Si Tian Guan

That young handsome horse in brocade clothes, with a smile on his face, also has a forceful aura that makes people dare not look at him closely.

However, there was another birthmark under the right eye, and the light brown color snaked from the corner of the eye to the hair on the temples. The shape was not clear, but it eliminated a lot of the majesty and added a touch of romance.

It makes people feel that even if this person has done something bad, it is just a willful joke, which cannot be hated by others.

Although the people in Qishenglou didn't recognize him, seeing his style, they didn't dare to do anything wrong, so a manager hurriedly stepped forward and responded: "Master, Qishenglou is capturing the escaped slaves."

The servants beside the boy also listened to him and whispered a few words to him, as if they were explaining what was going on for him.

The young man casually clamped his horse's belly, watching the servant lift him up with his hands behind his back.

Someone tore off the mask covering the little house slave's face, and covered his mouth and nose with a sweat towel soaked in drugs.

"How dare you run away? You're quite brave." The young man pointed the crowd with a horsewhip: "When you arrest people, you arrest them. You're making noise on the street. What do you look like?"

"Yes, yes," the steward nodded, "Young Master taught you well."

I don't know if he read it wrong, when the thin domestic slave was carried away, he seemed to be looking at him all the time, then slowly stopped struggling and closed his eyes.

He looked at Xu for a while, and stopped meddling in his own business: "Let's go."

The steward bowed a few times, and was about to leave when he heard someone ask, "What happened to the child's eyes just now?"

"Young Master has good eyesight," the steward replied attentively, "His eyes are natural and very rare. If you want to see this little monster, Young Master, you can come to Qisheng Building some other day. Tea and wine are good. You can see it however you want." What do you think?"

"Shi Yan, listen to this guy's shrewdness," the young man said with a smile to the young man in white, "I just asked a few words, and he planned to make money from me."

Bai Shiyan couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I know you are an iron cock."

"Nonsense," the young man lightly raised his horsewhip and continued to walk forward, "If I were an iron rooster, how could I have been slaughtered for nothing by you for so many years?"

Bai Shiyan also rode his horse and walked slowly along with him: "Chongming, is this the first time you saw that kid today?"

Liu Chongming raised his eyebrows: "You know him?"

"Not only do you know, it was still a scene in the capital earlier. Haven't you been to Qisheng Tower..."

Bai Shiyan paused in time, regretting in his heart—they took Chongming to Qishenglou when he went to Qisheng Tower, and that was the day when something happened to Liu's family.

He glanced at Liu Chongming, seeing that there was no response, he continued.

"I heard that this kid escaped every now and then, causing a lot of confusion. I haven't seen him for a long time. I thought he was beaten to death long ago, but I didn't expect him to be alive."

Liu Chongming nodded in agreement: "It doesn't look like Du Quan's heart to be alive after running away so many times. It seems that he is still worth something?"

"He's a businessman after all, he has a brilliant mind in this area." Bai Shiyan didn't know whether to praise him or hurt him: "The strange character in Qisheng Building was changed for him. It is said that divination on the listing is always true."

Liu Chongming sneered, noncommittal.

Bai Shiyan knew his attitude towards this kind of thing, so he also smiled: "It's just for fun, who would take it seriously, someone invited my father to drink a few years ago, and Shi Lei and I happened to follow, that was the first time in Qisheng Building meet him."

Liu Chongming was silent for a moment, then his attention was shifted: "Uncle, do you have the patience to listen to these things?"

"It's just socializing, so what if you're impatient? It's Eunuch Yu's post, so it's not easy to push it."

"Eunuch Yu?" Liu Chongming slowly restrained his smile: "And then? Did a divination? What's the result?"

What this person knows best is to please Shangyi, how can he treat his uncle for a drink?

"How can there be any results? No one in the world knows what is the most flattering and profitable thing. In this capital alone, there are countless people who claim to be half-immortals and divination fortune-tellers, let alone that child who looks really weird. .”

Liu Chongming breathed a sigh of relief: "I've heard that Du Quan of Qisheng Building is greedy. It's not surprising that he would do such a thing. But if there is no result, wouldn't it be a signboard?"

"So Du Quan is a good person. He said in advance that if everything is safe and there are no big ups and downs, there will be no results."

"I'm really confused by lard, so I think everyone else is stupid?"

"Isn't that right? I don't want to find someone who is smart enough to deceive people. I should let Du Quan learn from you." Bai Shiyan smiled: "That kid is like a little dumb. He doesn't know what to ask, and he just shakes his head. He was so scared that he was trembling, it was poor, and he asked us to take him out to play."

"Then Shi Lei should like it very much, he loves playing with little ones the most."

"Where can I take it out?" Bai Shiyan let go of the reins together with Liu Chongming, let the horse bounce up in small steps, and made a rhythmic rattling sound on the stone-paved street.

"He was so scared that he didn't dare to lift his head. He didn't cry or laugh. He kept kneeling on the ground and refused to get up. He would kowtow when asked. It was very boring. I didn't see him again after that."

"En." Liu Chongming should be absent-minded.

"Is there something on your mind?" Bai Shiyan teased him: "Are you also very active, planning to do some divination business?"

Liu Chongming glanced at him: "The things about ghosts and gods cannot be trusted."

Bai Shiyan laughed loudly: "You said you don't believe in ghosts and gods, so why did you ask me to go to the South Road Temple today?"

"It's not credible, nor disrespectful," Liu Chongming smiled, "Shi Yan, do you still remember the dream I told you before?"

"Something went wrong?" Bai Shiyan was stunned for a moment: "The amulet doesn't work anymore?"

This cousin was seriously ill when he was a child, and if the abbot of Nanlu Chanyuan did not come to chant scriptures, he almost couldn’t make it through. Since then, the cousin will have the same dream repeatedly, and the abbot gave him a talisman, so he is slightly better.

"En." Liu Chongming closed his eyes, slowly recalling, he remembered every detail of this dream, it was as real as if he had experienced it himself.

"In the dream, it was still the same as early April. I was in Jinxi Academy. I first came out from the library door, and then passed through the backing pavilion. There was a copper bell on the pavilion. Water Pavilion, and finally go to the south corridor."

Bai Shiyan has heard of this dream more than once, they all studied in Jinxi Academy, Chongming even now occasionally goes back to help the gentlemen control the young juniors.

But in this dream, the corridor seems to have no end, and my cousin will keep walking, walking until dawn when he wakes up from the dream.

"But the situation in the dream was different this time. I walked straight ahead and saw the corner of the corridor."

Under the bright sun, Bai Shiyan felt a little cold all over his body: "Have you reached the end?"

"Yes, not only did I go to the end, I also turned the corner and saw Yao Shilang's second child and his accomplices bullying people."

"Why did I dream of him?" Bai Shiyan was puzzled, but this dream was real enough, Yao Shilang's second son likes to bully the honest children in the academy the most.

"Who are they bullying?"

Liu Chongming thought for a while: "They ran away after seeing me, and there was indeed one person kneeling on the ground, and I seemed to call him."

"Is it someone you know?"

"No..." Liu Chongming shook his head, not sure: "I don't know what name was called in the dream, and I woke up before he looked up."

Even if he always had this kind of dream, he didn't believe in gods and ghosts, but the figure he saw in the dream made him very contradictory, making him extremely fearful and extremely longing.

It seemed like God was playing a joke on him to make him, a stubborn person, give in, and like the emperor, he didn't ask the common people and asked the ghosts and gods.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Bai Shiyan lightly whipped his horse with a whip: "Go, go and ask the abbot."

The South Road Chanyuan is not far from the capital, so the horse galloped past and arrived before noon, but unfortunately the abbot was in retreat, and they didn't see anyone.

When he came out of the mountain temple, Liu Chongming looked at the distant mountain for a long time.

It's early spring, the buds on the branches have not yet emerged, and only the bare trunk can be seen.

The bark of the old peach trees all over the mountain is glowing dark red in the sunlight. From a distance, it looks like a dark fire buried in the soil. Just wait for a little spark, and it will turn into a fire that soars into the sky.

The fire swept from a distance again, and burned to the star-watching pavilion at the foot.

There was another chaotic sound of footsteps on the steps, as if many people were rushing up.

The familiarity of the situation was eerie.

Are Jingchen and Bai Shilei here?Are you going to be dragged to the streets again?I have to endure endless torture again...but we can meet again...

And after that?Will it still come back to Pan Hyuk?

Which picture is a dream?Which one is true?

In the semi-drowsy state, before Qu Chenzhou could figure out these things, a ladle of cold water was poured on his face, he panted a few times, spit out the water in his mouth, and completely woke up.

In the dark cell, he had been woken up more than once by being splashed with water like this. He thought he would see dim lights and bloody instruments of torture when he opened his eyes, but this time his eyes fell on another place he was familiar with.

This is Qisheng Building.

I heard from the old man that this was originally a firewood shed, but it was always damp, so it was abandoned, and when some lowly slaves were disobedient, they would be dragged here for disposal.

He has been a regular here since childhood.

Although he knew that the deed of sale was his father's handprint, but he had nowhere else to go except home. That was the only place he could go back to, and he tried everything to escape.

It's a pity that he is too young to know where his home is at all.And his appearance is too obvious, everyone knows that this child belongs to Qishenglou.

Every time he escaped and was caught, he would be dragged here to stay for a while, with layers of scars all over his body, and too many painful memories, he didn't dare to run again for several years.

Qu Chenzhou lowered his head and saw his feet off the ground.

His jacket had been stripped off, and he knew what was going to happen to him without looking up at the hands tied above his head by the thick hemp rope.

"Little bastard!" A yell sounded in front of him, and someone lifted his foot and kicked him in the stomach.

The people on the side hurriedly stepped forward to stop the man: "Don't be angry, shopkeeper! Brother Xiaoqu is young and ignorant, and your lord has a lot, so please spare him this time."

This kick spared no effort, Qu Chenzhou swayed a few times, only felt his stomach churn, and he almost vomited out, panting in this voice and raised his head again.

Since he came to Qisheng Building, he has been handed over to Steward Lin, and sometimes the punishment is still done by Steward Lin himself.

The person he relied on the most was Steward Lin, but apart from Du Quan, the person he feared most was also Steward Lin.

After entering the palace, after seeing many things, he slowly recalled that if Steward Lin hadn't been protecting him, he might have been beaten to death long ago.

When he was dragged through the street, he saw the gray-haired Steward Lin following him in the crowd, and secretly wiped his tears.

Now that I can see him again, Qu Chenzhou is gratified and excited on the one hand, but also confused and apprehensive on the other - whether it is the pain in the body or the person in front of him, they are all so real.

Isn't this a dream?Didn't he die?