Chapter 3295 The source of anxiety is a child
"Hey hey hey."
Zhu Chengjun struggled mightily, his thin arms finally lifting up a corner of the heavy tent. Lying on the ground and looking out, he saw a pair of muddy feet in boots.
He immediately held his breath and looked up carefully along the thick and long legs. He saw a soldier from the Dang Kingdom holding a spear standing in front of him, staring at him gloomily with his head down. Zhu Chengjun shuddered with fear and immediately put down the tent and retreated back.
The person outside snorted coldly.
He sat down on a felt mat at the side in a dejected manner, and tried to vent his anger by pulling it out with both hands a few times, but he didn't pull out many hairs. Instead, his hands were covered with fishy and smelly sweat putty. He didn't know who had left it, and he felt extremely disgusted. He wiped it hard on his trouser legs a few times, but his palms were still smelly.
In fact, the way Zhu Feng raised this son was completely different from the way he raised his daughter. Zhu Chengjun was not spoiled since he was a child. In fact, when he was a little older, he had to swing his sword 500 times and shoot 300 arrows every day. This was a death order given to him by Zhu Feng. He had the physical strength to toss around in the wilderness like this, but he was a prince who was less than ten years old after all, and he had never seen bigger storms. When he was caught at this time, he had no other choice except that he had a sudden inspiration at that moment to hide his true identity and impersonate "Wen Bieyu".
Fortunately, Arslan treated him quite "politely".
Originally, after bringing him back to the military camp, Bayin was going to put him in a cage, but Arslan stopped Bayin from doing so and instead had someone clear out an empty tent for him. However, that was all. He had been locked up for most of the day and hadn't even had a drop of water to drink. The anxiety and fear in his heart became more and more intense as he found that he could not escape from here after struggling for a long time.
"Father, Mother,"
He was afraid and aggrieved, and kept muttering to himself, "What should I do?"
At this moment, footsteps were heard around the tent, as if the guards had just walked away. Zhu Chengjun was delighted and hurried to the place where he had just been, lifted the tent and looked outside. Sure enough, he saw those people walking away and there was no one outside.
Good opportunity!
He was so excited that he rubbed his hands together and immediately stuck his head out, ready to crawl out. Unexpectedly, as soon as he put his head out, he heard footsteps above his head.
He slowly looked up—
There were several soldiers walking over from a distance and standing around the tent. One of them was standing in front of him, looking down at him.
“…”
It turned out that it was just the soldiers on guard changing shifts.
Zhu Chengjun was both annoyed and embarrassed. Fortunately, the soldier had no intention of attacking him. He just raised his foot and stepped hard on the front of his head. Suddenly, a cloud of dust flew up and hit his face.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Zhu Chengjun coughed as he hurriedly got back in. The soldiers outside burst into laughter and said, "That little bastard wants to run away."
"If you dare to run again next time, we will break your legs!"
"I think it's better to twist off his head and take the wine glass, hahahaha!"
Zhu Chengjun crawled back, wiped his face with his hand, and spat out the dirt that had just gotten into his mouth. He murmured aggrievedly, "Father, Father, please come and save me..."
Just then, footsteps were heard outside again.
He was so frightened that he quickly swallowed all the words in his stomach. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the door of the tent. He saw that the tent was opened and a tall figure walked in from outside.
Of course it’s Arslan.
Although he should have been concentrating on the upcoming war at this time, for some reason, the child that Wulihan captured always made him a little concerned. After all, it was indeed an unusual thing for such a young man in gorgeous clothes and riding a Western BMW to suddenly appear in the wilderness.
He stood at the door, the light behind him was blocked tightly, and he could only barely see the young man in the dim light inside the tent. His eyes, distinct from black and white, were wide open, with a vigilant expression on his face. One hand was tightly grasping his trouser leg, as if he was frightened, but trying to pretend to be brave.
He walked over slowly, squatted down and looked Zhu Chengjun in the eye.
Zhu Chengjun held his breath.
After a while, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
It seems that no matter how brave one pretends to be, the reactions of the body and heart cannot be faked. Arslan immediately chuckled, and that sneer seemed to completely destroy the child's disguise. Zhu Chengjun cursed himself in his heart for being so useless, and lowered his head helplessly.
Arslan said, "Little devil, why don't you tell the truth?"
Zhu Chengjun shuddered and said, "Tell me, what truth should I tell you?"
Arslan asked, "Who are you?"
Zhu Chengjun stiffened his neck and said, "Didn't I already tell you my name is Wen Bieyu? How many times do you have to ask me? Don't you have ears?!"
Arslan sneered and looked at him for a while. His eyes were playful and made Zhu Chengjun feel uneasy. He avoided his gaze and lowered his head. Arslan sneered and said, "I've noticed, kid, you're not just talking big, you're having a bad temper. Even at this time, you still dare to speak so shamelessly in front of me. Who the hell are you?"
He could tell at a glance that the child was indeed scared, but if an ordinary child was so scared, he would have cried and begged for mercy long ago.
But this child was still holding on, and even when he opened his mouth, he looked like he was going to suppress someone.
This is obviously not the temperament that a child from an ordinary family can have.
How could such a special child appear in the wilderness at this time? Although he knew that this was just a child, with the war coming, Arslan attached great importance to any unusual movement. He understood that sometimes, the causes of victory and failure were often some inconspicuous little things.
And for some reason, it seemed to be an illusion in his mind.
He always felt that the impending war made him feel vaguely uneasy, and the source of his uneasiness was this sudden and inexplicable child.
Thinking of this, he asked again: "Let me ask you, you said your name is Wen Bieyu, where do you live?"
Zhu Chengjun rolled his eyes and said, "Of course it's Handongwei."
"Handongwei? What does your family do?"
"Business!"
"What business?"
"Yeah, wood."
He was quite clever, because Zhu Feng had often traveled around in the past, and in order to make it easier to travel incognito, he created a fake identity for himself, that is, a timber merchant in Peking. Zhu Chengjun had also heard Nan Yan mention it, so he kept it in mind and said it out loud at this time.
But when Arslan heard this, his face suddenly turned cold.
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