Si Tian Guan

When Liu Chongming came home to take a shower, Du Quan had already sent him over with a sense of humor.

But it was unexpected.

His gaze passed over Du Quan who was under the steps with a frightened face, and landed at Du Quan's feet.

Du Quan speculated on his eyes, and hurriedly gestured to the side. Several servants stepped forward and unfolded the crumpled cloth, revealing the boy wrapped inside.

The boy was completely naked|naked, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was curled up unconsciously. His whole body was covered in blood. He could no longer see his original face, but he could see how he had been severely beaten before he came here.

"My lord, your lord has a lot," Du Quan gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but he couldn't show it, so he could only forcefully laugh: "The villain brought him, as long as you can calm down, he is at your disposal. The villain has already Get rid of his slave mark, life or death, it's all up to you."

Liu Chongming has heard about what it means to eliminate the slave seal.

As long as you become a slave, you must leave the master's brand mark, or name or coat of arms on your body. If you lose the slave mark and hand it over to others, you will be at the disposal of others, regardless of life or death.

Seeing his gaze sinking, Du Quan panicked and didn't know where to put it.

They were all in business, so he naturally knew what Liu Chongming loved most, and even secretly planned that if Shizi also took the opportunity to ask for money, he would simply step on it now and kill this little beast on the spot.

"Master," Du Quan smiled humbly, knelt down, grabbed the boy's hair on the ground, and raised his face: "He is really crazy, the villain has already taught him a lesson, if The son of the world is afraid of getting his hands dirty, the villain can help you..."

His flattering voice fell under Liu Chongming's gaze.

"Shopkeeper Du, if you can cure his madness, why send it to me?" Liu Chongming curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "You killed him, what am I playing?"

Du Quan was sweating like rain, bowed his head and responded, "Yes, yes..."

The housekeeper standing under the steps couldn't help but look at Liu Chongming's expression.

It is said that kindness makes money. In his impression, Shi Ziye is very well-mannered and has always been very gentle. Although some people say that it is a fox's smirk, it has been a long time since Shi Ziye looked so unhappy.

The Shizi is usually unhappy for one reason - money, could it be... He sneaked a glance at the young man on the ground, could it be that this child made the Shizi lose his money?

It wasn't until Du Quan led his people away in a hurry that he stepped forward and asked, "My lord, what should we do with this person?"

From what I just said, the child probably won't survive.

It's a pity that he is still so young.

"Go to the Chuanfu doctor," Liu Chongming raised his eyebrows looking at the housekeeper's puzzled gaze, and said again: "The Chuanfu doctor is here, and he will do his best to treat you. If you need any medicinal materials, go to the shop to get them. Don't ask me."

"Yes..." The housekeeper was stunned, and before he had time to ask again, he saw Liu Chongming turn back to the room, and couldn't help but scrutinize the young man lying on the ground.

Whether it's the conversation just now or the slave ring on his wrist, it all shows the identity of this child. For such a slave who is covered in bruises, why don't you go to the shop to get medicine regardless of cost?

His inquiring eyes flicked to the relatives who were going to the banquet, and his answer was also a puzzled shaking of the head.

Not only him, even Bai Shiyan, who followed to the study, was also asking this question.

"Chongming, you want him from Du Quan to save him? Why? Know? Like?"

Even though he asked this question, he knew that it was the first time Chongming saw that little monster on the street, and it was even more impossible to like it. Who doesn't know that Prince An Ding only loves money, and he has red and soft green eyes, and never Stained.

So Bai Shiyan didn't understand: "Is it because I dreamed about him? It's ridiculous."

He reminded: "It's okay for you to kill him now. If you want to redeem him, believe it or not, Du Quan would dare to ask you for a shockingly high price. I heard that the little monster is only a few taels of silver to buy it, and it costs three for a divination." Bai, Du Quan really dares to ask for it."

Facing his friend's chatter, Liu Chongming listened patiently, and smiled: "Shi Yan, I remember my father and uncle taught us that when things go wrong, there must be a reason, and if we get to the bottom of it, there must be a reason." Income."

"Strange? Do you think that child is weird?" Bai Shiyan thought for a while: "I don't think Jiang Xingzhi has any good intentions."

"Heroes see the same thing. Jiang Xingzhi has never had any good intentions. Unfortunately, I can't tie Jiang Xingzhi to another courtyard for torture." Liu Chongming spread his hands helplessly: "I can only settle for the next best thing."

Bai Shiyan frowned and thought for a moment: "What do you want to know from the little monster? He is like a dumb, crazy man. Just now...cough cough..."

Although he was a little sorry for his friend, he still couldn't help laughing when he thought of Chongming being poured a cup of tea.

With a flick of Liu Chongming's finger, a small pen mountain went straight to Baishiyan, and was flashed again.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore," Bai Shiyan suppressed a smile, "I didn't expect us to laugh at Pan He before, Feng Shui turns..."

"Do you really think he's crazy?" Liu Chongming didn't want to talk to him about it, and asked straightforwardly: "Don't you think his eyes are inappropriate for his identity?"

Bai Shiyan didn't put his energy on Qu Chenzhou, so naturally he didn't see that glance that quickly swept over him: "Why isn't it suitable? Because I've grown up? It must be different from when I was a child."

Liu Chongming shook his head.

Such a calm and steady gaze should not be what a teenager should have. Even if others always say that he is young and mature, he can't guarantee that he can still be so calm and indifferent under the bondage.

Is it because you have been living with such harsh treatment?It is also impossible.

He has seen many slaves, these people have to lower their eyebrows all their lives, their eyes are either numb, desperate, or frightened, he has never seen a servant with such a temperament.

It can even be said that it is not an exaggeration?

At this point, Liu Chongming also couldn't figure it out, thinking that maybe he was in danger.

We can only observe slowly.

"Also, how many people were there at the table?"

Bai Shiyan was taken aback: "Eleven or twelve, what's the matter?"

"Shi Yan, do you know that the way you look at people you know is different from the way you look at strangers. This is instinct, and no one can fake it."

Liu Chongming was sure of this point: "I think he at least knows you, me and Jiang Xingzhi, and probably also knows King Qi."

"Maybe I've seen it before?" Bai Shiyan felt that this statement was a bit mysterious: "Could you be mistaken?"

"Maybe." Liu Chongming didn't say any more, but slowly wrote down these unpredictable doubts on the paper - since the person is already in his hands, he naturally has more opportunities to observe.

He still had more mysterious things that he didn't tell Bai Shiyan.

When the little monster looked at him, there was a feeling of déjà vu.

Qu Chenzhou gradually woke up from the unbearable pain in his limbs. He was too familiar with this pain, and he was also familiar with the feeling of being forced to breathe while dying.

At this moment, he thought that he was still in a dark prison, and he thought that life would be worse than death, and he was thinking repeatedly in his drowsiness...why he hasn't died yet, but there is a long-term obsession that gives him the desire to survive, forcing him to grit his teeth and hold on past.

After a while, we will be one step closer to Chongming.

"Chongming..."

The subconscious low moan|groan made him fully awake.

He touched his throat, and his vision gradually became clearer in the dim candlelight—the strange bed curtains, strange decorations, and strange surroundings.

Not being poisoned and dumb, this is not a dark prison, but it is not Qisheng Building either, a completely unfamiliar environment.

The room was very quiet, and there was no one else. He sat up with trembling arms, his whole body ached as if he had been torn into pieces and then stitched together again, especially the pain in his lower back was as severe as a piece of flesh had been gouged out.

When he was dragged out of the wing, he had already given up struggling.

Amidst Du Quan's crazy scolding, he endured the rain of whipping without saying a word, until the branding iron taken out of the brazier approached the slave mark on his lower back, and he screamed uncontrollably lose consciousness.

So he couldn't figure out why he woke up in this environment.

Qu Chenzhou lowered his head to look at the injuries on his body that had been treated properly, and the soft and close-fitting silk clothes, and there were still bruises on the arms under the silk clothes from being tied up.

If it weren't for this injury, he almost thought that he had been beaten to death, and was resurrected again for no apparent reason.

He glanced at the bronze mirror next to the bed, his face was covered with ugly scars, and the thin face of a teenager was still his 14-year-old appearance.

Unexpectedly, he didn't die, and he was still so fatal, he smiled wryly in his heart - he didn't know who saved him this time.

The body hurts badly, and the chest is also tight. According to past experience, there should be blood congestion that hasn't been vomited.He couldn't get out of bed, so he could only stay on the bed and look at the environment he was in.

There are not many decorations in the room, but it is clean and tidy. It can be seen that the owner is a low-key and self-disciplined person. The faint scent of agarwood wafts from the incense burner not far away, which makes people feel much more peaceful and tranquil.

He had only lived in the Qisheng Tower and the palace before, which were the two extremes of muddy and heavenly palaces, so he didn't know what kind of people the place like this is currently arranged.

The host is very attentive. The kettle and teacups are placed on the small table not far from the bed, within easy reach. The water is still warm, and there are several plates of light snacks next to it. The porridge is also packed in a food box wrapped in a towel Come on, the temperature is just right.

He was so injured that he couldn't get out of bed, and he didn't rush to check what was going on outside the room. Long-term experience let him know that being too proactive and anxious might not necessarily bring good results.

Since the master is kind, he doesn't even care about life and death, what else can't be done slowly?

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma before, but he was really hungry. He leaned against the head of the bed, first covered the cup with a teacup to make a little noise, waited for a while, but no one came in, and then rinsed his mouth.

He tried several times but failed to vomit out the blood, so he could only take the porridge bowl. After eating [-]% full, he fell asleep again.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he was awakened by the noise outside the door.

At first, it was just the sound of footsteps, and the voices of servants yelling to open the way. These noises receded like a tide when the door was opened, and only a young and elegant voice asked, "Aren't you awake yet?"

In this familiar voice, Qu Chenzhou couldn't help trembling under the quilt.

If it's really a narrow road to Yuanjia, it might as well be beaten to death by Du Quan in Qisheng Building.