Si Tian Guan

Qu Shenzhou smelled the fragrance in his dream.

"My son has grown up..."

In a trance, he repeated a few words, but no sound came out of his throat. He was hoarse for a few months, and no one knew whether he would remain so dumb for the rest of his life.

Even the piercing pain when the Secretary of Control re-inscribed him, only made him open his mouth in vain, unable to cry out, he was still a mute.

Shopkeeper Du gave up his heart for him, and was most annoyed by his half-dead appearance, so he left him here to fend for himself.

So...he thought, so he can only live to be ten years old.

It was long enough, so long that he wanted to die countless times.

Without opening his eyes, he knew where he was. The bloody smell of moisture was the most familiar firewood room. He couldn't hear or groan. Only the aroma from the tip of his nose could wake him up.

It is the clear plum fragrance that still blooms in the cold, mixed with the warm aroma of food.

Qu Chenzhou slightly raised his eyes wearily, in front of him was a mottled wall, and above that was a window with broken window paper.

In the weather in August, it is cold enough to tear the window paper, not to mention that the window was opened a crack at this time.

A hand came in through the crack of the window, and the white hand of the young man protruded from the sleeve of the brocade robe, pinching a piece of cake, both sides were baked golden, and the tempting fragrance was desperately drilled into the nose.

The hand shook at him, as if signaling him to take it, I don't know if he said anything, but unfortunately he can't hear anything now.

He didn't move, and the hand refused to withdraw.

In fact, there is no need to be so troublesome.

He withdrew his eyes and stared at the wall, curled up his body even tighter, retaining the last bit of heat in his body.

Just throw it on the ground, anyway, he will eat everything, but he can't figure out why he wants to eat it, why he wants to continue to live.

But the person outside the window had already seen him move, and he didn't give up, as if he was on his toes, pushing the cake a little closer to him.

The newly branded slave marks on his lower back hurt badly, and he lay on the cold ground for too long, his whole body was stiff, and he really didn't want to move, but the taste of the cake infinitely magnified the hunger in his stomach.

The instinct to survive made him stretch out his hand tremblingly.

The temperature of the cake was just right, even if there was no water, he still bit into it and swallowed it with difficulty, until he had the strength to twitch his nose, only to find that his cheeks were already wet.

But at some point, he was covered with a large cloak embroidered with white plum blossoms, and his other hand was covered by someone, and it was no longer so cold and stiff.

On the left is the food that allows him to survive, and on the right is the warmth of generous charity.

He suddenly didn't want to die anymore.

Death is a thorny road. He hesitated and timidly walked forward, while looking around, longing for someone to say a word to him, to give him a piece of cake, to hold his hand.

The reason to live is sometimes as simple as that.

Who would want to die if they could live?

When Liu Chongming was introduced into the Xuanzheng Hall, it was already packed with many people.

The situation a few days ago was completely reversed. Huai Wang Mu Jingyan supported Concubine Yu to stand beside Emperor Yu. Concubine Yu's eyes were still flushed, and she used a handkerchief to touch the corners of her eyes from time to time.

A palace man and Mrs. Liu are standing on the left and right, helping the queen up from the ground, and sitting down on a chair beside her, with a sick look on her face, and she is still crying suppressedly, even Mrs. Liu on the side is also weeping along with her. .

Yu Dexi bowed and was serving Emperor Yu, sniffing the agarwood.

Before kneeling down, Liu Chongming glanced hastily, and knew that more than half of the big play had been sung. After all, it was related to the face of the Tian family, and it was always difficult for him to see these golden branches and jade leaves crying.

Even though both he and his mother were called, but his sister was not there, it could be seen that in the emperor's heart, this farce had nothing to do with the Liu family.

So good, so best.

Now that King Huai and Concubine Yu have cleared their grievances, the emperor will always comfort them afterwards, but King Huai himself knows in his heart that this encounter may have won face and lost face.

It is said that the emperor originally planned to give the leading army guard to King Huai to hone it, but there was no movement in the blink of an eye.

The emperor's mind is the heaviest blow to King Huai.

On the bright side, King Ning looked like he had been trampled the hardest, but this piece of mud was already bare. If it wasn't for the queen's support, he would have been prostrate on the ground, not worth mentioning.

The queen and the Tang family behind him are the bones under the skin of King Ning.

Therefore, this ladle of sewage would rather be poured on King Ning's head than on the Tang family. The unreliable things about King Ning can't be counted on one hand, and it is normal to be able to do such a thing.

Emperor Yu just gave Mu Jingzhao a good beating, but as long as King Ning still bears the title of his son-in-law and is entrusted by the Tang family, his status will not be shaken even if he continues to wander like this.

Liu Chongming sighed softly in his heart.

In the past few days, he took time to go to the suburbs again. On the one hand, he was concerned about the progress of the mass grave, and on the other hand, he gathered with Shi Yan to listen to the situation outside.

There were a lot more refugees than before, and the newly erected shacks spread layer by layer into the distance, as if they had splashed stains on the ground, and the people living inside might not even be as good as the stains.

Recently, he was often invited to get together at the Zhichun Building, where the new slaves were bought and sold, and then they would be taken away by the Control Department.

The more people there are outside the city, the hotter the business here will be.The middle-aged are working hard on one side, the women are on the other side, and the boys and girls are timidly crowded on the other side.

And the well-dressed people in the audience rushed to throw out the signs, like hyenas eating bones in the wilderness.

I went there once at first, and when I saw the people locked up in a row under the table, I couldn't help but think of that person.

Fang Wuyang told him that no one would buy a three-year-old child, it is too young, whether he can survive is still a problem, not to mention Brother Xiaoqu's stubborn and stubborn temper.

But Liu Chongming forced himself to think.

Thinking about how that pink and jade-carved child held the melted candy in one hand and cried loudly, but he could no longer see the shadow of home.

Thinking about how that sensitive birthmark was branded with slave marks time and time again.

Thinking of what kind of torture his supposedly flawless face had undergone, the welts were criss-crossed.

He came out of Zhichun Tower expressionlessly, and when he got into the carriage, he choked up silently.

The more he thought about it, the more he could understand these despairs, and the more he understood how heavy the pain was when the man said "all the memories of the sinking boat". What's more, the man was still burdened with the previous life that was resurrected from death.

No wonder they were crushed by the straw of Changshui Town.

"Chongming, tell me, is this a troubled world? Or a prosperous one?" Bai Shiyan pointed to the homeless people and asked him.

He couldn't say it either.

For some it is troubled times, for others it is prosperous times.

For many more, it may be neither.

Everyone is struggling with their own destiny, and they have no time to care about others. This is just...the most common world in which everyone wants to live hard.

This year, it's just that the floods are particularly severe. When the floods subside next year, everyone will numbly continue their new life.

The living people are like dandelions fluttering in the wind, wherever they drift, they settle there.

But no matter how noisy outside the city is, it can't shake the heart of stone here.

When a person dies, the next batch will grow again soon, just like the weeds on the side of the road, there are always many densely packed, after all, the important thing is not the honor and disgrace in front of the nobles.

——Including the one in the seat, none of these people are qualified to be in that position.

These outrageous words always echoed in my mind over and over again.

He sometimes thinks that if King Ning is not what he is now, no matter whether he is more like King Qi or King Huai, he will not stick to the current situation.

Liu Chongming suddenly shuddered, and a thought that he had never thought of suddenly slipped in—maybe it was because there was such a stingy prince like King Ning in the middle, King Qi who was in charge of military power, and King Huai who was in charge of financial power Only then will we not meet each other on a narrow road.

——If King Ning was even a little successful, wouldn't the ownership of that seat have already been settled?

——The emperor really likes to see his sons fighting for each other, and doesn't want anyone to shake his position?

——If you think about it this way, is it accidental that King Ning was brought up like this, or is it because of some other reason?

"Your Majesty," Yu Dexi took away the agarwood, and reminded him softly in Emperor Yu's ear, "Liu Shizi is here."

He didn't dare to continue thinking, and pressed his forehead against the ground, and replied softly: "Liu Chongming kowtowed to the emperor."

King Ning covered half of his face, there was still a red mark between his fingers that hadn't faded, and he begged him in a low voice with a mournful face: "Chongming, Chongming, save me."

"Shut up!" Emperor Yu shouted angrily, and coughed again, Yu Dexi hurriedly thumped his back, comforting him softly.

King Ning was also terrified by several slaps just now, and he kept silent immediately, only looked at Liu Chongming pitifully with his eyes frequently.

It took a long time for Emperor Yu to slowly come back, leaning on the chair, pressing his thumb on his temple, frowning and calling to the side: "Yu Dexi."

Yu Dexi understood, hurried down the steps, saluted Liu Chongming, and then asked: "Dare to ask the son, has the family ever bought a favored slave named Danlang?"

"Yes." Liu Chongming replied.

This is his only role in this play. He only needs to act as an ignorant and innocent passer-by, and he only needs to honestly answer Eunuch Yu's questions about Dan Lang one by one.

Who is Dan Lang? It's just that Cao Shilang wanted to thank him instead of buying him as a slave.

That's all, but Dan Lang was still restless, he hooked up with King Ning, and with the help of King Ning, he brought Gardenia Fragrance, which the queen most shunned, into the palace, and at the same time took advantage of his favor to steal the account books.

Before and after, no matter who entrusted Cao Shilang to send someone to him, or for whom Danlang poisoned the queen, or for whom Danlang stole his account books, or why Danlang died in the end, there are naturally many It is not necessary for a person to stand up and speak a word.

In the end, as usual, Emperor Yu taught him a few words, telling him to put benevolence and filial piety first, and not to disobey or quarrel with his parents.

He routinely confessed his mistakes to his mother, and her mother hugged him in distress and burst into tears, everyone was happy.

He was so happy that he wanted to vomit.

Those who knew them knew very well what they would look like after leaving this palace gate.

That's the end of Liu Chongming's role. He looked at Emperor Yu's hand gestures and stepped aside. He watched Ning Wang climb down the steps with cold eyes, crying bitterly and repenting.

On the one hand, he admitted that he had brought the lipstick into the palace, and in a moment of panic, he threw away the lipstick without telling the mother, and on the other hand, he screamed for injustice.

The queen covered her face with her hands, with tears streaming down her face, she took the hairpin from her head and pleaded guilty. First, she punished her for being incompetent in teaching her son, and second, she punished her for not taking care of the harem thoroughly, which resulted in Concubine Yu being wronged.

The mother and son hugged each other and cried.

What a good crime, Liu Chongming looked at them numbly.

It's a good show, King Ning took all the responsibility for all the crimes with his dandy appearance, and the queen still sat in the palace, standing still.

Until he exited the Xuanzheng Hall, his mind was still ringing like cymbals and drums, but he knew very well in his heart that this turmoil like a water and land ashram was only lively on the surface, and he would eventually pick it up heavily and put it down gently.

Such a result was no surprise, the only person who surprised him was his mother.

Her mother was born in a branch family of the Tang family, and she had been close to the queen since she was a child. It would be good for the Liu family of the Tang family if she was willing to stand here and criticize Dan Lang.

He guessed that his mother deserved to die in order to confirm Danlang, and she would not be limited to an insignificant account book, but he didn't expect that the crime his mother charged for Danlang was poisoning.

Dan Lang who was kindly brought back to the Hou's mansion poisoned Mrs. Liu, just like Dan Lang who was favored by Liu Shizi stole the account books and gave them to outsiders.

But when the latter happened, no one questioned the former.

What he cares about is why the mother can really show evidence, poison|drugs, can the mother get it if she wants?

Or did you just send someone to buy it?

The author has something to say: Shen Zhou ran away at the age of nine [next chapter, also mentioned in the previous article] when he was ten years old, he was dumb for a year, so he was delisted [also mentioned before], and Liu Chongming was the one who gave him cakes ps: Don’t worry that I was affected by the sugar, I have saved manuscripts, these are all written last month, so even if I clean up, the plot will go or how to go, knife and sugar are indispensable, don’t worry Let’s see, it will move the whole body. I will not change the plot of 23333 because of the wailing in the comment area. Unless I find that the logic is unreasonable, I can write it casually. So if you want to read it, leave a message at any time, and I will write it down one by one. , try to satisfy