Supreme pardon

"He Huo, what are you thinking about?"

Feeling very helpless, Hao Qiang rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand to tug at the hem of the man's clothes. Just as the two were talking properly, the man suddenly stared out the window and became dazed.

For He Huo, Hao Qiang still likes him very much. He doesn't talk a lot quietly, and the most important thing is that he never beats himself easily.

For him who is beaten by his companions every day, it is simply a clear stream in his life and a salvation in his life.

And although people always have something on their minds when they look indifferently, every time they say something, they are lukewarm, but they convince him very much.

I don’t know when I developed the habit, but we’ve only known each other for more than a month. When encountering troubles, Hao Qiang always likes to come here to talk. The rescued man, no one knew his name, where he came from, and why he was so seriously injured that day alone in the mountains.

The man was brought out from the mountain by them and fell into a coma for three full days, and he was speechless for most of the day after he woke up.

When he was fully conscious, the servant who took care of him by his side reported that he sat on the bed and was in a daze for a whole day without saying a word, and he didn't even ask where he was.

It is said that it is a living person, but in fact it looks like a dead person, except for being able to breathe, there is nothing wrong with it.

Hao Qiang was the one who went to see it with Wang. Although he was busy conquering the [-]th District, he was brought back by them, so he couldn't just ignore it.

When he stepped into the room, he was still chatting and laughing with Jiang Chengming who came with him, but when he really saw someone, he immediately stopped talking.

Because of that person, he sat on the edge of the bed facing them, and raised his head slowly after hearing the sound.

There was lifelessness in the black eyes, and they looked at them dully.

Can't tell how I feel in my heart, seeing such a pair of eyes, Hao Qiang suddenly couldn't laugh, staring at the person with some seriousness, he frowned in boredom.

Jiang Chengming, who was laughing and joking with him, didn't get much better. After noticing the person, he immediately nailed his footsteps in place.

Compared with the two of them, Wang's reaction was much more normal.

Facing the man's lifeless gaze, he stepped forward step by step, looked down at the man's hair, and said plainly: "You are still alive."

Gu Zhiqiu blinked his eyes, a little at a loss for the words that suddenly fell into his ears.

Yes!

I am still alive, still alive, lucky to be alive.

But so what?People around him who were inseparable from life to death died one by one and left him behind. Up to now, he has a home and can't return to it. Everything he has spent in the first half of his life seems to be a joke now.

The man he supported with all his strength, in the end, hurt him, humiliated him, and even killed him.

And the royal area that he worked so hard to manage was finally surrendered by him.

Although he had a strong desire to survive when he was dying, when he really came back to life, Gu Zhiqiu found that the pain was still there, and he suddenly didn't know what he was going to do next.

Instinctively, he just wanted to live, as if as long as he lived, he would not give up.

He hasn't given up yet.

He told himself this way to comfort himself, but what about after that?

Live, and then you still have to live...

But to him, is it really important where he lives, how he lives, and who is around him?

It doesn't matter, because in the end, all you get is guilt, and only sympathy is greeted.

Who saved himself?Need to care?When the energy overflows again, even those who have reached out to save them will show the most crazy possessive eyes, as if they are crazy.

Kind, friendly, fragile and embarrassing in the face of twisted human nature.

Let's leave early, although he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but he doesn't want to be hurt either.

Although he feels that everything doesn't matter anymore, the only thing he can do is to live, to live without being humiliated, he absolutely cannot compromise.

Even for those who stood in front of him and died for him.

In this way, with such a reason, continue to struggle in a high-sounding manner.

"Take it!"

A low voice suddenly sounded.

In Gu Zhiqiu's sluggish eyes, a dagger was handed to his face.

The tall man holding the dagger... Ah, it was him, the one who saved him that day.

Before he fell into a coma that day, although he was half dead, Gu Zhiqiu clearly remembered the person who held his hand and pulled him out of hell.

It's such a brow and eyes, strong and cold.

"If you find it unbearable, then feel the pain." There was not much emotion in the flat voice, Zhongmeng stretched out his left hand, pulled out the dagger, and then the blade was downward, and suddenly plunged into Gu Zhiqiu's arm.

Jiang Chengming yelled, half raised his hanging hand, and finally put it down.

Although the force was not great, the short dagger was sharp, and blood oozed from that point of the knife edge immediately.

The bloody dagger was stuffed into Gu Zhiqiu's hand by Zhong Meng.

The handsome man on the bed looked at his wound motionlessly, neither crying out nor struggling.

With complex black eyes, Zhongmeng took a step back, stared at the person, and said slowly: "It's a wonderful thing to be alive, because you can feel such pain."

Gu Zhiqiu raised his head and stared at the man's face.

"Similarly, you can also feel the sadness, sadness, excitement and joy. The premise of all this is that you are still alive in this world. Shouldn't you be happy about it?"

"..." Gu Zhiqiu was silent.

"There is no one who will only be immersed in one emotion in his life. Joy and sadness are the proof that you are still alive. You are not so special. It is impossible to be so sad all your life."

Hao Qiang pursed his lips, his eyes shifted from Wang's back to the face of the pale man beside the bed.

Gu Zhiqiu listened to a series of words one after another, his expression changed from dull to surprised, and then slowly settled down to indifferent.

In the end, he slightly lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand, and said something as if there was nothing there.

It's a pity that no one can hear clearly.

"what's your name?"

Zhongmeng saw that there was some warmth in the dead man's expression, and waved his hand to let the guards on guard at the door leave. He glanced at Jiang Chengming, and the man moved forward to put a stool behind him alertly.

Patting the hem of his clothes, Zhongmeng sat down calmly.

"Hehuo." After hesitating, Gu Zhiqiu spat out two words.

Zhongmeng said "Oh," and added very calmly, "It took a lot of money to save you and treat you. You should know that it takes a lot of effort to bring a dying person out of the forest. Your life has tossed a lot of people back and forth, you have to remember to pay back these things, when you recover, tell Hao Qiang what you can do, and let him arrange it for you."

Hearing what Wang said, Hao Qiang was stunned for a moment, but he still smiled and leaned forward, nodded his nose, and said cheerfully: "It was me, it was me, and I carried you from the car to Wangju that day. It's me too, you should remember to pay back this favor."

Looking around at the two of them, after a long time, Gu Zhiqiu replied hesitantly, "Yes."

……

"Hey..." With a long, long sigh, Hao Qiang looked at He Huo and turned his head to look at the separation of people and spirits outside the window again, allowing himself to call three times without responding.

What Wang said after the person woke up was actually just a motivation to live, but after getting along for a long time, the person seemed to have fully recovered, but from his blankness from time to time, Hao Qiang could understand that the other party's heart That scar never healed.

There is also the name "Hehuo", which sounds very casual at first glance... and judging from the person's slow response that day, it can be seen that it is fake.

But who cares?

Because he wanted to repay his kindness, he was so muddle-headed that he made people live in the king's residence.

At the beginning, seeing that the person was in better health, Hao Qiang only randomly arranged some clerical work for help, and didn't put much thought into it, but within half a day, he saw the powerful ability of the person.

The speed of sorting and sorting is definitely not the first time I have done this job.

Because of his lazy temper, he gradually handed over some of the more important tasks at hand to others, and He Huo remained calm and never made any mistakes.

A few things were done well, and he was praised by the king himself.

It's a pity that once or twice is okay, but if there are too many times, who doesn't know his temper?The suspicious eyes of his companions surrounded him in an instant, and he didn't need to ask, just pay more attention to know who the real credit was.

After reading the documents approved by others several times, Mr. Feng nodded his chin and smiled at Wang, "This wave is not a loss, it should not be an ordinary person."

"The king is amazing. Picking up someone at random can also pick up a treasure. Unlike someone, putting the treasure house on him to cultivate is not a good grass."

Not surprisingly, Hao Qiang immediately heard the weird ridicule.

After being praised for several days in succession, he was already a little flustered, and he couldn't bear it. After throwing a teacup and being caught by someone, he angrily kicked over his chair and was about to go forward to fight, but Wang Chenyin's voice interrupted him. he.

"Feng Zhou, how are things going in the Sixteenth King's District?"

"No problem." On a hot day, with a silk scarf around his neck, Feng Zhou was wearing much thicker clothes than the others, put down the teacup he was sipping, and continued: "Their royal power itself is not stable. We propose The conditions are not bad, and no matter how hard they are, forcing Old Wang to step down is just a matter of days."

"We still have to pay attention to stability and let the army withdraw from Baili first. I don't want accidents and turmoil to happen." Zhongmeng didn't say anything to the insults from the confidants in the room. He looked down at the report, and then looked up at Feng Zhou again. He explained: "The purpose of spending so much effort and effort this time is to avoid wars. The resettlement and stability after the event must be done with care, so that there will be no unnecessary casualties. If the residents of Xiangcheng are unwilling to move out, then give them their time."

"Yes." Refraining from being careless, Feng Zhou responded very seriously.

The others also calmed down at this time, waiting for the king's next words.

Thinking of the meeting that day, and remembering what Zhou Yang said to himself two days ago, Hao Qiang looked at the dazed Hehuo with miserable eyes. Many things are left to Hehuo to handle, and I don't know if people have noticed.

I don't know what those crazy people are thinking, but Mr. Feng repeatedly told him not to ask about people's past...

"What's the matter?" Gu Zhiqiu finally came back to his senses. During this period of time, he intentionally kept out of contact but did not inquire about the situation in Southeast. The change in the price of white salt, this kind of information acquisition like a scratch, made him who deliberately avoided the past, and if he couldn't restrain himself, he would be distracted and speculate.

"It's okay! Huh~" He exhaled, and the "what happened to you" that had already reached his mouth was swallowed back by Hao Qiang, aggrieved, and he changed the subject, "I asked how to dispose of that batch of steel, didn't you say Is it half done? I'm listening."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Gu Zhiqiu drooped his eyes, straightened his thoughts, and spoke again.

Outside the door, when the two of them didn't notice, someone looked at it twice and then walked away.

"Sir, do you think this person is trustworthy? Could it be someone from there?" The voice was soft, but what was different from the sound quality was the person's appearance, which was particularly majestic and mighty. After glancing at He Huo and Hao Qiang, Following behind Feng Zhou, he asked hesitantly.

Feng Zhou was calm, holding the document in his hand, walking leisurely, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter whether it is true or not, is he a threat now? No, as long as he does not pose a threat now, then he is someone useful to us. , besides, the king must have thought in his heart."

"That's right." Jiang Xiong muttered, without further words, the two walked away together.

The sky is about to change.

They really didn't think too much about it, and put it on someone who hadn't been able to pose a threat yet.