Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

Gradually, she felt that under the repeated washing of tears, the figure of the man in front of her became blurred.

Zhao Ji saw the woman who was pregnant with his own flesh and blood crying so sadly at this moment.

I couldn't help but want to stretch out my hands, hold the beauty in my arms and comfort her with a gentle voice.

Because Zhao Ji knew very well that if everything in front of him was not because of him, how could the beauty be like this?

However, before Zhao Ji could wrap his arms around Zhao Yuannu's slender waist.

The beautiful lady suddenly lifted up her sleeves and wiped away the tears on her face.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but be confused about Zhao Yuannu's actions.

But, not before he asked about his birth.

Zhao Yuannu actually raised his little foot without any warning, ran towards Zhao Ji's chest, and kicked him extremely fiercely.

Zhao Yuannu's kick was so powerful and powerful that it actually kicked Zhao Ji, a big man weighing [-] to [-] pounds, three to four meters away.

Only when his body was nailed to the stone wall did he stop the impact.

At this moment, Zhao Ji only felt the pain in his abdomen, as if a knife was twisting.

He rolled several times on the large pieces of straw, but he couldn't stand up.

But Zhao Yuannu, who was standing at the door of the cell, saw this scene and had no intention of stepping forward to help him.

He just said this sentence coldly:

"You owe me this."

"So I have to get it back from you!"

"As for the future, let fate take its course!"

After Zhao Yuannu said this, he suddenly turned around and left.

Zhao Ji was left there blankly, feeling aggrieved and helpless.

But what he didn't know was:

What happened today was the closest Zhao Ji came to death since he traveled through time.

……

In the next few days, Zhao Yuannu would come over almost every day to ask Zhao Ji if he was willing to do that.

And the answer Zhao Ji gave here every time was that it was too difficult to make such a choice.

I must be given more time to think about this issue.

In this regard, Zhao Yuannu didn't say much.

Of course, during this period, Zhao Ji also asked Zhao Yuannu more than once whether his master had punished her that time Zhao Yuannu broke in to save him.

But Zhao Yuannu has never answered such questions directly.

Gradually, Zhao Ji stopped asking.

At the same time, Zhao Ji also discovered Zhao Yuannu during this period, and it seemed that he was no longer as fierce and tough as before.

There is also a touch of tenderness in his words.

This made Zhao Ji feel that the woman was too moody.

Whenever this woman feels unhappy, she will either wield a sharp blade and want to castrate others.

Or if you just lift up your little foot, you can kick someone several meters away.

But if this woman is not angry in her heart, she is quite gentle in her words.

It's just that such a moody temperament is really confusing and scary.

Therefore, during these days, whenever Zhao Ji met Zhao Yuannu, he would subconsciously take a few steps back.

Afraid that the other party would be unhappy again, he would chop with his sword and kick him with his feet.

Zhao Yuannu looked at Zhao Ji's nervous expression, but didn't say much.

He just said something coldly:

"Then I'll leave you here to think about it for a while."

Zhao Ji has been so stunned these past few days that he is almost growing hairy.

In this cell, which is only a few square meters in size, wherever you look, you can see either the moss-covered cell door or the gray and rusty stone walls around it.

As for the so-called entertainment and recreation, there is not even a little bit of it.

Zhao Ji realized that if he continued like this, even if he was not tortured to death by the pair of masters and disciples, he would have to stay here until his spirit collapsed.

……

this day.

As soon as Zhao Yuannu left, Zhao Ji put his lifeless head on the cell door.

Looking longingly at the moss-covered wall outside the cell.

He kept sighing:

"Why do you have to let me suffer this disaster?"

"why?"

"At this moment, I don't know what happened in the palace. Are my lovely wives and concubines thinking about me?"

"Then the Ministry of Industry, has it already built that kind of heavy tank?"

The more Zhao Ji sighed, the more annoyed he became, and the more he sighed, the more regretful he became.

Unable to help himself, he stretched out his hands on the iron bars of the cell door and shook them vigorously.

I want to use this method to vent my grievances and unwillingness.

But as Zhao Ji was shaking, he suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation in the palm of his hand.

It felt like being scratched hard by the burrs on the wall.

Zhao Ji slowly lowered his head and looked at his palm with a puzzled expression.

Seeing that there were several blood stains above, I couldn't help but feel puzzled.

What's going on here?

The iron fence was grey, either covered with moss or covered with dark blood stains.

So where does this feeling of cutting my hands come from?

As Zhao Ji thought about it, his eyes couldn't help but move to the iron fence, which was about a punch's distance apart and as thick as a thumb.

I saw that the place where the mark was made on the palm of my hand seemed to have a faint trace of writing.

The expression on his face couldn't help but turn into a surprise.

these words...

Could it be that it was left behind by the senior masters who were imprisoned here before?

If that were really the case, I guess what I wrote wouldn't be a good thing.

He must have scolded the master and apprentice.

After all, since I have been locked up here for several days, I have wanted to catch the master and apprentice pair and give them a good scolding.

But I have nothing to do at this time, so I just regard these words on the iron fence as a kind of entertainment.

If it can be used to kill time, it is also a good choice.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji wanted to reach out and wipe off all the blood and moss on the iron fence to ensure that he could see more clearly.

But Zhao Ji just stretched out his hand, before it touched the fence.

Then he suddenly took his hand back.

Looking at the blood marks already drawn on the palm of his hand.

Zhao Ji hesitated in his heart.

At this moment, the skin on my palms was already broken.

If I continue to come into frequent contact with these dirty things, if I get infected in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to save my hands at this time.

It would be better to find something in the cell first, which would be more reliable to use to scratch the dirt on these bars.

Zhao Ji rummaged here for a long time, and finally found a hard stone the size of a fist next to the stone bed where Zhao Ji slept.

When he got the stone in his hand, Zhao Ji felt extremely happy.