Du Lun was very frustrated.

Although he was captured, as a proton, he shouldn't be treated like this.

As soon as I entered the palace, I was thrown into the dungeon. It was a very small room. Apart from a bed, there was only room for two steps, so I couldn't move.

I have never seen anyone outside, not even the food delivery person. I don’t know what kind of weird metal pole will bring a tray in, with a few cooking cakes, a plate of vegetables and a glass of water on it.

Really, there is no meat, soup, tea, or wine.

This made Prince Dulun, who ate huge chunks of meat and drank a lot of wine every day, and galloped across the endless grassland, almost going crazy.

I don't know how long it had been underground, but just as he was roaring in a muffled manner, a creaking sound suddenly came from his ears.

Du Lun was immediately overjoyed and turned around to see that damn young king walking in slowly with a smile on his face.

"Jiang Fan! Let me out! You are insulting this prince!"

Du Lun glared at the other party and shouted.

Jiang Fan walked closer, pulled up a chair and sat down, tilting his head and looking at him.

"Jiang Fan, did you hear that?" Du Lun's not-so-authentic Chinese accent became even worse in anger.

Jiang Fan didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Du Lun became even more angry, "I am a proton, not a prisoner. If you insult me, the prairie warriors will return it to the Chinese people tenfold!"

…

He roared at the top of his lungs, but Jiang Fan was unmoved at all. He even had someone bring a leg of lamb and a pot of knives to cook, and they started eating and drinking in front of him.

Du Lun's eyes were on fire, this was intentional.

However, no matter how much he yelled and cursed, the other party didn't care at all, and the aroma of mutton and fine wine kept entering Du Lun's nostrils, making his throat rumble up and down.

After eating the clear water and green vegetables for so long, the taste of wine and meat was simply irresistible to him.

Finally, he seemed to realize that the other party didn't want to accept his trick. He slowly sat on the ground and stared at Jiang Fan for a long time: "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Fan finally put down the food and wine and smiled: "That's right. Sit down and talk properly, otherwise I will have too much patience."

Du Lun snorted, but did not dare to make any more noise.

"You insulting a prairie warrior and insulting a prince like this is your Qin country's way of hospitality?"

"Warriors of the prairie? Those who have thousands of troops captured alive by me are worthy of being called warriors? If you return the prince, you are a proton. To put it bluntly, you are a hostage. Remember, we treat guests with good wine and food, and treat wolves with swords, guns and swords."

Ji, you are just jackals, not guests."

In just a few words, Jiang Fan denied his so-called three identities, saying that Du Lun had no temper. He had indeed done it, and he was indeed a prisoner.

Du Lun said solemnly: "Although I am a hostage, I should receive the treatment I deserve. You can't lock me in a place like this."

Jiang Fan said: "Oh? You want to change to something better? It's not impossible. It depends on whether you cooperate or not."

Du Lun stared at him: "What are you cooperating with?"

Jiang Fan took out the two pages of paper he had just rubbed from his arms: "Do you recognize this thing?"

Du Lun took it and looked at it carefully for a while: "It looks familiar, but I can't remember it. Why are you asking?"

Jiang Fan said: "Think about it carefully. According to what I heard, this kind of writing was originally engraved on two pages of metal. There are rumors that this kind of writing fell into the grassland. Have you ever seen it?"

Du Lun frowned and looked at it for a long time. Suddenly his eyes moved: "...I seem to have seen it at the sacrifice ceremony three years ago..."

"Oh?" Thank God, Jiang Fan really appreciated this guy's memory. Three years later, he still has an impression.

"Tell me about it."

Du Lun said: "It should be a strange blue-black metal, but no one knows what it is, but it is very hard and cannot be damaged by any sword. What's even weirder is that it is as light as a feather. It was dedicated to the great emperor by King Youxian at that time.

The Wolf Lord’s sacrifice said that if it could be smelted and made into a weapon, it would definitely be a peerless treasure.”

Jiang Fan couldn't help but be disappointed. This really meant that they didn't know anything.

"That's it? Do you have anything else?"

Du Lun racked his brains and thought for a long time, "I seem to have heard that this thing was obtained from Nanchu..."

Jiang Fan's expression changed: "Where is Nanchu?"

Du Lun frowned, "I can't remember, oh, by the way, it seems that he is a guy who is good at calligraphy..."

Nanchu, calligraphy...

Jiang Fan's heart moved. There are indeed several masters of calligraphy in Southern Chu, but there are two who are really the most famous. One of them is the four masters of Southern Chu, qin, chess, calligraphy, and calligraphy in painting. They are called calligraphers. If we talk about calligraphy,

, I am afraid that no one in Nanchu can compare with this person.

The second is Old Man Canngling. This is an old antique who has lived for an unknown age. He is famous for his calligraphy, but this is not what he is best at. What he loves most is collecting and appraising ancient books.

"Bookaholic, or Old Man Canling?"

Du Lun shook his head: "I don't know, they didn't say."

Jiang Fan thought about it for a while, and it seemed that the only way to find out about this matter was to find these two people in person.

But the Book Maniac lives on the mountain of books. Apart from those few book friends, he hardly sees any visitors, and his temper is extremely weird. It may be quite difficult to see him.

Not to mention Canngling, there are no ancient books, not even seen. But for Jiang Fan, who has studied ancient books for a long time, it is much easier to handle.

While he was thinking, Du Lun became impatient again.

"Jiang Fan, you'd better let me out, otherwise once my father knows that I have been humiliated, he will definitely send troops to Longxi!"

Jiang Fan's train of thought was suddenly interrupted. Hearing this, he sneered: "Oh? I really want to see who is coming!"

As soon as he called, two masked men in black appeared in the prison.

Jiang Fan looked at Du Lun indifferently: "Prince Du Lun thinks this is humiliation. Then, let him see what real insult is. I'll see if King Zuo Xian will send troops. Give Prince Du Lun nine

Room number!”

Du Lun's fiery temper could not be restrained again, and he roared: "Ignorant Qin people! I, the Zuoxian Royal Court, have an army of 300,000..."

Jiang Fan didn't listen to this at all and turned around and left.

The two men in black had gloomy auras. They looked at each other and cursed, but their eyes were filled with a lot of sympathy.

Room No. 9 also has a name, called the confinement room.

This thing is the invention of the prince. At first no one thought that a small room could have much, but then, hehe...

Others don’t know, what kind of player is Meng Yi? The last time he went to Taihua privately, he was pushed in by the prince. It only took three days. When he came out, his eyes were blank, his eyes were distracted, and he couldn’t stand still.

After that, whenever I heard the word "confinement", my face would immediately turn pale, as if there was something terrifying in it.

Ding Shaoan laughed at him for a long time, so Meng Yi made a bet with him and let him go in and try.

Ding Shaoan immediately said that staying there for ten days and a half would be as easy as drinking water.
Chapter completed!