After exhausting myself to death

The carriage was still moving forward slowly.

Thanks to his hearing training since childhood, Sui Qing was able to accurately distinguish the subtle sigh of the man in the carriage from the shouts around him.

"Sir, are you going back?" Sui Qing hesitated for a moment, but still asked for instructions. Shen Minghuan said he was strange, but in his opinion, Shen Minghuan today was also unusual.

Shen Minghuan has never been so silent and heavy. He can laugh and curse at Emperor Yan, and he can't hide his talent and arrogance.

"No, keep moving forward." Shen Minghuan rarely feels this kind of irritability. He always does whatever he wants and sneers at the words "hide your strength and bide your time."

It's really strange that he can persuade Nan Huaijin to do it slowly, but it's his turn. He can't wait to shake up the world now.

Shen Minghuan bought many people along the way. Except for the two children in the carriage who were hugging each other and shivering in the corner, everyone else was delivered to the house by the slave trader.

The whole market knew that a generous customer who was not short of money came to the alley.

But probably because they saw Shen Minghuan's unusual status, the dealers did not dare to crowd up. They only waved their whips to make the slaves stand upright, as if they were displaying goods, hoping to be noticed by Shen Minghuan.

The people Shen Minghuan bought seemed to have no characteristics. They were all men, women, old and young, strong, thin, and even dying.

Even Suiqing felt confused after seeing it, and asked: "Master, what kind of slave do you want to buy?"

He could ask the dealer to pick out the ones that met the requirements, so that Shen Minghuan could return home early.

This place is dirty, bloody, and has no bottom line. It is not suitable for a young man like Qingfeng Langyue to see.

Shen Minghuan glanced at those dead eyes and sighed, "Suiqing, you can't save everyone by yourself."

Suiqing straightened her back.

These words seemed familiar. He had just used them to persuade Shen Minghuan.

Sui Qing explained dryly: "Sir, you have saved many people."

He didn't know why, but these words came out of Shen Minghuan's mouth with an inexplicable sadness that was as heavy as Mount Tai. Like a god above the nine heavens looking at the world, suffering condensed into a drop of blood and tears in the corner of his eyes.

Shen Minghuan obviously did not get comfort from this blank explanation. He pointed to a corner on the right, "Sui Qing paid and bought him. Let's go back."

Sui Qing was granted amnesty and turned around, realizing that her son's preferences were still elusive.

There is only one slave in the corner.

He was half lying on the ground, with blood stains scattered all over his body, and his legs were twisted in an abnormal arc.

The slave trader came over viciously with a red-hot iron.

A broken piece of silver was thrown out as a hidden weapon, knocking the soldering iron out of the dealer's hand.

Sui Qing said coldly: "Our young master wants this person."

The dealer was caught off guard and was hit in the hand. He was about to curse because of the pain, but when he turned around, he saw the luxurious carriage that he had been talking about, and he immediately beamed.

"Ah, it turns out to be you, my lord. It is a blessing for this slave to be favored by you, but this one is disobedient. Do you want to see something else?"

Sui Qing did not answer and explained to Shen Minghuan in a low voice: "They should be slaves who were captured after running away many times. In order to dispel their thoughts of escaping, the traffickers would tattoo or brand them."

This is a punishment that even slaves would find shameful. From then on, unless they go deep into the mountains and forests, everyone who sees them will know that they are inferior to others.

"Yes, yes, I have run away eight times." The dealer sneered: "You still think of yourself as our young master, Liang Guo died long ago!"

A tattooed slave usually means that he is not tame and the price will be lower. He generally does not do this.

But this slave keeps thinking about escaping, and even encourages other slaves to run away with him, which is really annoying.

Although he really wanted to make this deal happen, he didn't dare to sell such a disobedient slave to a nobleman, otherwise what if something happened again and affected him?

"Sir, look at this. It is said that this person has studied and can write." The dealer grabbed another slave next to him and nodded.

Shen Minghuan opened a corner of the curtain, glanced at him casually, and said with a half-smile, "Isn't the money I gave you enough to buy all your slaves?"

His tone was soft and slow, but the dealer still broke into a cold sweat for no reason, "Enough, enough."

There is no crown prince in Yan State yet, and the only one who can call himself "Gu" is the crown prince of Yong State who was sent as a hostage.

Xie Zhifei managed to open his eyes, not looking at Sui Qing who had rescued him, but looking straight at the noble young man in white clothes and tied hair on the carriage.

This was the first time Xie Zhifei met Shen Minghuan.

Later, many years later, Xie Zhifei thought of the embarrassment and downfall of his youth, and he was glad that he had escaped eight times countless times.

Even if he tortured himself until he was bruised and bruised, even if he almost died, he finally delayed Shen Minghuan's arrival.

Xie Zhifei couldn't walk in this situation, so Shen Minghuan asked Sui Qing to take him into the carriage.

The incense burner was still emitting a faint fragrance, but it couldn't cover up the odor of the three of them. Xie Zhifei was covered in blood, which was inevitably stained on the seat.

If the butler saw that the magnificent and luxurious carriage he had carefully decorated turned into what it is now, he would probably roll his eyes and faint.

Fortunately, the carriage was big enough, and Sui Qing placed the man in a corner. Looking at the man's bleak and horrific wounds, he suddenly understood who Shen Minghuan was trying to save.

Everyone in the world is suffering, and everything in the world is like a furnace.

Some people are confused, but others are struggling to survive.

"Sir, if this subordinate had met you, you probably wouldn't have saved him." Sui Qing said bitterly.

Compared to the three slaves on the carriage, he accepted his fate much earlier.

Suiqing thought, compared with his lifeless body, the shining unyielding souls like these people are indeed more worthy of redemption.

Xie Zhifei was unconscious. He closed his eyes, listened to the conversation in his ears, and sighed deeply in his heart.

He was born into a scholarly family, and he had been reading since he was a child. His ink pen was his bones, his poems and paintings were his soul, and the words of sages enlightened his ambition.

Once I was down and out, I could no longer endure the narrow life where I could only see three inches of the world when I looked up.

He didn't think there was anything worthy of admiration or admiration in his temperament.

If they can be fine, who would want to have their spine crushed to prove that their pride is still there?

If everything goes smoothly, who would be willing to be beaten and tortured, and use their personal experience to write about the magnificent story of "nine deaths but no regrets"?

At first, he just wanted to be a casual scholar.

It's a pity that this world is so...

It's not up to anyone at all.

Shen Minghuan understood Sui Qing's thoughts after a moment's thought. It was rare for him to be so obviously speechless.

Suiqing's feelings of self-pity were brewing halfway before turning into embarrassment, and she always felt that she had said something stupid.

"Sui Qing, I don't deny that there are reasons for choosing these people."

"Time is running out. I don't have time to build their hearts, encourage them to stand up, and wait for them to learn to resist. It will be a long journey."

Suiqing lowered his head, thinking that it was indeed the case.

In fact, he had no complaints against Shen Minghuan. On the contrary, he was very grateful and admired the person in front of him.

Every enjoyment of the nobles is based on the blood and sweat of countless civilian slaves. No matter how the throne is transferred, it is a game for those superiors.

The world is divided and reuniting, the people in power are changing again and again, and no one is willing to look down at them.

Only Shen Minghuan.

Shen Minghuan is different.

He believed in Shen Minghuan's promise.

He believed that one day, the world would no longer be treated as slaves like cattle and horses.

He believed that all lives would have equal weight and life and death would no longer be controlled by others.

He was just sad.

He is not the kind of person Shen Minghuan expects. He is not brave enough or strong enough. He is just like a dog in this troubled world.

"We were short of manpower, so we singled them out."

"However, it is a very, very bad thing to measure people's value by profit. People should not be as humble as ants. People are born to stand between heaven and earth."

"Sui Qing, if Gu doesn't save you, it's definitely not your fault. It must be because Gu can't save you."

Shen Minghuan's voice was calm, "Just as I haven't saved everyone now, it's not because they are not worthy, but because I can't save so many."

“The world is in trouble and it’s not your fault that you are suffering.”

Shen Minghuan lowered his eyes slightly as he listened to the scoldings, whippings, and cries of pain outside the carriage, "It's my incompetence."

Sui Qing's tears burst out instantly. He turned his head away in embarrassment, hurriedly said "I'm going to drive" and hid outside.

The two children listened in a daze. They didn't quite understand what was said, but they suddenly felt very sad, even sadder than when they were almost sold.

They pursed their lips and subconsciously wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything. They only subconsciously kept this sentence in their hearts.

Xie Zhifei, who was in a daze, caught these few words in the chaos, and was stunned for a moment.

It's like experiencing a tsunami, feeling happy and sad at the same time.

He thought that there would be no one else, and there could be no one else but this person as the future co-owner of the world.

It's like running into an old friend you've been longing for for a long time while trekking in the snow. I wanted to say hello with a smile, but instead came out crying.

You finally came.

Why did you come?

Xie Zhifei struggled desperately to wake up, to open his eyes, and to look at the little prince again.

But maybe the injury was too serious, or maybe it was too shocking. His heart surged violently, and he fainted.

But what he thought was a violent struggle, in Shen Minghuan's eyes, was just a slight twitching of his fingers.

*

"I'm not good at treating trauma. Master, you'd better hire another doctor."

"Mr. He is so humble. Even if you are not good at it, you are still better than those doctors outside. I believe in you, and I will leave this person to you."

Xie Zhifei vaguely regained some consciousness. He had a deep memory of the little prince's voice, perhaps because it had rang in his heart thousands of times when he was unconscious.

But now why do I vaguely feel that the little prince with a big chest is speaking in a flattering tone at this moment?

Doctor He looked at Shen Minghuan suspiciously: "Sir, do you think you can find something to do for me and then ignore you?"

"How could it be?" Shen Minghuan said impassionedly, "The imperial doctor doesn't know something. This person is very important to Gu. I can only rest assured if I leave him to you."

Xie Zhifei: "..."

He didn't even know he was so important.

Doctor He was doubtful, "His leg has been broken for a while, and it was not treated in time. I have connected it for him. How he recovers depends on his luck."

Doctor He turned around and said, "I heard that the young master went to the market today. There are many dirty places. I will diagnose the young master's pulse."

People at that time didn’t know there was such a thing as germs, but they were vaguely aware that it was easier to get sick if you stayed in a place with a poor environment for a long time.

Shen Minghuan put his hands behind his back, "No, that's no need. How can I be so fragile?"

It happened that the butler knocked on the door: "Master, the third prince is here and has been placed in the front hall."

"Come here alone."

Shen Minghuan couldn't wait, and he turned around and said proudly: "Look, imperial doctor, it's not that you are unwilling, but that you have a guest."

Doctor He: "..."

Xie Zhifei: "..."

In such a short period of time, the image of the little prince in his heart had changed from the most holy and wise to the one who avoided medical treatment.