwen Cheng was unable to do it after all. In those few quarters of an hour, he suddenly realized and understood a lot, but now it seems that it is too late.

Loving someone is to give, making her live a better life. With only blessings and personal attachment and nostalgia, I turned to another intersection at the beginning of the story, and lived a lonely life with the pace of wandering around the world.

There is nothing worth it or not, only willingness or not. There is not so much sharing of honor and disgrace on the road of love. The more you love, the more humble you will be, and you will be so humble that you can't even think of it, because this is not an equal transaction.

Sometimes this passive feeling will make Yuwen Cheng afraid. He tries his best to forget all this, but the more you forget, the more you will care. Such sharp phoenix wings flowing golden bore can still cut off the love, hate and affection.

Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction. When Yang Ruyi left, she hugged him and cried loudly, and cried loudly at the top of her lungs.

This beautiful throbbing seems to be a bad time. What kind of relationship does a dying person talk about? It just makes me feel heartbroken. At such a powerless time, when you meet the person who wants to take care of her for the rest of your life, you can only give up.

To be honest, Yuwen Cheng is a little unwilling to face death now. The moment Yang Ruyi kissed him, he even came to his mind to take Yang Ruyi back to Goguryeo, and soldiered troops in Liaodong, and fought with the Great Sui battle with more than 1.6 million armors. Now I think about it, let’s forget it. Putting aside the weak winning rate, it is destined to be a meaningless battle between his compatriots. He cannot use the lives of hundreds of thousands or even more people to joke about his own selfishness.

In the prison in Daxing City, Yuwen Cheng was wearing a gray cloth linen and half lying on the grass with a thin quilt. His godless eyes stared at the dark top of the prison, and his mouth was outlined with a silly smile, and inexplicably strange in this dark and gloomy cell.

He is blessing her.

"General, look at what we brought you? Last night, I got home and slaughtered the stupid chicken at home and asked my wife to bring it to you. My wife didn't want to do it yet. I almost killed her with a slap. How hard work and contributions of General Yuwen? It would be fine if she didn't understand, but she even slandered the general for killing without blinking? No, it's so hateful. I'll teach her a good lesson tonight."

Two young prisoners packed a whole chicken in a wooden basket, opened the door of the cell, walked in with a respectful smile on their faces, and sat directly on the ground. One of them was even stupid and patted his chest, and said proudly.

In fact, Yuwen Cheng has lived much better in the prison than others, and the prison guards are very respectful to him and often bring some wine and meat from outside. Even the thin quilt under him was brought from his home by one of the little jailers named Wang Er. Otherwise, in a prison where the most vicious people are imprisoned, do you still want to have a quilt to sleep?

"Hey, you stupid boy, that's your wife. If you leave your parents' relatives and suffer so much with you, how can you beat them? Go back and apologize. There is nothing wrong with beating a woman. I've even killed her. Women can beat her, but they can't hit her own woman."

Yuwen Cheng was very scheming with these straightforward and scheming prison guards. He didn't politely open the basket, picked up a piece of chicken, and ate it in big mouthfuls. He was really hungry. The prison rice here can be eaten to death. In fact, it's nothing. After all, everyone here will definitely die, and they will die if they die, but the taste is impossible. How can I say it? It tastes similar to the feet that have not been washed for two and a half years...

Originally, what they brought were corn that three people ate, but Yuwen Cheng was all eaten by them alone. The two jailers had nothing to eat, but they were not dissatisfied at all. Instead, they smiled proudly, as if there was something to be proud of?

"After going back tonight, you will go to Yuwen Mansion to ask for more money, and you will say that I asked you to ask for it. Your life is not easy. Every day is chicken and wine."

Although this little thing only made him eat half full, he patted his stomach with great satisfaction and lay comfortably on the grass and chatted with the two jailers.

"No, no."

When the two jailers heard this, they shook their heads and kept ruthless. The reason they brought food to Yuwen Cheng was just because they respected him in their hearts, and they were not greedy for rewards. If they went to Yuwen's mansion to get money, the taste would be wrong.

"Okay, but you have to do me a favor. I will write a letter later. You can take me out and hand it over to the Yuwen family. Is that OK?"

Yuwen Cheng even twitched his mouth, and really thought these two people were good. Seeing that they were unwilling to go to Yuwen’s mansion to get money, they could only let the people from Yuwen’s mansion give it to him.

What source can a prisoner have for income? He will not be able to take out the pot at home after taking wine or meat every day. If the two prisoners and family members are hungry because of themselves, they will be unable to get over the conscience. Anyway, the Yuwen Mansion is not short of this little money, just a few taels or dozens of taels of silver, which is not worth mentioning.

"No problem." They naturally agreed. This small thing is nothing and can be done easily. "Oh, General, I said, the court really wronged you this time, and those ignorant scholars and people, what do they know? You know how to gossip all day long. It's really hateful. Why don't we let you go out? You can go back to Liaoning County, or find a place where no one is to hide in the mountains and forests, so it's better to be here..."

"You let me go? If I really want to go out, do you think this small prison can trap me? In fact, I have this disaster in my life, and I cannot force it if I can survive or not. If I escape with brute force, I can only live a life of silence and cannot see people. How can I, Yuwen Cheng, be that kind of person?" Yuwen Cheng, who was half lying on the ground, shook his head and smiled, and said indifferently. Just as he said that this is fate, it depends on the will of heaven. If I pass it, great things will be accomplished, and if I can survive it, it is also fate. "As for the criticism of the people and the words of the people, how can I cover everything? If someone scolds me, there will naturally be people who praise me."

"Oh, the poor general worked diligently and devoted himself to his family, country and the world, but ended up like this. God is really blind."

The jailer sighed and said disappointedly,

"Enough, don't say such words in the future. Be careful of the disaster coming from the mouth." Yuwen Cheng glanced at him and couldn't help but smile, but he had to remind these simple people a few words.

God has no eyes? This book has nothing, but I am afraid that those who are interested will make a fuss. As we all know, God in ancient times represented two identities, one is the real God, and the other is the emperor. If such words are heard by those who are interested, they must accuse you of insulting the emperor.

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