Si Tian Guan

Chapter 15 Give Tea

After living two lifetimes, Qu Chenzhou has never been like this now, he sincerely feels that God is just playing with him for fun.

The more you want to see, the more you can't ask for it, the more you avoid it for fear of not being able to make it, the narrower the road to enemies.

There was no way to escape in the firewood room, and it was fine if he was forced to take a look. He didn't expect to be in Liu's mansion now, and he didn't even figure out how to face Liu Chongming now.

His life is really miserable, every time he bumps into a situation that is a hundred times worse than imagined, if he had known this, how could he still be able to sleep?

Today's Liu Chongming has no friendship with him at all, and he is an extremely thoughtful person, falling into Chongming's hands is by no means a good thing.

What's more, he can see clearly.

Originally, he wanted to die, and planned to go all out to smash King Qi's teapot, but because of his haste, he deviated from the direction, and because Du Quan threw him down, the pot of tea hit Liu Chongming accurately.

Chongming... Although he is not as violent as Pan He, he is not a good person, and he is more difficult to deal with than Pan He. Maybe he will do the same to Chong Ming again, completely irritating and making people Give him a good time?

Qu Shenzhou buried half of his face in the quilt, with his back to the door, motionless, trying to adjust his breathing, pretending to be asleep.

The door of the room was closed, blocking the noise outside, only the sound of a footstep approaching unhurriedly, leaning over to the bed, flipping through the unpacked meals and tea sets by the bed, and then leaving the bed.

Qu Chenzhou didn't dare to relax, he only hoped that the person would leave quickly, it took a while, but the person sat down peacefully at the table, and there was even the sound of flipping a book, as if he was trying to be more patient with him.

It was very difficult to maintain a posture. The stiffness spread from the pressed left shoulder to the neck and toes. The paralysis stirred up the scars all over the body, like thousands of ants gnawing every inch of skin from the inside of the body.

It's like torture in a dark prison.

He held his breath, not daring to let the groans escape from his mouth, and even the corners of his forehead were sweating when he heard someone ask unhurriedly, "How long will I lie down?"

Qu Chenzhou had no choice but to give up resisting, turned over resignedly, and finally freed himself from the shackles and numbness all over his body.

Sure enough, not so good luck.

Chongming had practiced martial arts with the Bai family brothers with General Bai since he was a child. He has good ears and eyes, so he should have heard that there is a problem with his breathing.

"I've seen... Shizi." He slowly sat up from the bed, speaking these words with difficulty, his chest seemed to be blocked by a rag, and he couldn't vomit out anything after retching several times.

The candlelight in front of him was blocked by a figure approaching, he was about to get out of bed to salute regardless of his chest tightness, but someone grabbed a hand.

The heat from this touch made him tremble, before he could react and pull out his hand, a gust of true energy swept over him, as if someone had slapped him hard behind him, he couldn't help but threw himself on the edge of the bed , A mouthful of black blood vomited out.

The stagnant feeling in his chest finally dissipated, and he coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, panting and leaned on the side of the bed, unable to get up immediately.

When a cup of tea was handed in front of him, he felt a little dizzy in his head. Before he had time to think about anything, he habitually stretched out his hands to catch it, but suddenly woke up when he touched the edge of the teacup, and withdrew his hand.

The uncaught teacup fell to pieces on the ground.

Qu Chenzhou gritted his teeth and slid off the bed, knelt down on the ground: "My lord, forgive me..."

No matter how calm Liu Chongming was in the past, he was so shocked that he didn't speak for a long time. Could it be that he was blinded by the gesture of taking tea just now?

If he was wrong, why did the other party withdraw his hand suddenly?

The room returned to silence, and Qu Chenzhou curled up his fingers slightly on the ground.

This is what he fears most.

Although he was reborn and returned to his youth, he is no longer the timid and ignorant slave under his skin. The more than ten years of living in the palace are like an indelible mark on his body. There are traces of the past.

Even though he has tried his best to change his habits in the past few months, many things are engraved in his bones, and sometimes he doesn't even know where he is different from ordinary people.

In Qisheng Building, he was taciturn and unobtrusive, and it was fine for him to do rough work on weekdays, but it was hard for him to guarantee that he would not be seen in the face of Chong Ming, who had a bright gaze.

Under the scrutinizing eyes in front of him, he gradually recovered the feeling of walking on thin ice in the palace, and gradually calmed down.

Liu Chongming lowered his head, watched the curled fingers relax on the ground, narrowed his eyes slightly, took a few steps back, sat down on the chair, and looked condescendingly at the person kneeling on the ground.

Interesting.

Under such panic, how could he calm down so quickly.

"Is there anything hot?"

"……No."

He bent down, took a hand, and looked at the slave ring on his wrist.

This thing was uniformly made by the Department of Control according to the register of slaves, engraved with the slave's name, birth date and master's name, etc., whenever you go out, you must wear this on your hands, otherwise you will be taken as a fugitive slave and sent to the yamen.

"Qu Chenzhou..." He twirled the slave ring, the wrist ring with red copper luster was thick and rough, and the wrist that was clasped seemed to be so thin that it could be broken: "That's a good name, who gave it to you?" started?"

Qu Chenzhou didn't expect that he didn't pursue the matter of the smashed teapot, nor the matter of the broken teacup, but asked such an ordinary question, leaned over and answered softly: "My son, when I was born, there happened to be a A wandering monk stayed temporarily, and he named me for me."

"Your monk," Liu Chongming read these words slowly, and asked again: "Have you ever read?"

Qu Chenzhou's heart sank, he was really afraid of something, Chongming's calm inquiry was simply a natural nemesis for a spiritual teller like him who couldn't tell a lie.

"Hui Shizi, the master once taught me."

Naturally, what he said was the truth, but Du Quan was just afraid that he would lose face because of his illiteracy, and he couldn't convince the divination person, so he taught him a few words hastily.

After entering the palace, the emperor thought that he would not be able to make it to the stage, so he sent him to Jinxi Academy to study.And every word he can read and write now is taught by the person in front of him.

Liu Chongming didn't ask any more questions, and pulled him up with force: "Sit and talk."

Qu Chenzhou smiled wryly in his heart, he would rather kneel down.

There were palace people assigned by the palace to teach him etiquette, but he was too timid and shivering at that time, and he could never learn it. Chongming helped him correct it bit by bit with a small bamboo stick in private.

These habits have been soaked into his bones, but now he has to work hard to hide them.

When he sat on the chair, he sat up to the base of the backrest, curled up his legs, stepped on the crossbeam below, and then put his hands on his legs.

Chongming was so angry that his palms were red because of this curled-up posture that he had developed in Qisheng Building before, and after the beating he knelt down in front of him with an annoyed face, rubbing the ointment on him carefully.

It was during such stumbling and stumbling that he gradually straightened his back in front of others, and gradually turned into that indifferent and reticent Qu Sitian with a heart as hard as a stone.

Thinking of those events from a long time ago, Qu Chenzhou couldn't help pursing his lips. He didn't expect that the things that Chong Ming took painstakingly to teach would be returned to their original owners like this.

Liu Chongming just watched quietly, Qu Chenzhou couldn't help but sigh in his heart - he knew each other better than anyone else, Chongming was suspicious of him, but these habits can't be changed overnight .

"Does Du Quan treat you well?"

"Not very good."

"What kind of person do you think he is?"

He shook his head, but the other party obviously didn't let him be so vague: "What do you mean by shaking your head, I want to hear your answer?"

Qu Shenzhou didn't speak.

Of course he knew what kind of person Du Quan was, but he didn't know how to describe it, or in other words, he didn't know how he would describe Du Quan when he was full of fear of Du Quan.

The more he spoke, the more Chongming would find out that Du Quan couldn't find someone to teach him what he said.

Liu Chongming seemed to be very patient. If he didn't want to answer, he didn't force him. Instead, he asked another question: "Why did you hit Pan He?"

Qu Chenzhou thought about it, and replied softly: "I thought I was dreaming."

Liu Chongming was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. He had imagined many possible answers, but he never expected to hear such a childish answer.

"Are you serious?"

Qu Chenzhou nodded, remembering that the other party was dissatisfied with the vague nodding and shaking his head, and added: "I never lie."

This matter has been mentioned several times, but Liu Chongming has always believed in his own judgment: "Then what about the second time? Why did you beat him? Is there any revenge?"

His answer was silence.

"You know me?" Liu Chongming continued to ask, changing the subject.

If you don't answer this question, it's like acquiescing. Qu Chenzhou thought for a while: "Your Majesty came to see me in the firewood room."

"And before that?"

"On the street...meet the prince once."

"And before that?"

Qu Shenzhou shook his head.

"Speak!" Liu Chongming's tone became cold: "Or do you want me to hang you outside again to show the public?"

Although Qu Chenzhou knew that he was talking about something outside Pan He's residence, he still couldn't stop the pain in his heart, something stuck in his throat and blocked his breathing, and he didn't say a word in the end.

Liu Chongming watched his fingers on his lap remain motionless, got up and left, leaving him sitting alone under the dim candlelight.

It wasn't until the footsteps outside the door faded away that Qu Chenzhou relaxed his hands and feet, let out a long breath, couldn't help but smiled wryly, and finally lived it all over again, could it be that God wants him to die here?

Qu Chenzhou looked at the broken pieces of porcelain, and slowly buried his head between his arms - he had lived in the palace for more than ten years, and the person who gave him the most tea was the emperor, and he was most used to using that kind of tea. gesture to pick up the tea.

Those are the marks that cannot be erased on him.

Although the other party didn't say anything and didn't make things difficult for him, he knew very well that Chongming was suspicious of him.

How could a man with flaws like him escape Chongming's eyes?

What is the end of the exploration?

Does he have to admit that he killed all of Chongming's close relatives and friends?

Is he going to live again just to be tortured again, to atone for the bloody hands?