Pound's steelrope-like beard shook slightly, but he didn't take the wine glass or open his eyes.

"Brother Ling Ming, why are you bothered?" Ma Yunlu put down his wine glass and sighed regretfully: "You have watched Yunlu grow up since you were a child, and you saved my life when you were a child, I really can't bear to see you starve yourself to death like this." ”

Pound still didn't open his eyes.

Ma Yunlu then said: "I, Ma Yunlu, usually only respect you and Brother Ling Ming, except for my father, but now you are so confused, you want to die of hunger strike for Liu Bei's hypocrite, you are really disappointed to me." ”

Pang De's body was shocked, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his eyes, glanced at Ma Yunlu, and snorted coldly: "You don't have to talk in vain, I won't betray the big man and surrender to that Su Zhe." ”

"Big Han? The big man has long since died, where is there any big man? Do you mean that puppet guy built by Liu Bei? Ma Yunlu asked rhetorically.

Pang De was stunned, and before he could speak, Ma Yunlu said: "Liu Bei claims to be a descendant of the Han royal family after King Jing of Zhongshan, but King Jing of Zhongshan has dozens of sons, and there are thousands of descendants in later generations, but anyone surnamed Liu can claim to be the son of King Jing of Zhongshan. ”

Pang De frowned, and immediately understood that Ma Yunlu was questioning Liu Bei's status as a member of the Liu family.

Ma Yunlu continued: "Just such a guy of unknown ancestry, who claims to be the royal family of the Liu family, claims to be the emperor and ascends the throne, and sets his country name as Han, he dares to claim to be the orthodoxy of the Han Dynasty, only a fool will believe it!" ”

As soon as the words changed, Ma Yunlu said again: "On the contrary, it is the Son of Heaven, his throne is from the Zen Concession of the last emperor Liu Xie, the name is right, he is the veritable lord of the world, where the orthodoxy lies, Brother Lingming, you are not loyal to orthodoxy, but you want to be martyred for a pseudo-dynasty, do you really not think that your death is not worth it?" ”

Pound's breath began to increase, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was clearly moved, and he didn't know how to refute it.

"Brother Ling Ming, we may not have drunk for a long time, come, little sister, I will toast you." Ma Yunlu wasted no time in bringing the wine to him again.

Pound looked at the wine glass, but didn't answer, still struggling.

Ma Yunlu smiled and said: "This glass of wine, you should treat it as your own sister to respect you, it has nothing to do with whether you descend or not, is it so difficult to drink a glass of wine from your sister?" ”

Pound gritted his teeth, took the glass, and drank it all with his head up.

Ma Yunlu glanced back at Ma Chao, and a hint of meaning flashed in his eyes.

Ma Chao's expression turned cloudy to clear, and he turned around quietly, but he wanted to see what his sister had the ability to move the stubborn stone of Pang De.

Pang De drank all a glass of wine, and before Ma Yunlu could speak, he grabbed the wine jug, poured another glass for himself, and poured it down violently.

Ma Yunlu breathed a sigh of relief.

Pound's appearance clearly represents that his stubborn will has been shaken, and there is a fierce ideological struggle going on in his heart, so he needs to borrow wine to relieve his worries.

Ma Yunlu took advantage of the situation and said: "Let's talk about this Liu Bei again, on the surface, he looks like a benevolent gentleman, and his mouth is full of benevolence and friendship, but Brother Ming, you think about it carefully, is he really the same heart?" ”

Pound's body was shocked, and the flask that was lifted in mid-air stiffened.

"I think about how desperately our Ma family worked for him at the beginning, even my cousin Ma Dai died on the battlefield of Yizhou, but in the end, what we worked hard in exchange for was Liu Bei's distrust of us."

"On the day of the battle of the street pavilion, the eldest brother led the army to defend the street pavilion, and they all had the determination to die for Liu Bei, but Liu Bei did not trust us in every way, and secretly sent people to monitor us, you can tell me, Liu Bei's actions have a little bit of the demeanor of a Ming Jun, is it really worth our loyalty to him?"

When Ma Yunlu mentioned the old things, the more he talked about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but burn with anger on his face.

Pound put down the flask and fell silent, and after a long time, let out a helpless sigh.

"There is one more thing, I'm afraid you have seen it with your own eyes, I took Liu Yong to surrender to Liu Bei that day, and Liu Bei was so angry that he didn't hesitate to shoot Liu Yong! That's his own son, the tiger poison doesn't eat children, he Liu Bei actually got his hands on it, is such a king really a Ming monarch? ”

Pang De's heart was shocked, and in his mind, the scene when Liu Yong was ruthlessly shot by Liu Bei that day suddenly appeared, and he shivered deeply on his back.

As Ma Yunlu said, tiger poison does not eat children, a person who can even kill his own son can still expect him to be benevolent and righteous to his courtiers?

Pound sighed softly again, and the fierceness and resoluteness on his face were rapidly crumbling.

Ma Yunlu saw that it was almost there, so he stood up and glanced back at Ma Chao.

Ma Chao understood, walked into the cell, and said: "Ling Ming, I took you to Liu Bei that day, thinking that we had met the real Ming Lord, and following Liu Bei to fight the country, we can not only have glory and wealth, but also become the minister of Zhongxing, in the eyes of future generations, we will only be a Xiliang horseman, but a generation of famous ministers who will leave a name!" Unfortunately, I found out I was wrong. ”

Ma Chao's face showed deep self-reproach, "I found that I was wrong, not only me, we were all deceived by Liu Bei's fake and righteous face, his bearing, his talent is not worthy of the word 'Ming Lord' at all, and it is a mistake for us to surrender him!" ”

"What if it's wrong!" Ma Chao's expression of self-reproach turned heroic and generous in a blink of an eye, "Husband, knowing that mistakes can be changed, there is no shame at all, I, Ma Chao, can let go of my so-called self-esteem, admit my mistakes, and submit to the emperor of Dawei, why can't you Pang De?" Could it be that your face is more expensive than my Ma Chao's? ”

These words shocked Pound's heart, especially the last question, which made Pound's eyes appear a trace of shame.

He finally admitted in his heart that his persistence at the moment was not how loyal he was to Liu Beizhen, but nothing more than being entangled in the so-called self-esteem.

Surrendering to one's former enemy is a humiliation for any man.

It's just that some people know the current affairs and can weigh the pros and cons, while some people take self-esteem too seriously and would rather succumb to reality for the sake of so-called dignity.

Pound almost became the latter, if it weren't for the hard persuasion of the Ma brothers and sisters, he would have gone on a hunger strike until he starved to death.

"Brother Ling Ming, don't be stubborn anymore, return to Great Wei, return to the true Lord of Destiny, from now on, we can fight side by side again!" Ma Yunlu persuaded again.

Pound was silent and silent for a while, then suddenly grabbed the wine jug, raised his head and poured it into his mouth frantically, and poured the jug of wine clean in one go.

Click!

He smashed the dried wine jug on the ground, jumped up, wiped the wine stains on the scum, and shouted: "Don't say anything, let's go, take me to see Lord Wei!" ”